Twelve
1267 Words
The more we stood here, the louder the crowd screamed, and the crazier they acted. One thing I knew for sure was, they weren't going to stop their madness. If we stepped back in, when we eventually came out, they would still attempt to attack us. We had to leave here, no matter what.
Yes, this was awkward. But, the thing was, Tanya and I had a lot of fans. Tanya was a social media freak, so she always made me post our nice moments on my social media account. A lot of people liked seeing us as a couple. But, how could they be this crazy for us? Or, Tanya had hired some thugs to attack Rae? Because, this seemed too stupid to be true.
I glimpsed at Rae again, feeling bad that she had to experience this, though she was the innocent one. Not knowing what to do, I grabbed her, and pulled her into my embrace, so none of those stupid things would touch her.
Her body quivered. And yes, I had expected that.
She sniffled, her eyes dunked in tears. "Please, I wanna go home. I can't face this embarrassment. I'm scared. What if they kill me?"
It was quite funny to see her look this scared, but this wasn't the right time to laugh. "It's okay," I said. Still blocking her from the crowd, quickly, I slipped off my jacket, using it to cover her. "We'll have to find our way out of here. My men aren't here to help you out, okay?"
"Okay." She nodded like a frightened bunny.
I clinged her to me, being confident enough to walk amidst the crowd. Someone attempted to grab her hand, but I held her closer. A tomato hit her forehead. It made me glare, but, unfortunately, I couldn't scream at everyone in the crowd. It was so annoying to experience something this stupid, but I was quite helpless. Now that I knew how far Tanya could go, anytime I stepped out with Rae, I would make sure that I had enough men with me.
Soon, we were able to reach my car. I let her stay in the passenger's seat, while I put the shopping bags in the back seat. As I did so, a bunch of people ran over to me. Of course, as I had expected, they were reporters.
"Ivan Kurt, is it true that you'd be getting married tomorrow?"
"Mr. Kurt, did you ditch your fiancée for your mistress?'
"Is it true that the typical woman is now pregnant with your heir?"
"Ivan, did you really become violent with Tanya, and hit her for your new woman?"
I frowned. I snapped my neck to look at them, helplessly trying to spot the person who had asked me that last question. I wanted to hit the person, but sadly, it was a woman. I just shut the car door, tightened my fist, hopped into the driver's seat, and started the car.
I sighed out hard. This scowl wasn't going to leave my facial expression, anytime soon. I turned to Rae. "Can you see what you've put yourself into?" I scoffed. "Huh? You think it's so easy to get married to a rich man? You didn't think about the consequences? You didn't—"
"Forget it!" she snapped. Tears kept leaving her eyes, her voice shaky because of how much she was crying. "I'm not in for anything you have to say. Yeah, I'm getting married to you. And, don't blame me for what's happening. They're the stupid ones. Because I'm poor, they think I'm not capable. They've got no idea of what I can do. How dangerous I can become."
I raised an eyebrow. Dropping my hands on the steering wheel, I chuckled. I glanced at the window beside me, confused as to why this woman was this awkward. I turned back to her. "Dangerous? What a joke. You think you can face all those crowd?" I began to drive. The screams from the crowd were getting unbearable, so I had to leave. I cleared my throat. "Rae, I don't know what you can do to your friends on the streets, but see, we rich people live an entirely different life. Your dangerous personality won't work here."
She chortled. For a while, she was silent. Then, she sighed, and spoke in a low voice, "You're right, actually. Rich brats. Always making our lives miserable."
"Miss Tyrone, you've put yourself into this." I glanced at her. "Face it, or leave it. It's not too late to back off."
"Will go on with this. And, there's nothing anyone can do about it," she declared.
I just shrugged. There was nothing else I could say.
Throughout the journey to her place, we were silent. It felt like silence was all that hovered around us, but being factual, it was heat and hatred. Well, this was just getting started. Soon, she would know what it meant to be a purchased wife.
***
"Sir, we're done arranging the kitchen," my senior maid, Rachel, announced, as she stood behind the settee I was seated on, in my living room.
I glanced at her past my shoulder, and resumed staring at the TV. "That's great. You can leave for the maid quarters. I'll send you a call if I need any of you around here."
"Okay, sir. Goodnight," she added before leaving.
My eyes examined the room for a few seconds. Everything was set and good enough for me. After two years of living with my aunt, I was back here. I used to feel lonely, so I had decided to stay with her. But now that this impromptu marriage had to come up, I had no choice but to stay here once again.
Done with my short observation, I focused on the TV. The news program was entertainment news, specifically.
"Ivan Kurt was seen with a new woman today, Friday. It has been confirmed by his ex-girlfriend that he abandoned her for the new woman. Their fans are so upset, and even went as far as trying to attack the new woman at a wedding store," one of the hosts of the program said.
The co host shook her head, and sighed. "Natasha, what can you say about this? After years of being with her, he ditched her for a woman he barely knows. What's your view on this?"
The Natasha lady sighed. "You see, guys could be…"
As she spoke, I zoned off completely. I leaned my elbow on the arm rest of the couch, tapped my feet against the floor, thinking of what to do with that crazy woman. This was too much. She was too desperate, which I found very disgusting.
After a while of dashing in my thoughts, a simper grew on my lips. I grabbed my phone, dialed the number of one of my old guys, Raphael, and waited patiently as his phone rang.
"Hey, Ivan, my guy! Long time, bro! How have—"
"Swallow the greetings," I cut him off. He was a great talker.
He mumbled some things, and just continued, "Mean. Anyway, what's up?"
My simper broadened. "I've got a job for you."
"Go on."
"By ten o'clock tonight, I want you to get Tanya kidn*pped," I stated.
If I heard him right, he scoffed. "Okay, bro. A thousand for that."
"Deal," I affirmed.
"Will keep you updated. Peace." With that, he hung up the call.
I dropped my phone on the table, and chuckled. If Tanya wanted fire, I was ready to give that to her.
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