Strong Girl Annabel
1148 Words
Elise's POV.
I dodged the knife, by tilting my head. The knife ended up hitting the mirror and causing it to break.
Quickly, I moved away from there but I wasn't planning to run. I didn't know her but I needed to know what she wanted from me.
"Why are you here and how dare you try to attack me?" I questioned, my voice cold and raised scarily. "What…do you want from me?"
Instead of responding, she got a hold of the knife again and made threatening steps towards me.
"So, you ended up getting famous to seduce him again right?" She asked, her voice filled with resentment and malice. "I always wondered who was behind that mask, I always wanted to meet you but the moment you stared at Damien like that. I instantly knew you were Elise."
How did she know my former name? What connection did she have with Damien? Was she one of his playthings?
"I don't know what you're talking about." I feigned ignorance.
Although Nicola's claims were true, I couldn't let myself get drawn in. I didn't know who she was or what her motives were, and I couldn't risk letting my guard down.
For all I knew, someone could be listening in on our conversation, waiting for me to reveal something about my identity. I had to remain on my guard, no matter how tempting it was to believe what she was saying.
Also, I was certain and relieved that she didn't have a camera or recording device with her. Each of my dressing rooms was equipped with sophisticated security features that would alert me if there were any recording devices present. This was to prevent my identity from being exposed. I was safe, at least for now.
"I always wondered why a model would want to hide her face. I thought you probably had a scar that you wanted to conceal. You have the whole damn world buzzing about your secrecy. Just imagine what would happen if they saw your face." She said, taking more dangerous steps towards me.
"Do you think that the internet has forgotten the scandal between you and Damien? Of course not. They're going to dig out your past and discover that you're nothing but a w***e!" Nicola yelled. "Your life is going to be completely ruined and your career is going to come crashing down before your face!"
I stared at her and shook my head. How many years has she been resenting me?
"You're being this bitter over a man." I gasped in disbelief.
My life was clearly in danger and it wasn't time to smile but I couldn't help it. She was willing to lose her freedom and complicate someone else's life for someone who didn't give a s**t about her. How pathetic.
Damien loves no one but himself. He was a selfish bastard who would keep one by his side to satisfy his desires but once that person isn't of any use, slam!
He shuts the door against your face. I couldn't believe that he still had women licking the dust off his feet.
"Damien is just using you." I said.
"He is the man I love and if you get close to him, I'm gonna kill you." She gritted her teeth, obviously more angered by my words.
"Get close to a monster? Why would I do that? I hate him and anyway, I don't like leftovers. There are millions of men out there, ready to kill just to see my face." I said confidently. "So stop trying to make yourself feel relevant. I'm not interested in your man."
"Get out of here already!" My words came out rough and filled with an ignited anger.
"You slut!" She rushed to attack me again but I caught her hands and pushed her towards the dressing table.
I pinned her hands to the shattered pieces of the mirror and she whimpered in pain. She tried struggling by using her legs but I also pinned them with my knees.
I wasn't that weak girl anymore.
"Let me tell you something and I'm saying this for your good. You're gonna walk out of here alive because I'm allowing it but next time, you try this s**t with me. I'm gonna kill you." I said, coldly.
I pressed her hands more painfully into the glass and she let out a sob.
"I'll ruin you like Damien did" She hissed. "I'll make sure everyone knows who you are, I'll expose you for the fraud you are!" The hatred in her words was palpable, and I could feel the venom dripping from every word.
I couldn't stand her hateful words anymore. I felt a rush of adrenaline and I pushed her to the floor and just then, my manager walked in.
"What's going on here?" Jones asked, shifting his gaze between me and Nicola.
"I can't explain now, please take her out of here,"
My manager nodded and walked to Nicola who was still sprawled on the floor. He pulled her up but she shot a glare at me and tried resisting.
He got a tighter hold of her and dragged her out of the dressing room. He must have called the attention of my bodyguards because I heard noises and struggling from outside.
I heaved a sigh of relief and looked at my finger which got poked by a small shard of glass. I removed it and a little blood came out.
I sighed and kicked the heels off my feet before sitting down.
My first day in California had nearly begun and I have been threatened. I somehow expected something to go wrong but not this drastically.
Slowly, the door creaked open and I quickly darted my gaze to it.
"Annabel, I'm so sorry about that. I never thought that anyone would dare to come here and attack you. It's so…" He was at a loss of words for a few seconds. "Do you know her from somewhere? Or someone from your past."
"I don't know her," I replied sincerely.
"I hope she doesn't cause more trouble or rumors," Jones said, worriedly. "She kept calling you Elise and saying she was going to expose your true identity. I'm quite bothered."
"You shouldn't be," I muttered. "She's just chasing after clout. No one is going to pay her any attention, don't think too much about it." I added but I worried as well.
A single encounter with Damien and my life was already spiraling out of control. But this time, I couldn't let him destroy my life like he did before.
At first, I came to California for this job but because of that monster, I was going to spend more time here, destroying him.
For everything Damien did to me, I was going to completely ruin his life till there's nothing left for him to live for.
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