As soon as those words ca out from Anastasia’s lips, she felt a sharp sting against her face that made her cheeks numb. Blood painted her lips, as she clenched her fist to endure the pain.
"You’re bound and kidnapped by , and you still dare to talk to like that?" He questioned, his hand on her chin and he forcefully lifted her face to look at him. "I can kill you right now if I wanted to!" He glared at her.
Instead of looking terrified, Anastasia smirked at him.
"The truth is always bitter and you can’t seem to digest it. I don’t even need to tell you anything because I’m sure you’ve seen how much my parents love each other, and gave birth to beautiful children as well. You’re only seething in anger because deep down, you know you’re incapable of giving my mother such a happy life!" Once again, Mr Wallace smacked Anastasia against the cheek.
Without warning, she spat her blood-coated saliva on his face and he recoiled on instinct.
Anastasia couldn’t tell if he only got more furious or his blood simply got darker because his face was just as red as a tomato.
"You made a very big mistake coming back here!"
As much as Anastasia was scared for her life because the lunatic of a father-in-law could fire bullets in her head, she couldn’t bring herself to picture it.
Her wrist twisted against the rope used to tie her hands. Thankfully they were tied behind her and since there was no one behind her, she could easily twist her hands free.
Unfortunately, the rope was too tight.
All of a sudden, there was a sudden bang, and her head whipped to the direction the sound ca from.
Then there was a familiar faint voice.
Anastasia tried to listen in as hard as she could, but the voice didn’t belong to the person she was expecting.
Instead, it belonged to soone else.
Mr Wallace stepped out and glared outside to find out what could be happening. Because his back was facing Anastasia, she couldn’t see his frightened face when he saw his son approaching him.
"Thomas!!" Xander called as he matched in, while the henchn with guns tried to stop him, but when Mr Wallace didn’t give them any signal to stop him, they gave up and went back to their positions.
Bruce was at the side, staring at Xander and wondering how he got to find out where they were.
There was just one of the buildings Mr Wallace had purchased in Radiantia as another one of his properties.
Bruce recalled now that Mr Wallace had inford Xander about it because he suggested if any day he had the ti, Xander could co over for them to hang out. Mr Wallace even went as far as giving Xander the address thinking Xander would surprise him one day with a visit. And he did.
"I’m your father. You should call father. It’s very rude to call by my na," said Mr Wallace, his face molding into a smile. "Are you here to hang out with ? We can talk. Ignore everything here, including her." He pointed to Anastasia who was looking more than shocked to find Xander there.
Xander made eye contact with her, his eyes trembling with a sort of emotion Anastasia couldn’t place a finger on.
anwhile, Xander still found it hard to believe the sa woman who’d died almost a year ago, ca back as soone else. And now...
"You need to let her go," Xander said. Faster than lightning, Mr Wallace’s smile faltered into sothing that creeped Xander out. "She had nothing to do with this."
"Oh, she very much does," Mr Wallace replied calmly, his grip tightening on the gun. "Everything happened because of her parents, and sohow, she always manages to escape death, not once but twice, or maybe even more." There was frustration evident in his tone.
As much as Anastasia didn’t want to enjoy the mont, she felt proud of herself.
She resud trying to untie herself. The rope was tight, but she started by twisting her wrist, enduring each tear it gave her skin until she finally got an opening.
"Where’s Samantha?" Bruce said, intervening.
"She’s in the car," Xander lied.
"Isn’t that wonderful?"
"I will ask soone to get you so drink so we can talk about things," said Mr Wallace, about to call soone over but Xander stopped him.
"I didn’t co here to talk or drink anything with you. I’m simply asking you to let Anastasia go," he said with so much venom in his tone, eyes glaring at Mr Wallace.
The father cocked up an eyebrow at him.
"You killed Anabella for your selfish reasons—"
"I told you I didn’t kill anyone!" Mr Wallace interrupted, rage evident in his gaze as he glared at Xander, but then they softened almost imdiately.
Anastasia only listened to their conversation while subtly loosening the rope tied around her hands. When she felt her hands-free, she held the joy that rose in her heart. She kept her hand behind her, pretending to be tied together.
"Let’s just have a good father and son conversation now, don’t you think—-" Mr Wallace was interrupted when there was an explosion at the front gate. It was so loud and unsudden it caused everyone’s heart to jump in fear.
Anastasia took the opportunity and jumped up from the seat she’d been tied to and ran towards the opposite side.
When Mr Wallace heard the sound of firing bullets, he ordered so n, "He’s here. Grab that woman and—" He paused when he found the seat Anastasia was tied to empty. He gritted his teeth out of anger and ordered. "Look for her, and when you do, shoot her down!"
Xander froze.
"Xander, follow . If Xavier sees us, he’ll kill us."
"I’m not going anywhere."
"Don’t tell you think Xavier would forgive you for everything you’d done to Anastasia." Mr Wallace’s eyes shifted to the bruises on Xander’s face. "I bet he was the one who did that to you."
"Yes, he was the one. And I’m glad he did because now that I’m finally back to my senses, I want to be the one who kills you myself." Xander pointed a weapon at his father.
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