REVENGE OF THE HEIRESS

CHAPTER2

ANASTASIA

I left the premises of his house, but I couldn't bring myself to go home, knowing that my Stepmom was a part of the plan all along.

I could barely hold my phone without shaking. I needed to speak to someone and there was only one person I had in mind.

I placed the phone on my ear, as I struggled to control the tears that were falling nonstop from my eyes.

It was becoming hard to steady my breath as I waited for an answer.

My heart was completely shattered. I didn't know what hurt more. Betrayal from my soon-to-be husband, my sister or the woman who I thought of as my mother for so many years.

The image of them together in that bed was constantly replaying in my head. How could they do that?

‘Anastasia?’ I heard Anna's voice above my sobs. The sound of her voice made me break down once more.

Anna had been the only other close person I had in my life. Everyone else was gone so I ended up calling her because I needed someone to talk to. She was my best friend.

‘Anna…they are all liars, they only used me,” I said, my voice cracking.

“What's wrong?” I could hear her worried tone over the phone.

I tried to control my sobs but it was getting too difficult.

“Did something happen? Did your dress get ruined? Any problem with the location? Tomorrow is your wedding, why are you crying so much? Tell me..”

“I found her… in bed with Lucas.” I finally said, after what seemed to be a struggle.

“Liana?” she asked, her voice displaying both disgust and disappointment.

“I opened the door and of all the things to see, there she was, with him, laughing and…”

I could not finish the sentence. The vomit in my throat was nauseating, but it was more than sickness. It was all the pain and I was feeling rage.

“That backstabber,” Anna cussed through the phone.

“Anastasia, I always suspected her but you always see the good in people. This is just too much. Are you alright? Where are you? I’ll get there in a minute.”

“I…” I tried to speak, brushing my lashes with my fingers and breaking the hold of tears.

“I’m fine, just… just wanted someone to speak with. I just feel… so… ashamed. I feel like I am stupid because my mom was part of the plan all along. All they wanted was my money, then he would divorce me and get with my sister.”

“Hell no, this is so messed up,” she added. “Ana, listen to me,” she said in a hard voice.

“Do not just sit there, permitting him to do this and get away with it. I think you should get your revenge.” She suggested.

“Revenge? H…how in the world am I supposed to do that?”

“You know, Lucas has always had this thing going on with his uncle. If I recall correctly, he despises him. Am I correct?”

“Yeah?”

“So get with his uncle,” she finally said. I was too shocked to keep on crying.

“His uncle?” I repeated as if I had not just been in too much pain.

Lucas had always been at war with his uncle and had taken the blame for everything that he felt had gone wrong in his life.

But it was not just that. I remembered about five years ago how his uncle used to look at me with so much interest during office meetings.

"You see, Ana," Anna's tone grew playful,

"Remember his uncle was the first one to notice you, right? After all, he has wanted you ever since."

What Anna was suggesting was ridiculous, thoughtless and completely out of character.

But this evening, I wasn't in my right mind. “No,” I replied in a whisper. ‘I… I couldn’t.’

"You have that potential," she calmly urged me. "Lucas should know how it feels to get hurt in a relationship. You should just stand there and cry, show him that he can't just do that to you.

He already has eyes for you so it would be easy. Isn't it obvious?”

As much as it sounded stupid, the idea Anna brought forward seemed to be the only thing which got close to what Lucas had done to me.

If he intends to use Liana against me, then I would make him wish he had not.

I inhaled deeply, biting my lip to restrain the impulse of the moment. “Yes… I guess you are right.”

I ended the call, my fingers unsteady as I hurried away from where I had stood for the phone call.

I got back to where I had packed my car and got it. I had been to his house five years ago so I still remembered the exact location.

The drive was fast and in no time, I stopped before a tall structure.

I got out of the car, my hands shaking as I approached the entrance.

Raising my hand and positioning it above the entrance, I shut my eyes tight, trying to determine if I was ready because I knew once I knocked, there would be no turning back.

I didn’t realise when I rang the doorbell until I heard footsteps and then the door was pulled open. And there he was, Julian Santiago, Lucas' uncle.

He was shocked to see me, his lips parted and I knew he was about to say something, so I leaned in and ducked his lips, seizing any chances of him getting those words out.

We kissed for about a minute, two or more, before he detached himself and looked into my eyes with raw desire.

“Anastasia…” he called, searching for something in my eyes. “Do you have any idea of what you just did?”

I calmed myself and spoke. “Yes and don’t you pretend like you haven’t been expecting this,” I said, my eyes daring as they locked on his unwrapping stare. “It’s been five years, Julian. I know you remember.”

“Go home, you are not in the right state of mind.”

I ignored his words and made my way towards him again, but this time, he was fast enough.

He held my hands, and his gaze fell on my lips. “You need to be careful. I must warn you that I am no gentleman and I have fantasised doing a lot of things to you in my bed.”

“So what’s stopping you from carrying them out?” I cheesed but his expression remained rigid.

“You belong to my nephew.”

Anger flicked over me, “I belong to no one! I want you to f**k me.”

He swallowed hard, trying to put his self control in check but it was just too difficult. “If I start, there’s no stopping, Ann.”

“Go on, I wouldn’t want you to stop either,” I whispered, feeling braver than I thought I was. “Just… f**k me.”

Without wasting any time, he roughly grabbed me and I was locked in his embrace.

He carried me into his room, taking possession of my body. His hands and lips were all over me filling every shattered part of me with voidness.

Soon, after rounds of hot s*x, it finally came to an end and I went into a peaceful slumber afterwards without even realising it. But it didn’t last.

**

Waking up to a searing migraine is bad but seeing your ex boyfriend’s uncle lying naked next to you, is a different kind of bad.

I placed my hand on the side of my head, trying to hold in the pain as images of last night came flooding in.

What had I done? Why did I do this? I didn't know why but I began to regret my actions.

I slipped from the bed, quietly, as I tried to gather all of my things without waking him up.

I didn't know what to say to his face when I would see him again but what I knew now

was that I didn’t want him to wake up and find me in his room. I moved with stealth until I left his house without looking back.