“P-Please f-forgive me, Mr M-Moretti..” His begging sound reached my ears as my eyes cascaded down to see him crawling beneath my feet.
I put my one leg over the other and leaned back, watching my men beating him up.
“I-I am so sorry. I-I didn’t know she was your w-wife..” I then took out my gun and motioned my men to bring him close.
I brushed the tip over his sweaty forehead, he was breathless, sweat mixed with tears gleamed down.
I love indulging in this, every reaction I drew out from each victim, gave me pleasure.
“You know what?” I began to say with my voice dangerously low as I moved the gun down to his neck, “I have asked Candice where you touched her..”
“I-I didn’t do it on purpose… Please spare me some mercy, Mr Moretti..” He cried, trying to get out of their grasp.
I stared down at him devoid of any emotion and put the gun over his hand, “From here…”
I whispered and moved it slowly to his neck, feeling the shivers his body created, the horror engraved in his mind.
“All the way…”
I stopped at his neck and hissed, glaring directed at his soul which is about to leave his body soon, the fear of death; of facing the consequences of his deed.
“To here.”
His whole being stopped, his eyes widened in ultimate terror. He couldn’t speak and between this pitch silence.
I could hear the sound of his pants mixing up with his loud and swift heartbeats giving me an addictive satisfaction.
“Pull his hands out.” I ordered the men. I put my gun over his both hands and shot it.
He screamed in pain, I put my foot over his wound and gripped his hairs harshly, yanking his head to me as I began to growl at him.
“Candice is my wife and if anyone dares to touch her with his filthy hands- their next breath would be their last.”
I then pushed him away, he was crying and whimpering in pain, watching his life slip out of his hands as painful as I can make it.
I kicked him in his stomach and began to snarl,
“I have done everything to get her..” Another kick.
“Just to savor her innocence…” A gunshot on his leg.
He let out the loudest cry of his life but I continued with a yell.
“Kept her away…”
“Didn’t let anyone touch her so that things could go the way they should..”
”AND YOU TOUCHED HER!” I shouted, putting my foot over his bloodied face.
“AHH!!” He screamed again.
I then bend on one knee and put my gun over his neck.
“Did you kiss her?” I asked direly.
”No..” He was barely able to reply.
I cursed under my breath and turned my head away, I gritted my teeth and spared a final glance at his dying form.
“I don’t bear anything when it comes to Candice.” I whispered and shot his neck, splattering the blood all around.
Tainting my hands with the crimson paint with no source of liberation… like always.
Candice POV:-
“Tyler, can I go to Father’s home?” I asked with a frown over my face because it was unfavoured on my side but I have to.
“Yeah, Sure. Go with the driver.”
“No need, Rufus came to pick me.” I said, eyeing Rufus who was looking at me sympathetically.
“Okay then.. Then take the suites-”
“I am fine Tyler. Can I go now?”
I was annoyed by his possessiveness about me going out as if someone will attack me if I go out alone.
“Ah, yeah, sure. I’ll pick you up on my way back.” He said.
“Thank you.” I said sweetly, not wanting to sound rude to him.
“Take care.” I said and cut the call.
I then sighed deeply and went with Rufus without exchanging any other words because they meant nothing.
A single word shared by us would burn me and I’ll take all my anger out on him.
With a stoic face, I entered home and rolled my eyes from Elmer.
“Now that you have married a rich guy, I can see the change in your attitude.” he snarled at me.
“It’s because I am here all thanks to your money mind. If you hadn’t sold me to Leon and he didn’t cheat on me, I would never be here.” I said angrily.
”Look at yourself. You are living a luxurious life. You should be thankful about it.”
“The only thing I am thankful for is to have a husband like Tyler. His money never matters to me.”
“To me- it does.” he stated.
“What?” I asked in confusion.
“You heard it. I need money.” My eyes widened in disgust and horror when he said that.
“What are you saying?” I whispered. He scoffed and opened his mouth to speak,
“Don’t fall low, Father.” Rufus interrupted.
“Your words mean nothing to anyone Rufus. So keep your mouth shut.” Father scolded him.
I grit my teeth and he turned his attention to and continued, “Now Listen Mrs Moretti. You are an idiot if you could have everything while you still want nothing. But I am not like you, I utilize opportunities-”
I cut him off, “Are you out of your mind? You call it an opportunity? I have no intention of ruining my happy life, Go to hell with your devilish mind.”
I feel ashamed to call this person my father.
How could he do this? Why is he so cruel? A person with a satanic mind who thinks of his own benefit.
He just smirked and leaned back, I curled my hands in a fist and stood up to leave, not wanting to spend a second with him.
But, before I could leave he began to say,
“Before you could go, let me tell you the reality you cannot deny.”
I stopped in my tracks, my heart skipped a beat in dread. I swallowed hard, fearing what he was going to tell me and turned to him as he continued.
“Tyler’s name is spread all over the country. He is the King of Shipments and you are his wife. A very significant figure in his life.”
I narrowed my eyes and asked.
“What are you implying?”
He snickered and continued, “You know what your Mother does Candice, don’t you? Isn’t it gonna affect Tyler’s name if people begin to question your legitimacy?”
My very being stopped when he said it.
“Could you tell people what you have done in the past just for money? You should have a clear image as his wife. What will you do if he asks you about Nicolas?”
“Can you tell him the truth about you?”