Filed to story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
There was silence as she tried to digest the information he just fed.
“Then you deserve it,” Her once cheerful tone was gone, “Sorry, but I’m not a fan of cheating spouses,” Maggie didn’t sugarcoat her words.
What brought on the sudden change in her attitude towards him? Andrew wondered until he recalled, Fernandez. Yep, that man did a number on her. Such a fine lady.
“The scars serve as a reminder to the man I once was and I’m grateful for that – it saved me,” Andrew walked over to her till they were standing face to face, he muttered, “You’re a beautiful lady and I hope you never fall for jerks ever again,”
Maggie looked up at him in surprise and was just about to tell him that she would remain single forever when he cut her off.
“Go and prepare to leave. Once I’m done, you’re done else you’re on your own,”
Jerk! He was giving her time limits now, huh. She had an inkling this was vengeance for what he claimed she did to him last night. What in the world even happened? What did she do to him?
At once, she left the room in a rush just as he announced, “You are never touching cannabis, ever again,”
“We’d see!” She left.
She was beginning to get comfortable with this stranger, Maggie realized during the drive to go meet her patron. He made her comfortable, nor was his stare accusing, even though she killed someone. She was afraid to say he understood her.
Perhaps, it was because he was no righteous than she made her relax, like he could relate with her or something. But beyond that, he treated her well to the point of being caring – something Fernandez never did for her.
Maggie’s face turned sour when she remembered that name. She wished she could turn back the hands of the clock to that time when they never met. With that kind of power, she would make sure they never cross paths in their second encounter. Fernandez was her nemesis; the nemesis that ruined her. She fell from the top to the bottom, Crashing with a thud. No, she doesn’t regret killing him one bit. Perhaps, he can ask for forgiveness from her daughter he sent to the land of no return. The only problem was that he would be in hell and her daughter in heaven.
“That doesn’t look like the face of a woman who just regained her freedom,”
Maggie smiled bitterly, “This isn’t freedom. Like a caged bird, I might be out, but my soul isn’t…” she touched her chest, “It’s embedded deep inside. The scars. These ones never fade away,”
Andrew didn’t say anything after that confession but one could see how tight he held the wheel. He wished he had been the one to end that asshole that night but he couldn’t go against Sakuzi’s order. Not unless he wanted a death sentence. He just hoped she healed one day. She doesn’t deserve the torments.
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“She’s coming, right?” Cecil asked her husband for the umpteenth time without knowing it.
“Yes, she’s coming, and please, calm down,” Emerald added, “For?the baby,”
All that mattered for him was the safety of his family, the others could go to hell as long as he cares. The only reason he had gone to such length to save that woman was because of his wife. For some reason, Camille has invested everything in that woman named Maggie – including her emotions.
Emerald didn’t dare to recall how Cecil had almost collapsed when she heard Maggie had been attacked. Lucky for him, he had foreseen the attack and placed safety measures else he wondered what would have happened.
Emerald knew why she was this way. Cecil was guilty; she saw herself in Maggie. Knowing she -Cecil-?would have probably been the one in her -Maggie- shoes if things had worked out between her and Fernandez. Who knows, Cecil might as well wonder if Fernandez would have changed if they remained together. But that possibility was bleak. The first scenario was much more feasible because the truth was that Fernandez was a greedy, selfish bastard.
Emerald wondered what she would do if he ever confessed he was responsible for Fernandez’s death. Would Cecil understand that it had to be done for her protection? Would she understand that it was for the greater good? Would she realize that everyone was much happier with Fernandez gone? Would she realize that they saved countless other lives – girls that could have ended up like her dear Maggie. Would she realize they eradicated the greater evil?
Or would she go ahead to judge him? Would she look at him with disgust and see the scar on his face as the monster he is? Would she yell and hate him? Would she leave him? Would the family he barely brought together separate? Would he have to fight over the custody of the child with her? Would he end threading in the paths of Fernandez?
No, this secret was not going to be out. Some things were better left hidden and this was one of them. He would take the secret to the grave and Maggie knows better than to go whining her mouth.
“Oh right,” Cecil finally realized she was so worked up. If it wasn’t for Emerald’s constant reminder and morning sickness, she sometimes forgets she’s bearing a new life.
Well, she had to be calm, for the sake of her family. Maggie was fine and that was all that mattered. Now, all that was left was to deal with Lucinda. The woman had dared to threaten her life and her family. She would pay for that and Cecil knew the best way. Fernandez’s mother loved money, what happens when she has none? Not even a little to hire assassins?
Which is why Pedro would claim his rightful place as Fernandez’s heir – it was his root anyway. Lucinda would think she’s winning until her power, authority, and pride is cut off. The whole of it. Violence doesn’t always have to be the answer. Sometimes, you just have to play smart and finally, checkmate.
Meanwhile…
Maggie began to question if she was really safe when Andrew began to drive through a secluded road for a long time now. There was only thick vegetation on both sides of the road and she began to have second thoughts. She had watched a lot of movies and this was the perfect spot to end someone.
Although her patron had warned that he would spare her if she shut her mouth, what if he changed her mind? What if Andrew had simply rescued her so she doesn’t spill the truth to the police. What if Andrew’s modest action so far was to lower her guard so he could end her easily?
“Oh God,” Maggie shivered, everything dawning on her. This was not freedom but death. Andrew had been lying to her.
At once, she spared a look at Andrew and realizing his focus was on the road, slowly reached for the door. Immediately, she pushed open the door, it was snapped shut with unbelievable fast reflexes. Shock sprawled across her face just as her head whipped around to connect with Andrew’s darkened ones.
“What the hell are you thinking -!”
No seconds spared, Maggie punched Andrew right in the face without thoughts of the fact that they might crash. But as she premeditated, Andrew was an experienced driver, managing to pull over just before they rammed into a tree.
Taking advantage of that distraction, Maggie removed the seat belt and got out of the car. She fled into the woods with no idea where she was or heading. All she knew, she had to get away from that man.
Occasionally, she tripped over roots and small shrubs, spraining her left ankle but Maggie didn’t give up. She knew Andrew was hot on the chase even though she couldn’t hear his footsteps except the pounding of her heart.
All the air was knocked out of her lungs when something crashed into her from the side. No, it wasn’t something, but someone, it was Andrew! Oh no. Her heart began to pound faster than before, she was dead.
“Let me go!” She yelled, struggling fiercely with Andrew who pinned her to the ground with his body. Although the man was lean, his weight right now felt like an entire mountain was pressing down on her.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” He yelled back at her.
She tried to hit him on the face but he grabbed her hands and held them above her head. Thus, he incapacitated her.
“Jesus, what the fuck is going on with you?!”
“I know you’re going to kill me!” She retorted.
“What?!” He was stunned.
And there, that hesitation cost him. She managed to slip out of his hold and punched him right in the face again. However, Andrew, as firm as a rock, refused to budge. But then, he was angry. Real angry.
“What is your fucking problem?!” He roared at her face, veins bulging from his neck.
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