Chapter 3 SCAR AND FAINTING

CHAPTER 3

SCAR AND FAINTING

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The night was heavy, the manor walls pressing against my chest like chains.

As I lean against the wall. I'm exhausted. What if there were unseen chains?

I dropped everything on me on the bed.

Slowly I slid out of my dress, under the night light.

Dragged my slender body towards the bathroom but my eyes caught me in the mirror. I walked back to the mirror looking at myself as I rubbed my hand gently across my soft body.

I looked at my beautiful face, my curved waist. Then my eyes fell on the scar, which I had covered with makeup resting calmly against my thighs. I traced it gently. "It's not ugly, it's a memory and a reminder that...no one is going to save me if I don't save myself"

I smiled into the mirror, then it turned into laughter. I ruffled my hair, as the laughter died down and I walked into the bathroom.

I slowly squatted by the tub side deeped my middle finger into the water and it was warm.

I walked into the bathtub, slid inside it letting the warm water wash away the makeup covering the scar.

I raised from the tub, the water resting above my knees. The makeup was gone, only the scar was left hanging against my delicate skin.

"I slid down into the water, filling it until it was on my neck, barely hanging above it.

I let it swallow me.

Finally I rose from the water gasping for air. That was my situation. Gasping for air, for solution.

My company was hanging on. Investors were pulling. The TRC resort needs partnerships and investors. It still needed a lot to be completed.

I walked out, the water dripping wet with the rhythm of my moving waist. The water ran slowly down my legs from all angles.

I picked a towel and dried my hair.

I walked into the bell, with no dress.

I sighed and turned on the other side of the bed. My phone lay silent, but my aunt's words still rang like a bell in my ears.

"Do you have a choice?"

I stood up and walked to the window.

The moon was bright yet merciless, the weather was cool yet cold to me.

My heart tightened at the thought of the TRC resorts, the bankruptcy threat, investors pulling their investments.

"What if I get hold of Damian Steele? The Iron hand of Lambina?" The thought of it got me laughing.

"What a silly thought" I whispered to myself. Just as I drew the curtain, I saw a figure outside.

It was Gregory.

"At this hour?" I whispered.

Gregory wasn't gone, he was still there with his luggages sitting right beside my car, his eyes fixed on my window.

"What is he still doing here?" I asked myself.

I stared at him in disbelief. I poured myself a glass of wine, but the taste was bitter.

Every drop of it on my tongue reminded me of all my unsolved problems.

My phone buzzed again. I refused to check it, it must be my aunt and her pressures.

It buzzed again, I wouldn't ignore it forever. So I picked it up. Strangely, it wasn't my aunt.

It was an unregistered number. "Don't ruin yourself by refusing to marry him"

I stared at the message for minutes before understanding its content.

"Who is this Greg?" I questioned myself.

Being the youngest female millionaire. Not every man dared to appear before me. What qualifies him to marry me?

I chuckled, "Another stunt"

I dialed the number but was out of reach.

I smiled, it was interesting. " Marry him Marry him, marry him Marry him....everyone is telling me to Marry him"

I walked back to the window but he was somehow out of sight but his luggage still remained there.

Suddenly there was a knock on my door.

"It couldn't possibly be Gregory right?" It wasn't possible, the manor was locked.

I rushed to open the door, then remembered I had nothing on, I opened the wardrobe and picked a black sleeveless nightgown and slid into it.

I opened the door, it was my maid.

She was holding a folder

"Miss, a man in black brought this yesterday but you looked not well, so I decided to bring it when you are better "

She said handing it over to me.

I took it in her hand, "Thank you" I said, closing the door.

I ripped off the cover. It was a signed document.

"The resort development contract?" I screamed.

I ran out of my room bare feet, my footsteps echoing on the staircase. " Partnership contract"

She heard me calling and rushed over.

"Did the person who dropped this say their name?" I asked.

"No ma...he didn't" I dismissed her and ran back to my room.

For a moment I forgot my problems because of the joy in my soul but the next moment it was shattered by a phone call.

'Adrian Cling...'

I picked up the phone, slid the answer button and placed it above my ears.

"Beautiful, did you receive my gift?" My shoulder fell, him again?

The sound from the other end had me frowning, I raised the phone away from my ear. I placed it back beside my ear.

"Why is it him?" I muttered gently but he heard it. "Who else could it be if not Adrian the young master of the Young's family?"

"I heard your marriage has been arranged...why not consider me?" He said cheesily.

I couldn't be more infuriated. I clicked on the end button.

I fell into bed, my mind racing back and forth.

"What should I choose? Marry Gregory, or find a chance to seduce Damian Ste...?

" My thoughts got interrupted by a sudden knock.

It was my Maid. Her face was pale, her hand trembling. "The young man, he fainted"

"What?" I rushed out. Mrs. Louis tagging behind. Gregory was laying flat on the ground, his body cold and breathless.

Cold sweet ran down my spine.