Chapter 9: 9. Duke Grand.
As a businesswoman, of course I've had to go through different kinds of etings, and discuss different kinds of things and sign different kinds of contracts. I've always prepared myself to be able to negotiate and co to a favorable deal in any situation and any circumstance.
However, this is sothing totally different. No amount of preparation or training could have prepared
for this sort of thing.
"W_what?"
"Think about it, Pagne," P_pagne? No one calls
that. Why is he calling
that when we don't even know each other.
"What's the point of dying? That's just being a coward. If you die, nothing changes. Nothing at all. They won't feel more or less guilty about what they have done. Instead it's one headache out of their way. They will thrive over your death and will only grow stronger, richer and happier than they already are."
When he says it like that, it hurts. It hurts because when you think about it deeply, he is right. Even now, they are probably laughing at . I still rember the look on my aunt's face as the will was read, and the look on Alicia's face as she clung to my naked husband... ex-husband.
They are the ones who did
wrong, why am I the one who feels pathetic? Why am I the one who should be called a coward when they are the ones who hurt
even though I have never done any wrong to them?
"So," He moves from the foot of the bed and slowly walks till he's standing right beside ... this handso stranger.
"Instead of choosing death cloaked by the delusion of you being reincarnated," he leans closer to
and I can do nothing but stare in his eyes as he says, "choose revenge."
When he says the word like that, he makes it sound like sothing sweet.
He makes the word revenge sound like a cake baked by a renowned chef. The kind that a person would do and pay anything to get. Revenge suddenly sounds palatable.
But do I really want that? "I_ I don't think I want revenge." I say and he frowns. He suddenly sits himself down on the bed, causing
to shift back a little. This strange man has no sense of personal space at all.
"Trust
when I say, revenge tastes good when you have the resources to carry it out."
"Taste?"
"Yeah, it gets to a point where you can taste it."
"Have you ever tasted it?" I ask.
He smirks, devilishly... "Many tis."
"A_and what does it taste like?" Why am I indulging him? I don't even know him. So why? I don't even want revenge. O_or do I?
At that mont, his tongue slips out from between his lips, long and wet... And it moves over his upper lip slowly as though he had so milk stuck there and was licking it off like a cat... A big cat.
What is this? This feeling in my stomach? Like insects crawling inside .
"Delicious." He purrs into the air like a cat. A_are we still talking about revenge?
"Mhm!" I clear my throat out loud and shift further from him. Slowly backing away until my back touches the head of the bed. This man is dangerous, I don't know why but I just feel that way.
"L_like you said, revenge is only accomplishable when you have the resources. And like I've been saying since last night, I already lost everything I have. I can't take any sort of revenge."
"That is why I asked you to marry ." How does marrying him help my revenge? "I can give you what you need. Revenge over your cheating husband, your cunning cousin, your wicked aunt and the entire Gold group. I can give you just that. So marry ."
"But—"
"I have the resources you need."
"Still you—"
"Rather than escape like a coward, I can give you the power and resources to carry out your revenge. The only condition is―marry ."
He keeps saying 'marry ' but, "Who are you? I_ I don't even know your na."
"Oh," He says and rises to his feet. "My bad." He straightens up his shirt and stretches forth his hand to , "Duke," he says and I raise an eyebrow, "Duke Grand, pleased to make your acquaintance."
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