LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

“Where is Angel? I want to take her out today?”I turn around to the ugly face of this wicked monster. I was enjoying the sweet aroma of my cinnamon swiss rolls, especially knowing how much Andy and Angel love them. But now this witch is about to ruin that.

And what did I hear, huh? She wants to take her out? What’s this murderer up to? Kidnapping? She already knows she doesn’t stand a chance of winning the custody case. And I know this witch. She hates losing. She never accepts defeat. She does not bow to anyone. She will do even the impossible to get what she wants.

“Didn’t you hear me?” Her agitated irksome voice astounds me again. “I thought you were bold and fearless. Why are you now staring at me like I am a ghost?” She asks, cocking her neck to the side, wearing an expression that doesn’t sit well with me at all.

It’s one of those looks that I see on assassins’ faces in movies when they are taming their victim. One of those looks that gives someone a sinister demeanour. The look in her eyes is that of a murderer weighing options on how to finish off the target.

She really is more hazardous than I would have ever imagined. She looks like a real devil. She seems like a crazy maniac who would kill someone while cracking jokes. Someone who would slit your throat while laughing at your face.

“WELL?”

I snap once again as she halts right in front of my nose, her height towering above me by about two and a half inches. Well, she is normally an inch taller than me, but the high stilettos add to the glory of her height right now.

I compose myself. She should not know that we are suspecting her. I should get a grip on myself and act bold.

“Well, you can’t.” I retort, turning from her to check on my rolls. I know they are far from being ready. I just want to avert her murderer’s glare. Her presence is terrifying me and I don’t want her to see just how much she scares me.

Before I can turn to the oven, she grabs my hand and turns me around. She pushes me to the wall in a swift, pressing me to it. She releases my arm, and uses her right hand to grab my neck, squeezing the hell out of me.

What the heck!

“Who do you think you are to say no to me huh, you bitch!” Her voice comes through gritted teeth with so much hate and fury in it.

I am struggling to breathe. She is wringing my neck, making it so difficult for me to breathe properly, but I can’t give up. I signed into this battle and there is no way I am backing out, neither is there room for me to lose.

I don’t know when my hands shifted to her hand that is on my neck, fighting it from sucking the breath out of me, but I drop them. I then use all the strength and might in me and launch my hands on her neck too, roughly digging my V-shaped natural nails into her delicate skin.

Her face grows wrinkles in a flicker, shocked with my move and her grip on me loosens. She releases a small moan, her hand leaving me to work on my hands, trying to jerk them away from her, but I am not done with her.

I drag my nails on her throat, peeling the skin off her.

She screams, and I smirk.

The red liquid from the trails of my nails slaps the monster in me, making me realise I am not a murderer like her. I jerk my hand away from her neck. She staggers back, both of her hands feeling the soreness on her neck as she struggles to catch her breath.

Yeah! Now I feel like a real woman, bold and capable of defending herself from bitches such as this one.

After a moment of her refusing to come into terms with the fact that she will be nursing some injuries inflicted by me, and I feeling like a number one with the invincible freak Maria beneath me, she smirks devilishly, walking back to me again. Her palms have blood on them as she drops them from her neck to weirdly look at them. Weird, yes, because she is smiling at the blood on them like a lunatic.

Is she even normal?

“You think just being able to push me and dig your nails in my skin makes you a match for me, Tania?” She implores, wearing that murderer’s look again.

“Why? Can you do more than that?” I challenge her, refusing to be intimidated by her dangerous demeanour.

It requires a monster to stop one and I will be that monster to stop this one. If war is what she wants, then war I will give her.

Don’t look at me like that, okay? I know what you are thinking, and I admit that sometimes her guts and hard balls appall me to death. This new Maria is the worst nightmare I have ever encountered in my life but hey, I am done being a loser. I am now that “weak to strong” freak who will stop at nothing to fight for what is hers.

“Ooh, yes. And if you don’t want to see that ugly side of me, don’t you dare challenge me, Tania.” She warns.

“On the contrary, I am challenging you, Maria. Bring it on! What more can you do?””I don’t know, cousin. You see, Adrian, your Andy, is one of the richest people in the country and, have you ever heard of kidnappers? You know, those heartless rascals who kidnap you and torture you until they are satisfied?”I am breathless! I am dumbfounded! How can she…”Or maybe, you know, accidents do happen too, you know, and boom! Sometimes someone ends up dying.””Have you really become this evil?” I query, unbelieving of her utterances.

“What exactly do you mean by if I have really become this evil? Do you know something that I don’t?” She fires, her composure turning restless.

She really is a murderer. She is responsible for those deaths and she is scared that she might have been found out. I am really hosting a murderer in my house.

Cool, Tania, keep your cool! And you should control your tongue else, you don’t know what this murderer might do to you.

“Of course! Your actions and way of thinking speak volumes, Maria. What kind of a psycho would have such kind of mind?””Now you know there is one, and its name is Maria Rodgers. If you don’t want Andy to suffer, then fuck off my business.”Hell is breaking loose! No, I think I am on another planet of monsters. Hang on!

“What is it that you want, Maria, because I am so tired of your games?” I ask in utter bewilderment, my pulse racing due to her warnings.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

She sure knows where it hurts the most. She knows I will die if something happens to Andy and…”I want money. Lots of it. I want to milk Adrian down his last cent, and that I can do easily. However, before I do that, I want to get something first. My daughter, because there is no fucking way in hell I am letting you raise my child, Tania! Over my dead body!”She just revealed her plans to me. Just like that? Why? Maybe this is another trap? She might just be messing with me.

“If that’s your plan, why tell me about it?”

She smirks at first, but she wears that look again after a second. “I love your smart ass. No, bitch! It’s your dumb ass that freaks me out! I am telling you because you are my bridge to getting everything I want.”Wait… Wait..

“Wh… at… do you mean?”

Curse this fear!

“What I mean is, you are going to keep your fucking mouth shut about my plans, and help me take my daughter from Andy. IN TWO WEEKS!”I… I… I think… I am missing something here. One, is the audacity of her to demand me to help her in crashing Andy, and second, the absurdity, the barbarity of her preposition of me to betray Andy in this way. How uncouth! How barbaric! How shameless! How wicked! Just how…”By the way, I was just stating, not requesting. If you dare even think of betraying me, your beloved Andy will return to this house the next minute in a casket.” She mutters so coldly that I had to stare at her face, tracing the Maria that I once knew back then because this one, is a strange monster. I can’t…”What’s happening, here?”

I was already scared to death by the threats of this monster, but that voice just turned me into a stone of ice.

As he makes his way to us, I can’t find my voice anymore, and my legs can’t support me either. My sight is so weak that my vision is becoming blurry. Nothing is clear. Not even the sight of the man I love.