CHAPTER 7
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"Don't moan, or else I'll delay your brother's treatment," he warned.
"Then don't touch me," Laura pushed him hard.
He stumbled back a bit. She could see his expression still remained cold, and she tried her best not to look scared.
"I said, acting tough. Does not suit you," Scott growled, closing the gap between them, his figure towering over hers
He looked so intimidating, and she could hear the sound of her heart pounding against her ribcage, but there was no way she'll let him be in charge.
"And I don't care," she said, looking straight at him.
"Watching you play piano isn't a crime. Stop acting like it's so bad. Don't touch me, or I'll show you what happens when you mess with me."
He didn't say anything, just kept looking at her.
"Just because you're rich and good-looking doesn't mean you control my life," she added.
"Today is Sunday, not Monday." She turned to leave, but he grabbed her wrist.
"I do what I want with you," he said, pulling her close. She tried to push him away, but it was like trying to move a mountain.
Then, he suddenly stepped back, turning to the window.
"Use the door," he said.
Laura stared at him, confused. She never expected his decision to change so quickly.
Without wasting another second, she ran out.
"Laura," Scott muttered as he walked over to the bedstand. He picked up a packet of cigarettes , taking out on and dropping the rest on the table before picking up a lighter.
He lit the cigarette and made his way to the balcony. The thought of how Laura tried acting tough made him chuckled it wasn't up to a minute when his cold expression returned.
The sound of his phone ringing disrupted his thoughts, and he returned to the room.
His eyes narrowed as he answered the call.
"Why are you calling?" he growled.
"Son, you know I don't have much time left," a weak, feminine voice replied.
"Can't you just grant me one wish and give me the grandchild I've been asking for?"
Scott's expression turned to a slight frown.
"I told you before, Mother, I don't have time for this. I have more important things to focus on than giving you a grandchild. If you hadn't cared so much about your reputation then you'd have gotten a grandchild long ago"
"Please, Scott. Your brother betrayed us," his mother begged.
"You know I did what I had to do and besides you father made the decision. I had to support him. Just think about how happy it would make me."
"I said no, Mother. Don't call me about this again."
He ended the call and threw the phone across the room, his anger boiling over. He stormed over to the bar and poured himself a drink, downing it in one gulp. He reached for a small bag of pills on the counter and popped one into his mouth, washing it down with another drink.
The room began to spin, and Scott stumbled, catching himself on the armchair. He sank into the chair, feeling the familiar numbness wash over him.
"Make you happy?" He muttered clenching his fist.
NEXT DAY
Laura woke up from a restless sleep, feeling a bit disoriented. She stretched, realizing Scott had already left for work. She got out of bed and began her morning routine.
As she came downstairs, she heard the front door open. She thought it was Scott returning home, but instead, Molly stepped in.
"Home sweet home," Molly said, dropping her purse on the couch.
Molly's eyes locked onto Laura's as she walked up the stairs, a sly smile spreading across her face.
"Well, well, well, look what we have here," Molly said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Laura's eyes narrowed, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew Molly was trouble.
Molly reached out and grabbed Laura's hair, pulling her down the stairs. Laura's feet stumbled, but she managed to regain her balance.
"Let go of my hair" Laura shouted, trying to pry Molly's fingers loose.
Molly stopped on the last step, her eyes blazing with anger.
"You think you're Scott's wife, don't you?" Molly sneered.
"Does it look like a joke to you?" Laura asked.
Her face twisted in pain as Molly's grip on her hair tightened.
"Mind you, next time you pull my hair, I will make sure you regret it," Laura warned, trying to sound braver than she felt.
Molly's smile grew wider as she released aurora's hair.
"Oh, I'm shaking in my boots," Molly said, her voice laced with sarcasm.
Suddenly, Molly's hand flew across Laura's face, delivering a dirty slap that sent Laura's head spinning. Laura's eyes watered as she stumbled backwards, clutching her stinging cheek.
"Ahh!" She yelped as Molly's grip returned to her hair.
"Get this into your skull, I don't make empty threats. If you don't leave Scott in a few days, baby, I will eliminate you," Molly hissed, her eyes blazing with fury.
Laura's eyes were filled with rage as Molly's words hung in the air. She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins.
Molly turned around, scanning the room as if searching for something or someone.
"Where's my future husband?" Molly muttered to herself.
Laura's face contorted in anger.
"He's not your future husband," Laura spat, clenching her fists.
Molly turned around, a wicked grin spreading across her face.
"We'll see about that," Molly said, her voice dripping with malice.
With one last glance at Laura, Molly turned and walked out of the living room, leaving Laura shaken and furious.
As Molly reached the door, she turned around once more.
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Molly said.
"If you don't leave, you'll regret it." She added before exiting.
Laura sighed as the tears she was fighting back streamed down her cheeks. She quickly returned to her room and shot the door close.
WILLIAM'S ESTATE
The sun cast its golden rays upon the majestic villa, owned by the wealthy Mister Williams. The villa's grandeur was awe-inspiring, with lush green gardens and a sparkling pool that seemed to stretch on forever.
Inside the villa, a woman sat elegantly in her lavish bedroom. Her brown hair with a touch of grey cascaded down her back like a waterfall of chocolate. Her flawless beauty was mesmerizing, and her exquisite dress shimmered in the sunlight, revealing her impeccable taste.
"Enter," she said, her voice melodious as she gestured to the person knocking on her door.
"Ma'am," a soft voice replied, as a middle-aged man entered the room.
"Yes?" she asked, her eyes locked onto his.
"I have a report, ma'am," he said, his voice hesitant.
"It seems Master Scott has gotten married."
The woman's eyes narrowed.
"Married to whom?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
The man dropped a photograph in front of her. Her eyes widened as she picked it up, her face pale.
"I thought you were dead, alongside your incompetent parents," she whispered.
"Fate has a way of playing its own tricks, doesn't it?" She chuckled
Her eyes locked onto the photograph, a mixture of emotions swirling within her. Her gaze drifted to the woman standing beside Scott. It was Laura
A sinister smile spread across her face.
"I can never let you be with my son," she hissed, her voice venomous.
"Even if you're the one who can grant my last wish, I'd rather die without a grandchild."
"Molly, you'll be my sons wife and bear me, children at all cost," she said with an evil smirk playing on her lips.
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