Chapter 2
1393 Words
Revenge
Penelope's Pov
My lips parted in horror. I couldn't comprehend what he said. But the longer I stared at his face, the more it slowly dawned on me that he quite looked like the stupid man that I know. This man just did an effective glow-up to look like a sexy Greek God.
"A-are you for real?" I gulped while staring at the eyes that somehow proved that he was saying the truth. I didn't realize it sooner since he was wearing thick eyeglasses back then, when he still looked like a geek nerd.
"Pierre?" I said his name in fast heartbeats.
The corner of his lips rose. He then ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm glad you still remember my name."
I gasped.
I blinked multiple times to see if I was hallucinating or what. But he was damn real.
"What?!" I exclaimed in late reaction.
I shamelessly scanned him from head down to his massive torso down to his defined and muscled hips, stopping at the bulge in between that I never thought he had before.
He stroked my face with his long fingers to make me look at him. He crouched, which made me statued. He wanders his eyes to my face as if he's trying to remember me. I couldn't breathe properly while watching him from a close distance.
If this is real, why is he here in front of me? Wait…don't tell me, he's the one who kidnapped me?!
I evaded his hand and piercingly looked at him.
"Why am I here?" I clenched my jaw. "You f*cker. Did you f*cking kidnap me?!"
His hawk-like eyes watched me closer. He craned his neck and replied with a lazy expression. "Yes."
It sent shivers down my spine.
"Y-you what?" I harshly breathe. "Why are you doing this? Do you know what event I have to attend tonight?!" Though I'm not sure if it's still night.
Hot tears pooled in my eyes. How dare this man mess up my long-awaited event?! Just like always, he would always put my name at risk! He never changed!
It was like a slow motion when he raised his hand to my hair and untangled the bun on it. The strands of my hair fell miserably, just like how my tears fell down on my cheeks.
"You selfish bastard."
He suddenly grasped my neck, which made me gasp in shock. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, they were both burning. "Who's talking? Do you already forget what you did to me, huh?" He whispered with a lace of anger.
I-I don't know what you're saying.."I closed my eyes when I started to struggle with breathing.
His hot breath touched my cheeks. "You know what I’m saying, Eris. Don't act as if you didn't leave me hanging on our supposed wedding day."
My eyes turned into bulges when he forcibly plunged his lips into mine. I tried to push him away, but I was strangled and weak, unlike him, who has an almost ironclad body.
I moaned when a metallic taste drew, when he bit my lips. Blood dripped down from my lips when he stopped and removed himself from above me.
"You're stupid, Eris." He repeated this before leaving me alone.
I kicked the air in annoyance when my senses came back. I bit my bloody lips and yelled at the freaking door.
"F*ck you, Pierre! Come back here! We're still not done talking!"
I don't know if I am mad that he kidnapped me and ruined my special day or because he kissed me.
I tried to remove the knot, but beads of sweat and tears only dried up, and I still couldn't remove it. I hopelessly shut my eyes.
"You're dead, Eris..." I whispered to myself.
What should I do now? How can I escape from here? I don't even know where the hell this place is! How about my award? People might be worried and wonder now why I didn't come! My fans were expecting me!
With blurry eyes, I roamed my eyes around the room. There's nothing but the bed that I was lying on, the single window, A chair in the corner, and a lamp beside the bed.
What is he planning this time? Does he want some money? Did he kidnap me for ransom? But as far as I know, their family is wealthy. And he seems to not go that far for just some money.
I analyzed what he just said earlier.
"You know what I’m saying, Eris. Don't act as if you didn't leave me hanging on our supposed wedding day."
What? So he wants revenge? But it was long ago! He's still urning rage on me for the past years? Don't tell me he still hasn't moved on?
It might be his motive to do this to me. But why now?
Is he waiting for my event? Does he want my downfall? Does he want to ruin my image and career? And he would do that while he's jailing me here?!
My blood boiled in anger. I'll make him pay for this!
I looked out the window. It was close, so I couldn't guess if it was still night or if it was already morning. My stomach growled in between my thoughts. I cursed Pierre’s name repeatedly, but my whole body tingled in horror when I heard footsteps coming into the room. Slowly, the door opened. I hold my breath in tension
But he didn't come. Instead, an old woman in a maid's dress entered the room with a tray of...food? Her stern face scanned the room before settling on me.
She sighed before walking in my direction. She put the tray on the space beside me. "Sir asked me to feed you." she said in a cold voice.
Sir? Is she referring to Pierre?
"F-Feed me? Why don't you just help me to get free? Please, I will pay you. Just help me to get out of here!" I pleaded.
She started scooping the soup, like she couldn't hear me. She motioned for me to open my mouth, but I only lashed out at her.
"Don't you know me? I'm The great Penelope Galvez! So please have mercy on me! H-Help me!"
I kicked her hand when she was about to feed me. I was damn irritated because she wouldn't listen to me. The hot soup poured on her dress. She screamed in shock and pain. Guilt flowed through me when I saw how she got hurt. I don't have any intention to do that to her. I just got pissed!
"I-I'm sorr--"
The door suddenly exploded. My heart jumped in surprise when a group of three men and one woman entered the room, followed by Pierre, who already has a dark face.
"What happened here?" He asked. He then saw the old woman lying on the floor, groaning in pain.
"What did you do?" His voice was like thunder. It sent shocks and terrifying chills through me.
They all immediately went to the old woman.
"I-I..." I couldn't finish my words. More so when the new woman who was exporting all black clothes went to me and pulled my hair.
"You b***h! What did you do to Nana Celia?" She hissed harshly.
"F*ck! Don't touch me!" I cursed back at her.
Damn this b*tch! If there's an important part of my body aside from my face, it's my precious hair!
I lifted my feet and tried to kick her. She was seething in anger when she stepped back after I almost hit her face. She's lucky that I wasn’t wearing my stilettos anymore.
"Diana stop!" two men pulled her away from me. While the other was just watching and laughing his ass off on the side.
F*ck these crazy people.
I was catching my breath when I realized that Pierre was on my side, holding my Hips together to stop me from kicking the woman.
My face heated when I saw how he was trying to pull the slit of my dress together.
Like a worm, I pulled myself away from his hold and put some distance between us. I glared at him despite the heat and sweat all over me.
"Stop or I'll kill you." he warned, though I couldn't feel any threat.
"F*ck you." I replied.
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