Chapter three
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Eliana’s POV
Ballon Gala; One Night Stand
“Have you seen it Miss Eliana?” Gregory comes in, holding a piece of paper.
“What is it?” I swipe my ponytail to my neck. It makes me feel prettier on days like this.
“You’re not the only one speaking on Ballon Gala.” His face is tight and so I struggle to ascertain if he means it in the positive or the negative.
“It’d be surprising, suspicious and extremely disappointing if I was the only one speaking. Ballon Gala is for the aristocrats. Unless they’re trying to end me just as they ended mother. Putting me in such a stage alone is not a very pleasant idea.”
“I would have rather they set you up on the stage alone rather than with him.”
“Who?”
“The god of Death.”
“I hate when people speak in parables Gregory and you know that.”
“It’s that murderer.”
For a moment, I pause.
“Are there any other speakers?”
“No. Just the both of you.”
“How excellent.” I chuckle.
I had wanted to opt for a white floral gown. One that I knew would help me blend in and send my message. But with him present, I have another mission.
“I need a black sultry dress with a slit to it’s knee. The back, completely open. I want it strapless and well fitted. I can have that tonight right?”
“Already ordered it Miss. It’d be on its way here soon.”
The dress arrives in no time and I love it. The perfect dress for a mistress that wishes to serve cold revenge.
“For mother.”
Everything contrary to what the theme color which is white and surprisingly, it pleases me on my inside.
I arrive at the red carpet and I am welcomed in.
“The god of Death himself has arrived.”
Gently, I request for a glass of wine.
He walks in, sweeping one swift gaze over everybody and his eyes meet mine.
Slowly, wicked smiles both climb our faces.
“Odd yet astonishingly attractive. Just what you have always wanted.” He requests for a scotch drink and stands by me.
“Dark yet always in the midst of those white Cinderellas. The best way to be underestimated, makes your manipulative prowess even stronger. Don’t you think?”
“You do things to catch my attention and then you run away. What exactly do you want Eliana?”
“I want you and everything that has to do with you to leave my family alone.”
“Tsk. Too bad, I thought you badly wanted to get married to me, you know. The pain of mixed signals.”
“I will rather excavate my late sister’s grave than to have such a deceptive manipulative man as a husband.”
“Please let’s make welcome, our speakers for this edition of Ballon Gala as we welcome a fast rising superstar…..”
“Go dazzle them.”
“That is after I dazzle you first Dane.”
I walk up to stage, a friendly smile on my face.
“And the god of Death.” He walks to the stage coached with a big bright wide smile on his face.
No one is going to know he was the real definition of the god of Death.
“Spike her dream. Nothing too much. Just enough to have her humiliate herself.”
He says something to the waiter that has the both of them staring at me.
The opening remark goes on fast.
“You did well there Eliana.” He hands me a glass of wine.
“I do not remember requesting for a drink from you?” I only accept the drink because I can feel heated gazes on the both of us.
“You do not have to, Mi Caša.”
“Don’t bother. I never got the exact drink I ordered.” He calmly tells me.
One of the Cinderellas walks up to use and she’s not smiling.
“You left me for her?”
I nearly choke on my saliva.
None of them says a single word to each other but I’d be a darned fool to not realize the tension.
She leaves after a minute.
“You seem lost. You can’t handle me with a woman. Are you that possessive?”
I struggle to get a grasp. Suddenly, the whole place seems blurry.
“What did you do to me?”
“Eliana, is everything alright with you?”
“You spiked my drink after all.”
I struggle to keep my feet rooted on the ground but my body is oblivious to my commands.
“Please excuse us. We’ll be back shortly.” I feel his arms around my waist and I let him have his way.
“Mr Thorne and Miss Eliana, it is quite inappropriate to leave the grounds like this.”
“We are flowing with the themes sir and we are leaving for a change of outfit. The host will be furious to see that we are yet to. So please, excuse us.”
“Dane?” I call him because I can’t seem to make sense of anything.
“Never in my life have I acted as a childhood sweetheart and a savior before. On my life Eliana, I will make you pay. Where the heck is your room?”
“I, I can’t remember.”
“God damn it.”
I hear him grunt again and again until we finally get to where I’m guessing is his room.
“Something’s not right.” He grips me harder.
I’m too weak to struggle with him.
“Dane please.”
“Shut up.” He’s panting.
“I, I will pay back any and everything,please don’t.”
“You’re making things worse.”
“This was a setup.”
“Eliana.”
I struggle to open my eyes and the hangover is not even helping.
“Where am I?” I jolt awake when I realize I am under a duvet, my clothes littered on the floor.
At fast, everything is a blur. Then it hits me. Fast. Dane.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry! What have you done?”
“Again, it wasn’t my fault.”
I swallow my tears, the bitterness hanging in my throat. Quietly, I put on my clothes and I leave.
“Did you really think you could have him to yourself, fair swine Eliana?”
Goosebumps fill my body as I startle in fright.
“I don’t have time for this.”
“I know what went on down in there and I have concrete evidence to pull you to your knees.”
She flashes the photos.
“What do you want?”
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