WELCOME TO HELL
1211 Words
Anny POV
I walked into the airplane as my fake mother waved at me, tears running down her face.
I couldn’t help but smile.
Wow.
Some people really needed to become actors.
I kept memorizing the kids’ names.
Adrian.
Adam.
Andrew.
Angela.
Angelina.
I wished I had told Beatrice to change my name, but now it was too late.
The kids looked so much alike that it gave me a headache.
The flight was only thirty minutes, something I wished would have lasted longer.
It didn’t.
I kept sipping water, trying hard not to look nervous.
As for the ballerina thing, well, I had learned it when I was young.
That was what you got from being an agent.
You learned a lot of things you thought would never be useful.
It had been a long time since I danced, but I thought I could pick it up.
Beatrice had already registered me for a major competition.
I really wanted to kill her.
My legs still hurt from dancing.
I alighted from the plane, dragging my two traveling bags as I tried to find a car to the Moston Private Villa.
That was what was written in the files.
Before I could get one, two guys approached me.
I turned toward them.
They looked like normal guys.
I thought they were there to ask me out, but instead, they gave me a deep bow.
I couldn’t help but wonder who they were.
“You are Frank Angelina?”
Hearing the name from outsiders made it feel unfamiliar, but I immediately pulled myself together.
“Yes, I am. How can I help you?”
“We are here to get you.”
I stared at them.
They didn’t seem like the type to take no for an answer.
They led me to a limousine.
As we drove away, I stared through the window.
I had seen one before, but being inside one was completely different.
It felt like heaven on earth.
At least for someone who hadn’t experienced it before.
We arrived at the villa.
It was an enormous, luxurious mansion.
I walked inside and couldn’t help but gawk at the interior design.
I really wished I could study interior design.
I did love it, even though I only knew the basics.
I was sure everything here cost a fortune.
But I immediately remembered that I was from a rich family.
I pulled myself together.
It was just another job.
“Hi, Angelina.”
I heard an old woman’s voice.
“Huh?”
Who was she?
For the first time in years, I forgot everything I had studied for almost two weeks.
I clenched my fists, trying to remember.
Nothing came.
Well, they told me to act.
I smiled at her, trying hard not to show any flaws.
“Hi, Grandma.”
“Oh, wow! I can’t believe my daughter-in-law is this cute. I only heard about you from your dad.”
She tucked my hair behind my ear.
“You look beautiful in person.”
“Thanks, ma.”
“I heard you have a ballet competition coming up. I hope this isn’t affecting you.”
“No, ma. I already talked to my manager, so he told me we could move down here.”
Then I heard a mocking laugh.
I lifted my head.
And I came face-to-face with the bloodthirsty monster I never imagined I would see in person.
“Hi,” I said with a smile.
He ignored me.
“Your father really cherishes you. Just because you have some business to do here at Click, he moved a whole group of ballerinas down here. Wow. You are so precious.”
I stared at him as anger boiled inside me.
“What did you think? I’m so cherished that my dad burst out crying as he watched me leave?”
The room immediately became as cold as ice.
He gave me a look.
But the b*st*rd had started it first.
I didn’t care what he wanted to do.
I was sure he wouldn’t do anything stupid in front of his kids and grandmother.
He stood and strode toward me.
Every step felt as though I was being taken straight to hell.
But I didn’t care.
What was he going to do?
He stopped in front of me.
I stared at his face.
He smirked.
“Wow. Seems like you’ve got guts.”
“Something you lack.”
He smiled.
“Do you know how many people have already died in this house?”
“Am I supposed to be scared?”
I raised a brow.
“Wow. No wonder the house feels cold. I’m sure their ghosts are still lurking around, ready to send you to hell.”
He stared at me.
But I stood my ground.
If he was going to be rude, there was no reason for me to be nice.
His grandmother immediately pulled me away.
“Well, meet the kids.”
“I want her out,” I heard him say.
“I told you. I didn’t bring her for you. I brought her for the kids, so they get to decide.”
I looked at the five kids as they arranged themselves on the stairs.
Kids were difficult to understand.
But one thing I knew was that you didn’t approach them unless you wanted them to see you as something to toy with.
I turned toward Grandma.
“Please, my room.”
She looked shocked.
“Won’t you…”
“I asked for my room, please.”
I cut her off.
“Huh? Kate!”
She called out, and a young lady rushed forward.
“Good day,” she said, bowing.
“This is Angelina. She will be the…”
She stopped, looking at her son, then at the maid.
“She’ll be staying here from now on.”
“Welcome, Madam…”
“Call me Angelina. I hate being called Madam.”
The maid looked at Grandma.
She immediately bowed.
“Welcome, Lady Angelina.”
“Thanks. Please, my room. I’m tired, and I need to practice my dance. I have a competition coming up.”
She nodded and led me into my room.
I walked beside the kids without looking at them.
It was as though they didn’t exist.
Since they couldn’t greet me, I didn’t need to greet them either.
I entered my room.
It was huge.
The made bed looked so beautiful that I wanted to rush onto it and fall asleep.
But I pulled myself together because the maid was still there.
“Your ballet room is there.”
She pointed toward another room.
I just wished she would leave.
She kept explaining things until I felt as though my ears were bleeding.
Finally, she said the last words.
“I hope you last longer here.”
“Huh? Thanks.”
I watched her leave.
According to my research, I knew Dave had never had a wife.
He only had a secretary.
And the secretaries never lasted.
I walked toward the bed and lay down.
Immediately, my phone screen lit
up.
I stared at the message.
What on earth are you doing? Have you gone insane?
I ignored it and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
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