Hidden Vengeance

A Date or the Murderer?

Alexa

“She’s my date”

My heart literally jumps when his hands wraps around my finger, and pulls me away from behind Ethan. But it does calm everyone down and diverts their attention as he pulls me away from the crowd to the exit.

I got my wish answered but at what cost?

Because Ethan’s eyes is burning my back, I can feel it as we make it through the entrance, hands interlocked with a stranger I've barely known for an hour.

“Are you okay?” Will asks, though I nod, I certainly am not, I am drenched, my plan is ruined, above all, I've lost my face before the people I badly want to get revenge on.

“Do you want to come with me? To clear your head?”

I shake my head, after all I barely knew him, he wasn’t even among the the list of people in the file I had studied.

“I’ll wait here for my Boss.”

“The same boss who let you get harassed like that? If you ask for my opinion, no one there wants you around, their hate is so visible, it’s dangerous working with the Bouchards too,”

Ethan doesn’t hate me. I wanted to correct him, but how sure am I about that?

“You don’t need to worry-”

“Then I will stay here with you till your Boss comes,it’s dangerous for a beautiful woman like you to be out at night.”

“Thanks” I mutter, hoping the talk will die, but he kicks off another topic, one I don't expect.

“I don’t believe he killed himself, your Dad I mean.”

Everything freezes, not trusting if I heard that right.

“I know the Bouchards and they are nothing but corny ass blood suckers to get more wealthy”

“What do you mean, I finally turn to him.”

“Come with me, I want to show you something.” He says as he gets to his feet. I shouldn’t trust him, I barely know who he is, but this is the first time someone has ever thought the same way about my father’s death, not even my mother has ever said that. What if he knows something I don’t, what if he knows the killer?

Will took me past the event hall, the rest place is filled with tall trees, with dim light, and it feels low-key creepy.

“Where are you taking me?”

“The cottage.”

It didn't seem like there's a cottage here, from the hall front, but what does this have to do with my father’s death?

“I think I’ll just go back and wait from my Boss.” I halt. This just doesn't feel right, it feels as though I’m walking straight into to the lion’s den.

“Your father was accused of r****g the first lady, kept locked in the mansion basement for three nights by Mr. Bouchard. I know he didn’t do it, he was seduced, and almost forced by the first lady because she had ill interest, don’t you want to find out more? Don’t you want to find our father’s kiiler” He says just when I'm about to turn and return to the hall.

I whip around, my pulse hammering. My throat goes dry, and my fingers tightens it’s hold on the fabric of my dress.

He’s saying the same thing as to what I discovered from my father’s final letter, tainted with his tears. The same letter that appeared in our mailbox mysteriously.

“Are you the one who sent the letter?” I ask as I take a step closer, there's a shift in his expression that I just can't not miss, but he returns his exprrssion and nods with a smile.

“Yes, I am”

I halt in my steps, something isn’t right. In the letter father hid in the mansion for three days, he never said he was locked up, so why are his words different from my father?

“I’m sorry, maybe we can discuss this another time?” I feign a smile, trying to play it cool like my insides aren't shaking, but then, he slides out a knife, so swift, I can't even place where it came from.

“I’m sorry hon, but they paid a huge sum, I can’t leave here without making sure you’re gone.” The soft voice was gone, he now sounded heartless.

I swallow, taking a step back and slowly lifting my dress, my heart is beating drums and s**t, how am I supposed to run in heels? But if I don’t he’s going to kill me.

“Who sent you to do this?” I question with my voice trembling.

“The same person who ordered the death of your father.” He shrugs, there is no humanity in his eyes and without another word I turn and begin to sprint.

“You can't run from death, beautiful.” His voice echoes from behind.

The run has just began, the hall is still far, but my lungs is beginning to burn. The world narrows to the hall at the the distance.

“Help!” I yell with a crooked voice, though I know no miracle can make them hear me, still I don't stop.

But then, my body betrays me, and I fall to the ground, my head hitting a lying thick wood. All I can hear are echoing sounds in my head, my vision blurs as I stare at the sky.

“Dad, please, I don’t want to die, not now…please, help me.”

“Don’t worry, I will send my condolence to your mother.” Will is back, his face blocking my view from the sky as he towers above me, I can’t believe this is how I’m going to die.

“I’ll have you have one last secret before you die. The letter, I didn’t send it, your Boss did, and the one you could killed your father-”

Ethan?