VENGEANCE IN VELVET

CHAPTER TWO

Isabella's POV

I could feel the sunlight piercing through the curtains onto my forehead. My head hurts and my body feels heavy. Turning my head, I found Gladys still snoring softly beside me. I tried to smile but the headache couldn’t let me.

How I got to my bed last night was still a mystery to me. I could still picture Damian Voss' face on my head, looking so calm and handsome like everything was going smoothly in his life after shattering mine. I know I should be targeting John Voss, his dad, but ever since he handed the Company to his son, Damian became my target and enemies.

I remembered I almost lost control, I nearly followed him, but can’t remember what happened next. “Damn it,” I said, hitting my fist on the bed. The bang of my fist woke Gladys up, she stretched lazily, her brown hair was a mess, “Good morning, drunk queen,” she teased. “You got a hangover right?” she asked, blinking away sleep from her eyes.

“Don’t start,” I said, trying to get up from the bed, but fell back. “Wow, I really exhausted the little energy I had, all thanks to you.” Gladys laughed, “I have never seen you so drunk like that, tell me what happened.”

I signed, “I wasn’t planning on drinking but then you just disappeared, and….” I signed again. “And what? Talk to me,” she said with a calm tone. “I saw someone, someone that I am now ready to face.” I said with a clenched fist.

Gladys understood the message, “Well whoever that might be, really made you look stunningly tragic. I mean you were the most beautiful drunk in the room, I really wish I took videos, but you know I love you!” Gladys said with a grin, getting a glare from me.

“Relax, I will give you a hangover cure.” I smiled. “What would I do without you?” “Definitely, nothing!” She rolled her eyes, stood up and closed the door behind her.

A few minutes later, she handed me a concoction to drink. It tasted bitter but it relieved me to some extent. “Thanks love.” I said getting my usual self. “You welcome sweetie. I did love to stay but duty calls, see you later.” She pecked my cheeks and rushed through the door.

I was left alone with my thoughts, thinking about Damian Voss and the revenge plan. I knew I had to get close to him, and the best way to do that was to work as his secretary. My uncle had already set the plan in motion, and I was waiting for the interview.

The interview went smoothly, and I was confident that I would get the job. As I was preparing for the interview the following day, I made sure to look good and acceptable. I applied lipstick to my lips while staring at myself in the mirror. ‘I think I look beautiful.’ I said to myself.

This was it, the beginning of my revenge. I drew my brows, just then a question popped out from my head. How was I able to drink at that party if my mask were still on? Did I take off my mask? I remembered clearly that I badly wanted to approach him, hit him, and lay curses on him. But then felt a hand holding me back, but can’t remember what that person looks like.

‘Who could that be?’ ‘Why am I just remembering this?’ ‘What really happened at the party?’ “Could this be a bad sign?”

Damian's POV

My mind drifted back to last night's Halloween party. I tried my best to avoid prying eyes but there was this girl, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. Every one in the party mingled with two to three person’s, but the girl in question, sat alone in the bar section. At first, I was wondering how she could keep wearing a mask that has an opening on just the eye section. ‘How is she breathing without removing her mask at intervals, or is she hiding from someone?’ I had asked myself.

She had partially moved her mask so she could drink, but she still could not drink comfortably, so she completely took off the mask. Right on that spot far away from her, I was beholding a beauty. Her ponytail was let loose, her face striking with sharp features, her eyes burned with an intensity. She had looked angry and even dangerous but yet beautiful.

She drank like she needed to kill someone. I just hope she is okay wherever she is. “Sir, your car is ready,” my driver called from the hallway, jolting me back to reality. “Coming,” I responded back.

I pushed the thoughts of the mysterious girl aside and focused on the day's schedule. I had a meeting with a potential client, and I needed to be on top of my game.