My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Gianna’s POV

“GIANNA?” Clemson called.

I abruptly stopped, staring tearfully at him. He walked up to me, and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me so tightly. My tears intensified.

“Take me away from here Clemson”, I cried.

“Why Gina? Do you wanna leave Greg? Now that he needs you the most?” He questioned.

I sniffed.

“I don’t know Clems, but he asked me to leave”, I whimpered.

“Gianna, you can’t give up now. This is the time to stay with him the most”, Ma’am Diana chipped in, stepping forward.

“Yes Gianna, don’t give up so soon”, Clemson muttered as we disengaged from the hug.

They pleaded, but I didn’t want to hear any of it. Greg had just asked me to leave, he even asked I abort our child so I couldn’t listen to them.

I shook my head and ran out of the room, heading towards my personal car.

“Gianna?” I could hear Clemson calling but my heart was so sour.

…Two Months Later…

Gianna’s POV

Two months passed, I didn’t see Greg, or anything about him.

I would confess, I really missed him so much. But he couldn’t fight for us, yeah, he couldn’t. He let me go, he didn’t treasure our friendship.

Worse still, he asked me to terminate our seed of love.

The night of that fateful day, I travelled out of South Korea, to San Jose. I was able to do that with my personal savings.

Although I left, but I possibly couldn’t forget about Greg.

I had managed to get myself a moderate house in one of the peaceful farmhouses in San Jose.

The place was nice and accommodating, and the neighbors were friendly.

I was kneeling in front of an alter as tears rolled continuously down my face, I was making a prayer.

“Dear father in heaven, I’m here once more. I have been a rebellious child, I know. I didn’t acknowledge you, all these months when things were still fine, but here I am shamelessly kneeling before you today, when my life has become a mess.

“Pls forgive my short comings, it’s still my particular pray point. Heal Greg and make him whole again. He has done all sorts of evil things, I know, but look past his sins, his shame and make him whole. Please dear Lord”, I cried.

Greg’s POV

It was a whole two full months since I last saw her. She left me all alone, to my fate, to my predicament. I knew I asked her to leave, but I didn’t mean it.

I was so broken at that time and so I didn’t know what I was saying, and she left. She fucking left me. I missed her so much.

And you know the most stupid thing? I fired the guards who let her leave even though I had given them the permission to let her go.

Including the maids, the damn maids who could have advised her to stay, I fired all of them. They were all useless. Fuck!

Ever since she left, I haven’t been myself. Because of her, I made effort to walk. It wasn’t easy but I tried, I fought through and I did it.

I had made up my mind and flown overseas for a surgery some couple of weeks ago.

I wanted her, I wanted her again.

Those stupid guards, they all do not have sense. They knew how much I cared about my Gianna, yet they let her go.

Funny enough, I had asked someone to go look for her for me, and I was actually waiting for the person as I whiled away time, in my production room, doing some job.

Yeah, I was doing some job at work. In order to get my mind occupied and think less, I decided to go to work everyday.

“Dude, what’s up?”.

My mind drifted as someone suddenly spoke and entered without even knocking.

I turned to the door and Lionel came in smiling swiftly.

How can I be sad here, and he is busy smiling huh?

“Can you please not show me your happy face? And it is too early for you to add more salt to my injuries”, I requested as I now had my eyes fixed on the baby clothing I was producing.

He chuckled.

“I’m not the only one here to tease you, the others are here too -“.

He didn’t get to finish up his sentence when the door suddenly opened again and the ‘others’ Lionel was talking about sauntered in one after the other.

I exhaled deeply.

Jones looked at me as he smiled playing with his lips. I rolled my eyes, it seems I was the only loner around.

“Why must you make a baby clothing? Of all the stuffs to produce why must it be a baby clothing?” Jones questioned sitting on my couch as he picked up my company’s magazine, checking it out.

Nelson exhaled sharply, trying so hard not to burst into laughter, as he walked over to the freezer to get some drinks.

My personal production office is quite big but it normally looks small whenever my friends comes in at a time. Sometimes I wonder how we had become friends.

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“Damn it!” I rubbed my hair as I looked angrily at my friends.

It was just 10am and these guys were already in my office to disturb me.

“What are you fucking morons doing here at my office? It’s just only 10 in a fucking morning”, I enthused.

“Buddy chill. Don’t you miss your friends?”

“He doesn’t miss us. He misses someone else”, Jones the blabber mouth of them all pouted, waving his head from side to side.

“That’s crazy. You just get yourself worked up. You will get ugly and grow old early. Anyways that will be better, I will be more handsome than you by then”, Nelson said as he showed off his muscles.

“Don’t dream about it”, Lionel intimidated.

I frowned.

“Fuck you guys! Shut up, please? You are distracting someone’s attention, what if he messes up the baby dress he is making huh?” Jones muttered

He is sure an idiot.

“Ouch! Fuck! I wondered who has that dress”, Nelson glued.

“Don’t mind them Greg. We are here because we got some news”, Lionel said sounding all serious now.

Lionel and I were the only ones with sense, right?

“Okay, spill it” I boredly answered as I stopped the producing machine.

“Greg I thought you said you have moved on?” Jones suddenly asked.

“I don’t understand you. Move on how?” I questioned him.

“You gave Gianna the permission to leave you. So why the fuck did you tell someone to search for her?” Nelson blurted out.

Oh! They did find out. I never wanted them to know that I was searching for Gianna. But the fuck! Now they do.

Now they got my attention, and I nodded knowingly. That was why they had actually come in, not to pester me, but to gather information about the investigation I had initiated.

I snorted.

“I didn’t know when men became gosspiers. Anyways, do you guys have an issue with me searching for Gianna? Searching for my wife to be?” I asked.

They all smirked at me.

“Laughing my ass out. This is a great news. The almighty Greg is searching for his wife to be, someone he claimed weeks ago that he doesn’t love, wonderful!” Nelson announced demonstrating with his hands.

The frown on my face deepened.

“If you are here to taunt me, you better leave my office”, I howled.

“We already know where she is”, Lionel blurted.

“Where she lives -“, Jones muttered.

“Where she is currently having a quiet life -“, Nelson said.

“And where she is now”, Lionel completed, making emphasis on the ‘now’.