Danger Ahead
1079 Words
GIANNA
The humiliating laughter that followed the words I had just uttered tore me to shreds. Of course, this was the reason why I had been holding back and tolerating his excesses all these years.
“Divorce?” He snickered. “Ahh, I guess you forgot your place again, Gianna Brooke. You are mine. My property. I own you, do not forget that.” He spat.
“I will pay you. I will pay you back every penny my parents owe you. I will pay you every dime. Henceforth, I will no longer be your wife. I have thought deeply about this and I would appreciate it if you sign the papers as soon as possible.” My voice trembled slightly but I forced myself to speak clearly.
I swallowed hard, fighting to maintain my composure. For a moment, he said nothing, then a smirk spread across his face, a mocking laughter widening his lips.
“Pay with what? You have nothing. All you own belong to me. you have nothing.” The laughter on his lips died, replaced by a calculating gaze. “Come back to discuss with me when you can afford to pay off the debt. “He scoffed. “And I am certain that will never happen.
Take care of my house before I return.” He muttered before slamming the door.
I took a deep breath and shook off my fears. I had to try. I scrolled through my phone and found Ivy’s contact. My thumb hovered over the dial button, hesitation gripping me. Well, there was nothing to be bothered about, was there? Since he was no longer my husband, his rule of not working did not apply over me anymore.
The phone rang twice before she picked it up and just before she got the chance to speak, I interrupted her.
“I need a loan. I need a loan, Ivy. I need to get out of this marriage. I know what you think but .... I just need a loan. I have to pay this man every penny we owe. I need to go.” The words tumbled out of my mouth in a rush. I didn’t know how to feel but I wasn’t going back on my decision.
"Okay, you need to calm down and speak to me." She responded.
"I wish i could but ... i am dying." I bit my fingers.
There was a deafening silence on her end and I was a tad bit worried.
“Please, speak to me. I know it might be a little difficult but you can help out with it. I know you can.” I pleaded, desperation evident in my voice.
“How much? How much is the loan?”
“It’s five hundred thousand. Five hundred thousand dollars...”
“Five!” she yelled at the top of her voice and I imagined how widened her eyes was at that point. I bit my finger, hoping for a positive response. I knew it was quite a lot but it was not my fault. My dad had greedily taken a loan from him.
He couldn’t pay back and I was offered as the price for the loan.
“What makes you think I have such amount of money presently?”
“A private chef. I know you work for billionaires and they pay you quite well.”
“And what makes you think I earn that much? Even if I do, you cannot be too sure I have not invested the money in something else.”
I placed my hands on my forehead. She was the only one I could turn to. My only help.
“You can take a loan from one of them, can’t you? I know.... I know this sounds weird and selfish but I know this money does not mean a thing to a majority of them. There are several wealthy billionaires you work for and I know they can loan me the money. I do not mind if I have to be a cleaner or anything to pay back this money. I just have to leave this shackle called a marriage, please.”
A deep silence followed. She tried to argue but I pleaded with her. Sitting in that house would simply drive me to depression.
“I’ll try my best and see what I can do. I am however not promising anything. I will call you tonight.”
**
I was fully dressed, pacing around the living room, my eyes fixed on the clock on the wall. I couldn’t shake off the anticipation. I checked up my phone for what felt like the hundredth time, willing it to ring. Come on, Ivy! Patience, I told myself. I occupied myself by arranging the living room but my eyes kept drifting back to the phone.
After what seemed like forever, it rang. I snatched it up, my heart racing.
“I am outside your house. Hurry.” She spoke. I grabbed my bag and hastily locked the door behind me. I didn't see her anywhere near but relief washed over me as i spotted her waving from a SUV window.
“You are wearing that?” She asked, her tone laced with skepticism. Was I underdressed? Or overdressed? Anticipation coursed through me like adrenaline as the car began to drive off. I had no idea where we were heading in particular. I couldn’t ask Ivy as her thumbs flew across the screen, tapping out a rapid-fire message. Her brows furrowed in concentration.
I cleared my throat, hesitating. “Where are w....”
She held a finger, silencing me. “Just a sec.” she mouthed, her eyes still fixed on her phone. I felt a jolt of surprise, my heart skipping a beat. I gazed out the window, my mind still reeling from the sudden realization of our destination. For a moment, I thought the driver had made a mistake but Ivy’s calm demeanor told me otherwise.
She turned to me, her eyes locked on to mine and she took my hands in hers.
“Are you really sure you want to do this. this might be.....dangerous. Listen, a lot of these weathy men are dangerous but this man is the coolest of them all. Are you... are you sure you want to do this?"
Her expression left no chance for doubt. Her eyes spoke one thing yet her mouth spoke something else. What should i believe?
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