His Broken Obsession

Game On

The whole hall turned silent, so silent that even the sound of a pin drop could be heard.

Then like water falling in scalding hot oil, the crowd exploded.

"W–what? Marguerite what are you saying? " An elderly voice rang from the group. More questions drowned it out.

"k********g?.... heiress of the Richardson family?"

"Crazy—the heiress, has gone crazy."

The murmurs rang across the hall, spite hidden in the questions like sharp swords searing Margarita's skin.

Her father eyebrows shot up in shock, but then it turned to anger. Taking a deep breath, he exchanged glances with her brother, who nodded.

"So it isn't about you being gay?" Her brother's words echoed through the hall, causing another stir.

"The heiress is gay?"

"That's impossible...right?"

"How? What about the master of the Richardson family."

"Wow she didn't look the part at all."

"Do you think she's the dominant one or...."

"What are you thinking? are you crazy? This is the heiress, she can't be gay!"

Marguerite knit her brows in irritation, this wasn't one of her brother's usual jokes, she knew he was trying to change the topic and it was working.

Ignoring the dark look on her father's face she brought the focus of the crowd back on track. " Yes, I kidn*pped a person and I've informed the police already."

"Marguerite!" Her father shot up in anger.

Alarm bells were ringing in her head, but she still pushed ahead, she knew what to do.

"It is the fiancee of the master of the Moreau family," she revealed, mustering every ounce of courage In her.

A sharp gasp echoed through the hall. Sudden understanding dawned on everyone there.

They had believed the heiress was calm despite hearing the news that the man she'd loved for years was getting married to another, but it was all a facade.

The heiress had gone ahead to do even worst, k********g the fiancée of the Richardson family was as good as playing with fire.

But even more confusing was the fact that she was telling them and involving the authorities.

Wasn't she supposed to keep this as a secret.

"The officers should be here anytime soon." as of heralding Margarita's words, the sound of a siren blared through the walls.

There were here.

Marguerite smiled in satisfaction, her father fuming in the background.

But he wouldn't do anything .

He couldn't. Not when she had said it for the whole family to hear.

That was the reason for all of this, her family wouldn't allow her sins to go unnoticed, after all they hated that a woman was the—to be head.

Her father walked up to her, his moustache trembling in the air, his cane wobbling unstably.

Then he raised his cane when he was just a few steps from her.

Subconsciously Closing her eyes, she stiffened while slightly bent over, expecting the pain.

This was little, compared to what they would suffer if she didn't take this step.

But when the pain didn't come, her eyelashes fluttered open.

Her father just stood there, silently staring at her his eyes filled with disappointment and...... heartache.

He didn't have the heart to hit her after all.

"Papa, I–"

"No! Don't call me that! I am not your father, if I was your father you wouldn't hide this from me."

Lowering her head at his words, she muttered meekly "Okay."

Wasn't it better? If her family cut ties with her, then public opinion wouldn't hit them too badly.

But it was like her words reignited his anger, his face grew red as struck his cane against the ground, the sound striking through her heart.

"... You–" pointing a finger at her, he couldn't get anymore words out, his chest rose and fell in quick motions.

Marguerite noticed he was hyperventilating and since she was closer to him, went to aid him but he pushed her away.

She stood there unsure of what to do as her brother and concerned relatives helped him. While the rest watched on.

They successfully calmed him down, but she didn't approach in fear that she might upset him again.

As they walked him to his room, she called out to her brother who was still standing there.

"Brother—"

But he cut her off. "What is it this time? Another ploy to get his attention? Can't you see it? He is never gonna love you, Adele, Never. So quit trying and hurting those around you."

" No, this....this isn't about that, this is different, just try to understand." She pleaded.

" I can't...I can't understand." He whispered, shaking his head before turning to walk away.

"... I'm sorry." Marguerite whimpered, her eyes teary.

'I'm sorry I have to do this,

.... if I don't, he'll do worse.'

In her last life, She couldn't fight him, all she could do was watch, watch as her whole world came crumbling down.

This time she wouldn't run away from her sins,

She'll face them with everything she had.

Even if it meant losing herself to atone,

As long as her family was safe.....

Her eyes reddened as she remembered how they lost everything because of her.

How generation of hard work was erased because of a

How they faded into obscurity, their life and death unknown.

Squeezing her eyes shut to hold the tears back, she took one last look at the

It was just unfortunate that kelvin—a member of her family, she later discovered to be his spy wasn't here.

He would find out from secondary channels anyway.

Wiping her tears, her lips curled into a mocking smile as She stared again at the painting on the wall, its twirls just like the knots in her heart. The murmurs around her gradually dying away.

............

Beyond the door a young man stood, his elegant fingers holding unto the knob, his eyes were hidden behind his bangs, but his entire body emitted stifling coldness.

Raising his head, his bangs shifted to the side revealing his grey irises and the confusion that riddled his flawless looking face.

His eyes seemed to bore a hole through the door. The crease on his forehead giving a glimpse to his scrambled thoughts.

His fingers gradually released the crumpled wedding card he held in his hand.

Hearing the loud footsteps of the security operatives coming from behind, He took one last look at the door before moving to the side, making way for them as they knocked before politely making their way in.

This was a major family in the country anyway and in this situation enforcing the law had to be flexible.

Soon they reappeared, the slender figure that was carved into his brain behind them.

She looked pale but....happy.

She was glad that she was going to jail?

He had felt incredibly angry at the first half of her announcement but now he didn't know what to feel.

Was this a joke to her?

He watched as her gaze fell on him, the satisfied light in her eyes slowly dying down to fear and......hate?

His heart twisted as he frowned,

Hate?

He has seen all manner of emotions in her eyes whenever she saw him.

Love,

Happiness,

Even hurt.

But never hate.

That was impossible.

Knitting his brows, he turned, his eyes following, as they lead her into the utility vehicle just outside the enormous house.

What happened? just in the short period of time that he didn't see her. It felt like she changed greatly.

Far more than he ever imagined.

It was like she became a different person overnight.

Drumming his fingers against the stiff crumbled paper in his hands he stared into the distance, the sound of the siren slowly fading.

As the vehicle disappeared from his sight, he looked into the quiet house, the door was still open, the occupants lifeless like the material in his hands.

He had no reason anymore for being here, the reason he came was already gone.

Staring at the damaged card in his hands, he chuckled lightly, the sound lowly yet sinister.

Why was he here anyway?

Cocking his head, his grey eyes, like a vortex pulling everything around it, stared at the horizon the sunlight blending with his irises.

"What game are you playing, Mag." He whispered.

The air around him turned thick with tension, the golden tint in his eyes making him look like a predator stalking his prey, As he walked away his broad shoulders melding with the light.

Whatever this game was, he was bound to figure it out.