REVENGE: THE BILLIONAIRE HAS A BIG SECRET.

Chapter 3

DARCY

“Darcy!” The scream nearly shook the entire house. I stepped out of the kitchen. My eyes were swollen and my baby bump was getting too heavy to carry about.

“Kamila. What is it?” I asked, wearily.

“There are rocks in that thing you cooked. I nearly lost a tooth.”

I heaved, messaging my baby bump. “That's not possible. I was extra careful.”

“Oh, you are talking back now, right?” She made a surprise expression.

“Kamila, if you don't like it, don't eat it. Cook your own meal.”

Her eyes grew wider and her lips gaped in bewilderment.

‘What audacity’ was clearly written all over her face.

I turned around to head back into the kitchen. I heard Kamila storm towards me. I spun around. She slammed the plate of food right into my face.

“Ah!” I screamed, tripping backwards. The pepper seeped into my eyes and they burned. I turned sharply, My eyes shut. The kitchen door was right next to me but I couldn't tell. I sprang forward thinking the path was clear. I slammed imto the kitchen door.

I groaned, covering my face. There was a metallic taste in my mouth. My lips had been cracked. Kamila laughed at me.

“This ought to teach you a lesson. Next time Mistress, you think before you talk back to me.” She stormed out.

I stood in the middle of nowhere, too scared to move. My lips quivered and tears tried to force their way out.

My body trembled and my legs buckled underneath me. I felt sick and exhausted but I didn't dare to say anything. It's been a whole month since David engaged Kamila and she came to live here. Life has been hell after that. Funny enough, David always took her side, he never spared a moment to hear my version of the story.

I threw my hand around, guiding myself slowly to the kitchen to wash my face. I stood by the sink for a while, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

My face has shrunk in and my eyes had bags under them. My body paled too. Living here was killing me. But… at least I have David with me, right? It was worth enduring knowing that I was still in my marriage.

David did not return home early. Evening was approaching. I took clothes to the laundry room to wash them. Kamila walked in.

“What smells in here?” She pegged her nose and twisted her face in disgust.

I shut my eyes. My fist clenched and unclenched. I chose to ignore her.

“Can't you take that outside. I want to wash my clothes.”

I didn't spare her a glance. “I came here first.”

Kamila grabbed me by the hand. I glared at her.

“See. This is what I'm talking about. I asked politely as the woman of this house and you can't even do it.” She snapped, her grip tightening. Her nails dug into my hand. I winced in gain and pulled at her hand, trying to pry it open.

“Kamila, stop. You are hurting me!” I raised my voice alittle, fighting back the tears welding up in my eyes because of the pain.

“You need to be taught a lesson.” She said with her teeth gritted. “It seems you have forgotten your place here. You are a Mistress. A w***e. I am his woman. You do what I say, not the other way around.”

My hands trembled as I forced my hand in-between her fingers. The grip cut blood flow to my wrist leaving an excruciating pain running through me.

I had to make her let go. She was going to leave another scar on me.

“Kamila stop.”

“Beg me.” She bellowed. I looked at her, with my red eyes wet with tears. There was a pained look in on my face. My teeth was clenched. I was seething with anger and it was written all over me.

“Let go Kamila!” I yelled, swinging my hand so fast, she didn't see it coming. My palm collided with her face, the force slamming her into the washing machine.

Shock ran through me, like bolts of electricity. I froze on the spot, staring wide-eyed at her. My hand shivering. I didn't mean it. I didn't mean to hit her that bad.

Kamila screamed maniacly, forcing herself off the ground. My first instinct was to flee. I scurried fast through the open door. She pursued, yelling at me.

“Come back here you b***h. You will pay for this.”

I sprint into the passageway and made for the stairs. My fingers reached for the railing…. Kamila grabbed my hair, yanking me back.

“Ahh!!”

I held her hand immediately. Her yank tore my scalp and it felt like I was bleeding.

“Stop. Kamila, stop.”

I begged. Pulling her hand. Tears filled my ears. Every inch of my body hurt and she made it worse.

“It's time to understood who is the boss in this house.” She sneered.

My heart thumped against my chest, tears streaming over my face. My body shivered, the c***k on my lips bled out and my bruised scalp seeped pain into my frightened mind.

Fear curled around my lungs. Suddenly I felt like I would suffocate. I pulled harder. I didn't want her to hurt me again. This pain was unbearable. I just wanted to make it stop.

Out of impulse, I stepped back and stomped on her toes.

“Ah, f**k!” She wrenched in pain, letting go of me. I spun around immediately. My mind was completely lost in the thought of escaping to my room. I didn't expect what happened next.

Kamila spring, and swung her palm. It smashed against my face and I stumbled across the passageway, jamming into the rail of the stairs.

Unconsciously, I mis-stepped. I lost my footing and before I could think fast, my body was tumbling downthe flight of stairs. My head hit the ground first. I blacked out immediately.