Chapter 2
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His presence filled the room. His scent was unwavering and took control of everything in the room. His very presence showed control, then working under him would be like being locked up in a cage.
My gaze locked on to him, I didn't flinch. I hide my storm. Deep down in me, just beneath the facade, every wall, every defense, they just began to crack. The fall of the great wall of china has begun. Lord, save my soul.
He walked up to me, his eyes exuding control and power.
He was calm, his expression cool, damn, the power shift was just too f*****g noticeable.
“You've grown my dear.”
Liana's POV
I hate him. Looking at him sends shivers down my spine. He's just… he's the devil, my devil. He looked like sin and spoke like the f*****g law.
“I'll wait for you outside.” He excused himself out. f*****g pig!
The both of them left, the thud of the door reminded me of the choice I just made, the deal I just signed, a f*****g contract with the devil. Good heavens, save my soul.
I know this little is more than it seems, there's just something underlying I need to find. I don't trust any of them. Not a single one.
“Mom, I promise you, it's gonna be alright.” I whispered with a kiss on her forehead.
I headed down the hallway, but bumped into him just as I wanted to exit the hallway.
His face exuding confidence, his dark suit, his clean lines, the haircut all reminded me of everything I hate about him, everything I hate about all of this s**t.
He met mine, it felt magnetic, the kind of confidence that didn't need words, it just melted my heart. His gaze met mine, steady and encrypted. I couldn't understand a thing in that void look.
I almost tripped over in my confused state, but he was fast, as if he was expecting it and caught just right. I felt the warmth of his suit, his scent filled my soul, but I remembered what he was and yanked myself off him.
I hated how the sight of him made my pulse accelerate. Everything about him, it just screamed ‘danger!’ It said:run.
The tightened jaw, his sharp cheekbones and the cold and chilling feel of his voice, they all scared me to the marrow.
He looked at me, I knew what he wanted to say. He wanted to remind us of the power imbalance.
“You'll be living under my supervision, your father insisted.” He smirked.
I wonder if that can't wait.
“Yeah!” I snapped. “My father insisted on many things. Most of them were all about forgetting I existed.” I snarled.
His gaze softened, but the simmering anger was struggling to find its way out.
“I'm not here to fight you, Liana.” He said, his voice hoarse. “But let me earn you, don't think it's all gonna be rosy. If you think you'll walk this journey untouched, you're mistaken.” He scolded.
Neither was I ready for a fight too. I just groaned angrily and stumped my feet out of the building.
“Get in.”
My eyes burned with anger, but my legs whispered with submission.
We began the annoying ride to the estate, he subtly watched me in the mirror.
The lingering silence between us was choking. I know he felt it, he wanted to lighten up the mood, but I'm in no mood to talk to him.
“You never asked what killed your father?” He asked, his eyes locked into mine through the mirror.
“I don't care about it.” I snapped angrily. I hate anything to do with Arthur. Why can't he see this? Why can't he just let me be?
Damn!
He raised an eyebrow. What the f**k does he want? I don't give a damn.
“You should.” He growled. “The doctor's report says heart attack. But I know you know your father very well. He never left things to chance.”
What's going on? From assuming leadership to finding the cause of his death, or perceived murder?
This will only get messier.
“I don't understand what you mean?” I raised an eyebrow. “What are you saying?”
He just smiled coldly.
“Nothing, yet.”
Why give me something to ponder about and drop it suddenly, well, I don't care. All that matters now is saving mom. That's the whole point of this s**t.
He slowed down as we got to the massive iron gates. The estate exudes beauty and power. The stone walls were just too high for comfort. Cameras lurking around in every corner, the sound of them whirring told me something, it's a f*****g prison.
We alighted, Dominic didn't even come to open the door for me. He was behaving curt.
He just headed inside, not even a word to me. I hurried after him, I believe the training or supervision has begun.
The cold marble floor, oh my, the grand staircases, it all seemed new.
I caught sight of a portrait. I don't recognize that one. It wasn't there. That must be new
He didn't even slow down. I had to run after him on the staircase. My heels clicked too loudly on the floors.
All I know for sure is, this isn't a home. It's a… a prison.
I can't get my head off it.
At the end of a long hallway after the endless stairs, I stopped. I remember this picture. The intimidating feeling, I remember it all.
It was a massive oil painting of dad, Sir Arthur Blackwell in his dark suit, commanding glory with his silly walking stick.
My mind replayed his cold words. His torments, his insults, it was all too much.
Aargh!!
I grabbed a flower vase behind me and slammed it right in his face.
The pieces shattering on the floor forced a smile on my face.
“You don't get to look down on me anymore. Go to hell old man.” I whispered and spat in his face.
The silence followed behind me. Closely watching, it's always watching.
“He chose that portrait himself.” He said. He didn't even look at my face.
“Yeah. Of course he did.”
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