Her return

chapter 1

Outside the hotel room, the sky was dark and it was around 4am in the morning. The cellphone rang violently on the side board of the bed with a frown, the man woke up from his sleep and his gaze was fixed on the messy bedroom with clothes scattered on the floor.

He turned his head to a messy bedsheets and saw a woman covered in a thin white bedsheet.

His expression immediately darkened, he picked up the phone and checked the time, he then slammed it down on the floor with furry. His eyes clearly showed hostility and they were so murderous.

'Those people had actually dared to drug him and sent him a woman? They must have got tired of living.' he thought to himself.

Sturdily enough, he got out of the bed and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. After a bath, he got out of the bathroom and took all his belongings and got out of the room without hesitation.

As if the woman on the bed was an object that he did not need, and it doesn't even need to be paid attention.

When Arya woke up, she woke up in pain, there was a loud pounding in her skull as if she had been knocked out by jackhammer.

She groaned, struggling to get her barring together. Trying to open her eyes one after the other.

Each movement was an impossible defeat, even opening her eyes to orientate her surrounding.

Her mind was foggy, her last vision was hazy but she could still tell that there was something wrong going on. For instance, she did not recognize the room she was in. She was immediately struck by the grey painted walls.

She wondered what had happened to her last night. She could not remember a single thing.

The mattress silently sinked as she was trying to lay on her back. she could feel the weigh of her entire body, as if she gained some extra kilos during the night and there was a dull pain between her legs as if she was assaulted.

She tried to scout her brain for answers and after some few minutes, last night vision came flashing in her mind, but they were hazy visions of the engagement party of hers and her fiance, Michael Thompson.

She remembered her step-sister, Sophia Taylor bringing her a glass of champagne and after few seconds she started to feel uncomfortable.

"What the hell happened?"

She vaguely remembered her step-sister talking to her stepmother that she was taking her to get some rest in one of the hotel room that was booked before in case someone wanted to rest. At that time she couldn't think straight but she had not expected this when she woke up.

She woke up by a heavy breath of an unknown man. The man's grip became tighter and tighter on ther body. She didn't have a strength to push the man away.

"No... stop!"

She never felt like that before. A wave of lust washed over her body, and she could not help but respond to him.

Her body was hot and she felt like she needed him, 'but why was she feeling like that?' she then knew that something was wrong.

She got terrified and tried to fight the man, but she could not succeed as her strength was weak.

The man pushed her back to the bed with a big strength and after few minutes Arya could not hold any longer, so she lost consciousness and passed out.

She was sure that the man last night was not her fiance, Michael.

'How can she lose her virginity to some stranger in that way? What on earth should she do?'

She hardly picked up her clothes on the floor and put them on. All she wanted was to go home and take a bath. She couldn't bare to stay in that room even for a second longer. But the moment she opened the door, she saw Michael standing outside the door along the side was her step-sister, Sophia.

And they both looked furious.

"Michael?" Arya did not know how to explain. Before she could barely grip on her thoughts, she was slapped on the face by Michael.

The mess in the room had not be cleaned up. The evidence of what had happened in the room was in front of their eyes.

"How dare you cheat on me? You have embarrassed me. How can I fall in love with a slut like you?"

Sophia gripped Michael's hand tightly and frowned as she looked at Arya.

"Arya, how could you do this?"

"No.. no..." she shook her head, tears slipping down her face, trying to hold Michael's hand, afraid that he will leave.

"I was tired last night and I came to this room to rest and Sophia, you are the one who brought me here. Please.. sister tell him what happened." she suddenly looked at Sophia who was standing in front of her with wide eyes.

"You did this, didn't you? You are the one who brought me back to the room last night. Why did you do this to me."

When Sophia heard that, she looked wronged. "Yes, I brought you here but I left so I don't understand what are you trying to say."

"You did" Arya growled as her was exploding. "Then how did I ended up in someone's room? Why would that man..."

"Enough!!!" Michael interrupted her with a loud shout as if he did not want to hear her anymore.

"You want to blame someone for your wrong doings?" He looked her coldly. "Only 3 days left for our wedding and you are this desperate, did you really have to climb on someone's bed?"

Arya, hugged herself in panic, tears continued to roll down her chics. She could not believe Michael was saying that. They have been together for 4 years and they are about to get married.

"Michael, don't say that." She said in a low voice, practically pleading with him as she looked at him.

"Please, believe me."

"Don't say anymore. Just listening to you is disgusting." with a pure look of disdain, he turned around and strode off down the corridor.

After a few steps, he turned and fixed his gaze towards Arya, and said "The engagement is off, I don't want to see you again."

His words were like a sharp knife, stabbing straight into her heart. Despair, slowly spread through her. She was on the verge of splitting headache, it was painful that she could not breath.

"Mike.." she staggered towards him but her step-sister grabbed her by the arm, and shoved her to the floor.

"Arya stop! don't you see that he's hurt and you are embarrassing yourself. Get a grip on yourself." She looked at Arya, and said those words with a smirk all over her face.

Arya slowly got up and walked outside the hotel upside minded. She hailed a taxi and went home.

When she got home, she found her father, Nicholas Taylor and stepmother, Miranda Jones in the sitting room. Her father was very furious and he immediately slapped her on cheek.

"Ayra, how can I have raised a daughter like you? You have humiliated me enough, you are no longer a part of his family. From now on, you are no longer my daughter."

She was stunned by her father's words and she saw a maid coming down the stairs with her luggage. She then turned to look at her father, and their gazes met.

Her father took few papers that looked like tickets from the coffee table beside the couch, he threw those tickets at her, and said "Pick up your belongings and leave the country immediately." her father left the room.

"Arya, are you alright?" She was in daze when she lowered her head to pick up her things and tickets.

Sophia walked down the stairs in a leisurely pace. When Arya ignored her, she didn't feel upset instead she laughed.

"Do you really want to know why you ended up being in that room? Okay!, let me tell you. You were right, I brought you there intentionally, yes.. I did it because I want Michael for myself. I couldn't stand the fact that he was going to marry you and be happy.