THREATENED
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CHAPTER 11: THREATENED
“Why did you do that.” Gustav’s face darkened.
“Stop it, you’re hurting me!” Samantha trembled under his gaze.
“Where did you f*****g get that ring, Ms. Montreal?” The way he asked shoots shiver on her spine.
Samantha paled.
“G—Gustav—”
“Answer me! Damn it!”
Samantha had never seen him mad. Not even once, but today is an exemption. But how is she going to admit that this ring was stolen? Gustav would really kill her. He wouldn’t hesitate to do so, and the mere thought made her scared.
“P—please...” Her lips quivered. “I—I don’t know, it just...p—please, we can talk about it—”
“And what nonsense are you spouting?” Gustav glared at her.
“W—what do you mean?” Beads od sweat trailed on her forehead.
Cold sweats that only made her terrified. Samantha had long admired Gustavio Salvador, but she is no fool as well about how capable he is of things that many are naive of. It might have been an obsession. Heiress of the Montreal group allowed her to have everything that she asked for, and Gustav isn’t a petting thing she could gain from her power. He is more powerful, and authority doesn’t always mean clean records.
“I am not f*****g marrying you, Samantha.” His eyes are deadly.
His jaw are clenched as if he was just trying to stop himself from hurting her. But the only difference was—Samantha isn’t most like girls. She isn’t like Italia Mercedes, who runaway, when she had the chance. Samantha remain as Gustav bedded women in hope that one day he would appreciate and now that she have already infiltrated his mansion, Samantha wouldn’t let anything get in her way.
“B—But I didn’t say anything about marriage.” She trailed off. “It isn’t my fault that people decided to assume things, Gustav.”
Always the one who admired him from the shadow. She could get any man, but there’s just something on this Salvador that keeps pulling her until she found herself drown. Infatuation that keeps her at bay until she followed news and threatened every woman. However, what Samantha couldn’t understand is how she failed to get her hands to warn Italia Mercedes.
Gustavio’s ex-fiancé. The runaway bride to be, but she won’t let that happen anymore.
“Besides, I only found this ring—” Her c***k eyes turned softer. She was lying between her teeth, unaware, blinded by the admiration she have for the older male. “If you wanted you can take it back—”
“No.” His voice is darker. “I don’t take anything that I consider trash already, Ms. Montreal.”
“W—what?” Her eyes widened
Trash. A f*****g trash!
“Trash?” Samantha’s eyes took course. The softness disappeared already. The cruelty she had tried to hide resurface. “You call me a trash, when I can order my men anything that I wanted? I am powerful—”
“More than I?” Gustav’s chuckle was empty of humour. “You don’t know what I am capable of, but don’t worry—” He meets her eye. “My threats are all empty unless you act on it, Samantha.”
With that said, Gustav turned his back.
He was on his heels, leaving Samantha dumbstruck and was glued on her feet.
“Ha!” When she recovered, her wrath was evidently plastered on her face.
Her anger made her face reddened. Shrieking out of madness, Samantha grab the glass engraver and throw it across the wall with so much force.
CRACK.
It cracks into fragments, leaving a few pieces to lay on the floor scattered.
“I f*****g hate you!” Her breathing is laboured
Her emotions are getting the better out of her. She was so mad, and each employee on her department who could hear the noise daren’t say anything. They did not even dare to knock on her door.
“Did you know what happened?” A curious one asked.
“Well, Ms. Montreal may be suffering on what we called a heartbreak.” One shrugged her shoulder.
“From whom?”
But he didn’t need to ask.
At that instant, the great Gustavio Enriquez Salvador walked out of Samantha’s door with a dark expression.
“G—good evening, Sir!”
But he never glance on them, not even once until he was already gone of their sight.
The two look at each other as if they could understand already what was happening.
“A Salvador happens.” They said in unison, but they weren’t surprise either way.
Samantha had never failed to express how much she had been obsess with him.
RING.
Enrage, when she picked the call, Samantha did not bother to look at the caller.
“What?!” She yelled out of frustration as the words echoed.
‘I am not going to marry you.’
That made her clenched her jaw. Her annoyance doubled, when the one on the line did not utter a word, but she cold hear them breathing.
She pursed her lips.
“Are you f*****g with me?!” She cursed aloud. “I am not in the mood to play with you, so go f**k yourself—!!”
“Even if it is me, my dear?” A male voice chuckled. “But I do guess I came on the wrong time.”
“U—uncle Fred?” She couldn’t go wrong.
“Oh, I thought you have forgotten me.” The old man pretended as if he was hurt.
“I didn’t, I’m just stress out.” She rubs her temples. “But how can I forget my favourite uncle?”
“Really?” Fredo Montreal chuckled, pleas.
“But it’s quite been long.” Samantha did not beat around the bush. “Why are you here? Did something happen?” She added with a frown.
“Nothing, but I saw the news, and I thought that I might simply have you a gift.” Fredo seems gratified for whatever it is.
“A gift?” Samantha raised her eyebrows.
A gift for what? A fake relationship she had been boosting for months? That made her head irked, but she decided to compose herself. Anger won’t do anything good for her.
“Yes, my dear.” Fredo grins. “And I am sure you will like it.”
“What it is?”
“More like a who.” Fredo locked his tongue. in utter anticipation. “Guess, my dear.”
“Who is it? What did you do this time, uncle—”
But her words has been soon cut off with a shrieked. On the other line, she could hear loud noise and screaming. Her chest thumps.
“Uncle?” Samantha called. “Are you alright—”
“I am, but since you couldn’t guess who it is, let me introduce you to her.”
The phone let out a few static, before a soft voice murmured a small, “Hello.”
Hearing the tone and the familiarity on it, her eyes widened. How can she had gotten herself wrong?
“State your name.” Fredo ordered harshly.
“M—my name is Italia...n—no, please help me, I was kidn*pped—!”
THUD.
Samantha heard a few whimper.
“b***h!”
Before the line was cut off.
Frozen, she still couldn’t believe it. In disbelief before her anger has been replaced by fear. Not for herself, but for her uncle who sealed his fate already.
She’s no fool that Italia’s under a Salvador’s power, and all hell would break loose when they had gotten know what Fredo Montreal has been doing with their little Mercedes.
“Fuck.”
And soon her name and family would be f**k up.
@cycy
- Writer
