Chapter 9
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Where can I drop you off?"
He's offering me a ride? Is he out of his mind? If our families find out he took me home, it will undoubtedly cause a scandal. Doesn't he know about the long-standing feud between the Da Silvas and the Montalgos?
"No need, I'll just call my driver to pick me up."
I dialed Mang Lando’s number.
"Good, make it fast. You're dripping all over my seat."
My jaw dropped at his comment. Seriously? I thought he was apologetic and concerned, but no, his car seat matters more.
I waited for him to look my way before rolling my eyes exaggeratedly. He raised an eyebrow at me, unfazed. I pity the woman who will love him someday. He’s so CAR-ing.
While I called Mang Lando, he kept tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. I couldn't help but glance at him. From his side profile, his sharp jawline and the scar on his eyebrow were hard to miss. He looked effortlessly perfect. Life is so unfair sometimes.
I shook my head when I realized I was complimenting him. Annoying.
"Manong, please bring a towel too. Thank you," I said before ending the call. I handed him my phone with a roll of my eyes.
"I think you need an eye doctor. Your eyes keep rolling like you're having a seizure."
In frustration, I smacked his chest with my phone. Nothing good ever comes out of his mouth. Ugh, such an ungentlemanly man.
"What the heck is your problem?"
I ignored him, folding my arms.
"I really don’t understand why girls are chasing after you. You’re so mean!"
From my peripheral vision, I saw him run a hand through his hair before looking at me.
We fell silent for a few moments.
"Alright, I—"
Before he could finish, I opened the car door and stepped out. I walked briskly, my annoyance bubbling. Sure, I might seem childish right now, but I can’t help it. He’s awful. If he didn’t want me in his car, he should’ve let Nidal help me instead.
I heard him running after me, so I quickened my pace. When I spotted our private car, I was tempted to run, but that would make me look immature. I should handle this like a lady. I can’t keep running from problems.
I stopped and turned to face him, surprised to find him standing so close that we almost kissed. I stepped back, taking a deep breath.
"Alright, thanks for saving me earlier… and I apologize for what I said. I had no right to judge you when I don’t even know you. No hard feelings. Let’s part ways."
He didn’t react. Not even a nod. Seriously, this guy? Fine.
I turned my back to leave.
"No hard feelings, Sneaky Lady. Hope not to see you again."
Did he just call me Sneaky Lady? Can’t he filter his words for once?
I glanced back to see him walking to his car. Does he really dislike me that much?
With a huff, I marched toward Mang Lando. Like I’d want to see him again. Even if he were the last man on Earth, I’d never fall for someone like him. Unpredictable.
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Warning: Sensitive Content Ahead
Meanwhile...
Someone’s POV
"Shot! Shot! Shot!"
I winced as the alcohol burned my throat. I only came to this club to accompany my friend, yet here I am, taking shots.
"Sue, I don’t think I can handle another shot. Let’s go home," I pleaded with her.
She was drunk too, but I was clearly worse off. Her face appeared doubled in my vision. So this is what being drunk feels like.
"Nooo, we need to finish our drinks. I still remember him. I want to wake up tomorrow with no memories of him," she slurred, taking another drink.
Poor her. She’s the heartbroken one, and now I’m being dragged into her misery. Suddenly, I felt the call of nature.
"Sue, I’ll just head to the restroom. Be right back."
"It’s fine! Leave meee, just like he left meee. I don’t careee!"
Drama queen. I just need to pee. I stumbled toward the restroom.
"Ouch! Watch where you’re going!"
"Hey, miss, no need to push just to get through."
I ignored their remarks. I was too focused on reaching the restroom.
Inside, I hastily pulled down my skirt, almost dropping my glasses in the process.
After relieving myself, I vomited into the sink. My stomach churned as my head throbbed.
Suddenly, the lights went out. A blackout? But I could still hear the blaring music from the dance floor.
"s**t!"
I fumbled in the dark, hearing faint footsteps. Was someone else in here?
"Is anyone there?"
No response.
"Hey, do you have a flashlight? It’s pitch dark in here."
Silence.
A cold breeze brushed against my skin, making the hairs on my neck stand on end. God, please don’t let it be a ghost.
I nervously sang, "What a beautiful name it is, nothing compares to it…"
I reached for my phone in my pocket and turned on the flashlight, but someone suddenly grabbed my face, muffling my scream as my phone clattered to the floor.
"Mmmph!"
"Shhh, baby. You don’t want anyone to hear what we’re about to do, do you?"
I thrashed against his grip. What did he mean by that? I bit his hand, forcing him to release me.
"f**k!"
"HELP—mmmph!"
He pushed me forward, pinning me against the sink. Panic set in as I felt something sharp press against my side.
"Go ahead, scream. Let’s see how loud you can get with this inside you."
"Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone. Have mercy," I begged.
Instead of stopping, his lips trailed down my neck, ignoring my pleas. My tears mixed with sweat as I felt the cold touch of the lavatory sink against my forehead.
He yanked up the hem of my dress, leaving me exposed.
"Please, don’t do this. Have mercy on me," I begged again, my voice cracking.
His response was a cruel laugh. "Mercy doesn’t suit me, Lailee."
My breath hitched. He knew my name. Who was he? Panic swirled in my mind as I struggled to piece together who this monster could be.
Before I could scream again, he shoved me forward, forcing me into submission. The sharp pain that followed made me cry out, my voice muffled by the sound of the club’s music seeping through the walls.
"Damn, a virgin," he muttered, his voice dripping with twisted satisfaction.
"You bastard!" I managed to choke out between sobs.
"That’s right, baby," he whispered into my ear. "I’m your bastard."
His merciless actions continued as I clung to the edge of the sink, praying for the nightmare to end. I bit my lip to stop myself from screaming, not wanting to draw attention that might put anyone else at risk.
Through the dim light of my fallen phone’s flashlight, I caught a glimpse of a tattoo—a slithering cobra etched from his palm to his bicep. My blurry vision locked onto it, engraving the image into my memory.
The pain in my abdomen worsened until I felt him finish inside me. He pulled away, leaving me trembling and broken.
"Who would’ve thought a Montalgo could feel like heaven?" he sneered, zipping his pants.
I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing quietly. I swear, I’ll make him pay for this.
As he moved toward the door, I heard a knock. My heart leapt—Sue! She must’ve followed me. Panic seized me. I couldn’t let her get involved.
"Shhh, don’t move," he hissed, his voice low but commanding.
The knock came again, followed by a male voice.
"Ruiji, man, hurry up. Someone’s coming."
Ruiji. The name echoed in my head. It sounded so familiar.
Before I could process it, I felt a sharp prick at the back of my neck. My vision blurred, and darkness swallowed me.
"Sleep well, baby. Until next time."
- Writer
