CHAPTER FOUR
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Malian's POV"I will make you pay Ryder, I swear I will."The unfazed look on his face turned into laughter. "Suit yourself Malian, we are done anyways so I do not really give an actual f**k of what you do."He got up and left my room, and I broke down again. He did not have to say more, he didn't have to do anything again, I have been abandoned and used. The past I tried so hard to escape from just slapped me right back in the face. I crawled up on my bed, knees up and head buried in between them. "What do I do?"How do I make them pay for this and regret it? How do I move on from this? So many questions ran through my head but one thing I knew for sure, I will surely get back at them. The love I felt for Ryder, each second I felt them die little by little. As my tears flowed, I felt the love I had for Ryder slip out. His betrayal, his words hurt me and it suffocated me. All those years, I turned a blind eye to anything suspicious because I did not want to face the reality. I did not want to believe otherwise but now look at me. Crawled up in my bed crying again. "This is not the time to be crying and being pitiful. I need to actually do something." 'You're useless'That very word, I'll make him pay for it, so will he also pay for his actions. Ryder and Emily will pay for hurting me. _______________________A Week LaterI moved out of the house, with my savings I rented a small apartment a bit far away from everyone. I did things discreetly and handled it properly. Ryder on the other hand threatened me. I laughed as his words went through one of my ears and out from the other. His words now meant nothing to me, it's been a week and neither of them were remorseful rather they chose to gloat and mock me even more. I took a deep breath as I stared into space thinking deep, taking a sip of coffee and my throat cleared. I have a plan, the question is...How do I establish it? 'Today we will be discussing the 32 year old..... . ' I heard my TV from the room across. Didn't I put that off? 'And now we present Miller Scott.'Hm? I got up from my sofa and walked over to my TV staring at it, I smiled as an idea crossed my head. Well Ryder looks like two can play the game. "Malian, I think it's time to go big fishing." I grinned. A week has passed again, I hissed under my breath as my mother's voice pierced through my ear drums with her every word. "Are you stupid or something?" My mother asked as she paced back and forth. Two days earlier she found out that I moved out from Ryder's mansion, immediately my phone was blasted with calls, texts and none of them were friendly."Mom, look, just forget it. I can't go on with Ryder anymore, he is-""Is what?" An arch brow raised. "A hero for putting up with you?""Pardon me but I would say, it's the other way round. I put up with him and now I am tired.""You are nothing but an ungrateful bastard, we picked you from the slum, raised you to be a woman and this is how you repay us? Whether you like it or not you're going back, I don't care to see what he did. Be it he beat you, insulted you or whatever you are going back to that house and you are going to make more money count for me." "First of all, I did not marry Ryder for his money or power, I was deeply in love with him, I don't give a damn about materialistic things.""Excuse me?""Ever since you adopted me, you just never cared! You used me and pushed me around as if I was an object but not a person! I got married to escape that life and torture but now the life I worked so hard to escape took a big U turn and slapped me even harder!" I yelled back at my mom. "I'm fed up! Not my adopted parents, husband or best friend actually care about me and you guys are supposed to be the only ones I could ever count on.""Will you shut your useless annoying whining?" She snorted with disgust. "You're a horrible mother."She slapped me and I moved back, a smile was still on my face. I was used to this already. Everyone just wanted to use me, no one really cared. "For once in your life, just be a good dog and act as you are told. That's all I have to say. You are going back to that house, and I f*****g care if they feed you dog poop, but you will do as you are told! Stop being so annoying!" She picked up her bag and left my house leaving the door wide open as she walked out. I rubbed my cheeks with my sleeve trying to soothe the stinging pain, really? crying again? I mentally cursed as I felt my cheeks getting stained and wet with tears. No one knew of my plan and I'm happy they didn't, last week I already met with Miller, although we didn't speak but our eyes did. I'm interested in meeting him again and proposing a deal. Since Ryder hates to feel intimidated, I would love to see how he would react to this. Not only do they know how to use people. I sat on my desk typing furiously on my laptop when my phone chimed, I picked it up and saw a text from an unknown number. "It's me, Miller Scott. Let's meet up."The game had just begun.
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