THE BOSS
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CHAPTER 36: THE BOSS
Yna thought she could escape. She was prepared to run only to hear some shouts. The commotion, the trouble caused by Jake and Van seems to ceased, when they realize something that was wrong. Their hostage has been missing.
“f**k! Search for her!”
“Boss will really kill us!”
Her eyes widened.
Yna quickly hide herself from the piles. She was fast that she manage to deceive those men who are trying to pursue her. Their faces suggested that once she’d been caught by them, there wouldn’t be any escape.
On the other hand,
You were nothing more than a payment.
The words repeated over and over again inside her head. For most time, Russia would have ignored it, but raking her head, thinking that it came from the man she both hated feels like every words, the letter he speak of were knives penetrating her core. It hurts badly than she least expected to.
Russia’s jaw clenched.
“A payment, huh?” Her voice breaks.
Her eyes slowly watered no matter how much she tried to stopped the brimming emotions that was crawling, peeling off the mask she wore earlier. Her walls crumbled as the tears cascade down, staining her cheeks.
“I f*****g h—hate you, asshole!” She sobs, burying her face on her palms.
Behind closed doors, this is whom Russia Cuangco – Fuentabella was. A meek girl far from the bold eldest, a damsel, although many had known her to be fearless. She was nothing. She speaks no different than most women, but she couldn’t be herself affront. To hold her ground, she must deceive them. However, Russia knew better that it was her who was deceiving her own self.
She should hate him. She was supposed to cursed Lorenzo Javier Fuentabella, but why does it was the opposite? His presence she seek she couldn’t comprehend, and the mere glimpse of his face that has been selfishly taken away from Russia. Had he really not care for her?
She bitterly smile.
“Of course, he did not care about me.” She chuckled between her cries. “What a fool.”
He only married her just so her parents wouldn’t run away until they could pay the debt to Lorenzo. A hundred million dollars in exchange of her freedom.
Their marriage….it was just a big joke, a big lie. One of the biggest mistake, yet she felt no regret.
Russia slowly closed her eyes. Momentarily, she was reminded of that day.
“That fool.” Russia wiped her tears, which continuously running non-stop from her eyes.
She was smiling, but at the same time shedding the pain she had gotten used to hide, while she wore that mask.
“Yes, you are a fool.” A voice joined her memento.
“I know.” She responded bitterly, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe it, when she felt herself stopped.
She frowns, when she realized something.
Is she supposed to have a company in her room? Much worst, the fact that it sounded as if it belongs to a man made her stomach reeled, and churned. And that’s when her senses alerted Russia that she isn’t alone…anymore.
“What—”
“Try to scream or I’ll slice you up open, Miss Cuangco.” And there it was, somebody stood behind Russia and place something sharp to which she could feel across her neck.
“W—who are you?” Fear crept on her chest, but she did not let it get the better out of her.
“It would be better if you shut up—”
“Much better than this?”
“What—”
But the man who had been holding Russia didn’t have the chance to finish his words.
One forceful jab from her elbow earned a groan from the latter. Once his hold loosened, Russia in a circular motion twisted her hands reach down and grab him by the collar.
She didn’t know whatever may have posses her, but she found herself—her fists clutter on his face and she put a hole in his stomach.
“F—f**k!” The male cries.
The pain made him twitched.
“Y—you b***h!”
She could see his eyes and make sure to meet them. Russia could envisioned rage, but it faltered. Oh how wrong whoever sent the man to do deeds—unimaginable things to Mrs. Fuentabella as she isn’t a Cuangco for nothing. The eldest, who know how to defend herself, and not hide behind the shadow of the husband who remain a mystery to her.
“I am a b***h?” Deadly, her lips curled up.
Russia do not clearly take pleasure on inflicting something like this to somebody, but right now, filled with frustration about Lorenzo and everything—the beast in her was uncontrolled. She was beyond into being the meek wife locked on his mansion.
“You should have done your research before boldly entering my room, bastard.” She gritted her teeth.
And this time, she can smell how scared he is. It pours out of him. It reaches up and stuffs itself into her nose.
“Adiós.” Her eyes flashed in a dangerous shade of red.
The precipice, a brink Russia was dragged. Perhaps, she isn’t as sweet as many had known her to be. She grab ahold of his neck, when suddenly his fearful expression turned indifferent.
“Goodbye, really?” The man chuckled. “It should be goodnight, Mrs. Fuentabella.”
“What—”
And how wrong Russia was to expect that the man was working alone.
It happened too fast. Before she could react, she found her eyesight becoming blurry, her limbs numb, and her entire being was paralyzed from whatever d**g they had injected to her.
Russia gasped.
“N—no—” She stammered.
She tried to maintain her composure, but she couldn’t.
Her lips quivered.
“W—what did you do to me….”
“Just something that could calm you down, Russia.”
With that said, darkness invaded her sight, and so was she was lost on an abysmal blackness, trapped and caged towards the den that envelope her entirely. Thus far, before she lost her consciousness, Russia uttered the name of the man she must hate no matter what it takes.
‘Lorenzo.’
“Oh god! Oh god!” Ashley’s heart was pounding.
It was drumming across her ribcage and on her ears.
The elevator arrived on the 20th floor, and she scrambled on her feet as soon as the doors slide open, stumbling once—simultaneously, but fortunately not sprawling onto the immaculate tiled floor as she race for the wide glass doors.
Pushing it open, the 20 year old woman was welcomed by the cold atmosphere caused by the AC that was blowing air on each corner of the room.
“M—Mr. Montessano!” She shuddered.
Ashley gulps. She straightened herself upon seeing his swivel chair that was currently facing the large transparent window that was set in display on this entire floor.
She couldn’t see his expression, but she knew better how he would react.
“What is it?” The voice he own echoed across.
It was deep, a baritone voice, but stoic and empty of every emotion, although she could tell whether he approved of something or disagree greatly at whatever the news she would bring on his floor.
“W—we have a visitor!” She said, bringing closer her arms to embraced herself. “Somebody wanted to join our auction, S—sir!”
“Somebody, huh?” The man chuckled, although it has no humor on it. “And their valuable item would be?”
“I—it’s more like somebody, Sir!” Ashley squeak as she scratched her face, an old habit she had gotten used to.
“Who is it?” That seems to peek the male’s curiosity. “Do I know him?”
“It’s her.” Ashley responded. “The Capo’s wife, Russia Cuangco – Fuentabella.”
“Oh fuck.”
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