The Silent Guy's Revenge

Revenge 2

I frowned. And I cussed. I kept the letter and hid it in the antique box. After that, I sighed exasperatedly. A death threat letter again. How long will I receive this kind of letter? I was seven years old when my parents died and I received these letters. Since they were gone, I was obliged to do what they had left. All their properties-conglomerate company, mansions, money, etc., etc. My family is super duper damn rich and I can't bear with it. After their death, I also received death threats that were starting to threaten and scaring me like s**t. I was afraid to go out of my house. If I want to, I need a companion first.

I was forced to do what adults must do. I never experienced being a kid and a teenager in my years. I arranged everything. I took care of all of my parents' belongings and properties at the age of seven. Fortunately, Papa taught me how to run everything when I was a kid. I was born not to live like a normal kid. I was born as the inheritor of their properties. It hurts to say the fact that I was never once loved by my parents. They see me as their tool who will run their wealth on my 18th birthday.

I grew up with no friends before. But I got a chance to have one after my parent's death and that was Sabrina. We have the same surname but we're not blood-related. She's not my cousin, either. She has a title that I should call 'best friend'. She's been my best friend since I was in high school 'to college 'till now. She knows all my sufferings and I know what's hers too. I know how her love story started. She knew how my love story started.

"Young miss, are you alright?"

I flinched as I heard my butler's voice. I turned my head and looked at him. He was dressed on his cutaway coat like the other butlers should always dress. He has been working for me since I was little. He was like a father to me. He never left my side since my parents died. He was working with my family for almost 30 years. He never had his family because he doesn't want to leave me alone together with the misery and hardship of my parents. He is a good-hearted man.

I gave him my faint smile like I usually do whenever I received a death threat letter and didn't answer his question. I looked away as I turned my attention to my fidgeting hands. He knows that I am not fine with these stupid letters. But I know that he wants to comfort me by just asking for it.

He went beside me. I know that he was guarding what I am doing. I usually faint whenever I receive them. But this time, I didn't. I don't want to show my vulnerable side.

But he was a hard-headed one. He wants to know what I'm feeling. So, I surrender so easily. I sighed, a sign that I am giving up. "I am starting to be scared again." I almost whispered my answer. I felt my hands were starting to shake.

"Miss Freya..." In my peripheral vision, I saw him bow his head at me.

I gave out a nervous huff. And do what he wants. "Why is it so unfair? Why is it always me who always feels this way? Why is it like this? I am so scared to myself! I am so scared of Dylan!!!" I stood up and hit the table. Indeed, I was so scared not to myself but also to my dear Dylan. I'm afraid he would know about the threats I am receiving. I don't want him to know what my everlasting problem is. I don't want him to implicate me. I don't want him to stay away from me in this kind of state of situation I am in.

"Are you planning to tell this to him?"

I looked at him and sighed. "Will, how many times do I have to tell you that I don't want to tell him about this kind of thing. I don't want to put his life in danger," I said seriously.

Will looked straight into my eyes. "Young miss Freya, Sir Dylan is already having a suspicion about the letters you'd been receiving. I'm always making an excuse that those letters were from mine, not yours," he said with worry expression on his face

I sighed again and sat down. "How am I supposed to keep this thing, Will? I have to keep this up for a long time and I must know who the hell has been threatening me since I was little. I must know why he is so angry with my family. I must know how this started. I must know... I must know..." Tears started to threaten to fall in my eyes but I wiped it.

"But you can't do that part whenever Sir Dylan is around, young mistress. You're being more cautious when you are with him. Instead of looking for the culprit, you chose not to."

I was silent. A part of me was saying that Will is right. Yes, I'm more careful when Dylan is around. I don't want him to know what my big problem is. All he knew was I'm just an ordinary, super-rich girl living alone with my serenities. Something came up and an imaginary light bulb lit up in my head.

I turned at him. "What if I should tell him about this?" I suggested.

He looked at me weirdly like my idea is insane. "Young mistress... are you hearing yourself? For sure his family will be the next target of receiving death letters, too."

I have silenced again. He was right. If I tell him about it, what consequences may happen shortly if I involve him? But I can't do this anymore. I want to be with Dylan as I dealt with my problems. But if I involve him... Will is right. His family will be the next target. And it would conscience and haunt me. Maybe, I shouldn't. Yeah, I shouldn't tell him.

"What should I do? Any moment he could have known about these things. I'm afraid he's going to break with me if he knows everything about this," I said and was starting to get afraid again.

He raised his hand and put it in my head. He caressed and touched it.

I don't know why but I felt relieved as he touched my head like I was his daughter. I always felt safe with Will. "What do you want for him not to know that you are dealing with this problem?" he asked calmly.

I started to think and ask myself. What would I do? How would I protect Dylan and his family?

Think, Freya. Think... Think...

I instantly cried when I chose what's best for me and Dylan. I immediately hugged Will. He gladly hugged me back. "No. I can't do that idea, Will. No, it's hard for me to do that. I almost gave everything I had to him. I gave him my love, my soul, my virginity... Please do not do that kind of thing, Will. Please don't let me do that..." I cried and cried. I can't do that to Dylan. I just can't. I really can't.

I felt the tight hug of Will as if he was protecting me from something or someone. He was trying to cope with me but he didn't triumph. I just continue crying. "Shh. That's enough, hija. It hurts to see you being like this. You're always hurting yourself." My cries started to be loud as he consoled me with all his can. He used to call me 'hija' when he saw me drowning from miseries and sufferings including my cries.

I shook my head. "But I can't stop crying, Will. That idea made me think twice. I am asking myself the thing that will protect Dylan from the problems I'm dealing with."

I felt him heaved out a sigh. "What kind of idea would cause you to cry, hija?" I can sense the father-like tone. That made me teary-eyed. He was really like a father to me.

I glared up to look at him, my face was wet with tears. "If I want him not to get involved in my problem..." I gulped and took a deep breath. "...maybe I should break up with him."