*Seraphine*
If I had been told that one day, I wouldn't amount to anything. That I would be as desperate and discarded as one of the beggars in the busy streets of NYC, then I would've never believed…
That was until now…
Until now that I could do nothing but watch as my mother and my ex fiance practically devoured themselves right in front of me.
They kissed like there was no one else in the room besides them, embarrassing me even further than they already have.
As if to further hurt me, Lucian hoisted my mother up, and she— a slut— immediately wrapped her legs around his thin waist. The moaning sounds that came next destroyed me more than everything they've done so far, and it wasn't until the tears were pouring down my face in torrents and I was shaking violently that I realized that Adrian and the bodyguards were nowhere to be found.
They'd left. So this show, this show of love between these two was only for my eyes to see.
I was snapped back to the present when my mother's high pitched scream seeped into my ear, followed by the sounds of skin slapping against skin, and tearing my eyes away from the floor, I looked up at them and froze when I noticed that Lucian's pants were now on the floor, pooled around his ankles while he drove his entire dick into my mother spread out legs.
My throat instantly went dry at the sight before me and my heart, already failing, began to beat so loudly, I almost passed out.
The words left my lips before I could stop them, and I found myself yelling; "What the fuck?" at both of them before I knew what I had done.
At the sound of my voice, Lucian stopped to eye me, a flicker of amusement crossing his gaze before he turned away. He lowered his voice to whisper something to my mother but for some reason, I had heard it.
He said; "I even forgot that she was here."
"Yeah, me too!" Mother replied sassily before bending down to pick up her discarded skirt. And then she walked out of the room with the same arrogance as she had used in coming in.
Tears once again pooled in my eyes when Lucian, after my mother had left, walked up to me. His eyes held nothing but iciness as he forced me to my feet. He snarled;
"You don't deserve this."
I didn't know what to feel after hearing him say that. And for a moment, I almost felt better… yes, better, that was until he glanced away from me. His voice devoid of any emotion as he continued;
"But I love your mother. Very much. You don't deserve this but she deserves the world. Okay?"
And with that he walked away, that is after reminding me of the worthless scum that I was, while Adrian returned.
But at this point, I didn't want to see anyone any more. I didn't want to talk to him or hear what he had to say to me. I didn't want to feel either. I simply wanted to be left alone.
My legs felt weak so I fell to the floor. But I didn't feel the pain I'd expected to feel because the one in my chest was far greater. Far stronger. Far more painful.
A wretched sob wracked from the depths of my heart. So loud, so raw.. so pained. Adrian glanced away.
"I could have made them employ you." He offered in mock concern. "You could've probably been the new maid of the house… but that's impossible now, since you've drunk from that coffee earlier. I tried to stop you though, you just weren't paying attention to me, the way you always never do."
It took a moment for me to process his words and when I finally did, my heart raced. Droplets of the said coffee still dripped from the spill on the table I'd caused several minutes ago, and it wasn't until now that I noticed that besides the pain in my chest and every other part of my body, there was another one far more painful in my stomach.
I didn't notice it earlier due to how hurt I had been… how distracted. But now, it was almost impossible to ignore. I cried out.
I winced, looking up at him desperately. "W-what do you mean?"
"Lucian knows you'll try to cause trouble so he made sure to eliminate you. And he succeeded." He said slowly, menacingly. "He made me add slow poison to your coffee."
His words made a chill run up my spine, my body shook with pain and fear… so much fear. I cried; "…please help me."
But he didn't move. He didn't even do so much as blink his eyes. I tried to scramble to my feet but my legs had gone numb. Even my knees felt like jello—whooshy, rubbery, unable to carry my weight anymore.
And so panic set in.
"Please, help me Adrian, I've been nothing but kind to you. I'd never let anyt—"
"I know you were kind. You were sweet too, too sweet even. But it's a shame that your mother wants what you have. And I'd die before I'd let my own blood down." He sneered, and with that, walked out of the room, leaving me panting for air and breaking out in cold sweat.
In another desperate attempt to stand up, I accidentally swiped my arm over the table's surface, causing the novel I was reading earlier to fall straight at me. The hardcover slammed at my ribs, momentarily knocking the air out of me.
Until there was no more air.
No more light. No more pain.
Oh God, if there's something like a second chance at life, then I wanted to experience it. I wanted to return, to hurt them like they had hurt me… to get back all that had been stolen from me.
To finish this…
My body felt like it was levitating. The pain gnawing at my intestines came to a stuttering stop.
A strange sense of peace suddenly overcame me and then I whipped my eyes open.
But shockingly, I was no longer in my office. There was no Adrian or Lucian and my mother, or any trace of the coffee or the large novel from earlier. There was no pain either. No uncontrollable weakness. Just a serenity that I found strange.
I looked up and gasped. I was on the floor… a different one entirely, with a crowd of strange looking people gathered around me.
Someone noticed my eyes fluttering open and pointed it out, screaming wildly as he sneered; "She's awake! The murderer is awake! Seize her!"
At first, I wasn't sure I had heard correctly. I was still so stunned. Still so half-dead… but I could still make out the words that'd been said.
And hell, I was not a murderer! If anything, I had just escaped getting murdered.
However, before I could point this out, two pairs of hands seized me from both sides and I was roughly forced to my feet.
My breath hitched in my chest when just as I stood up, I came face to face with the bluest iciest eyes to ever exist.
The owner hissed; "Hey, whore! Cat got your tongue?"
But I didn't answer right away. I couldn't. Not when all I felt at the moment was anger— intense anger.
Before I could make sense of what I was doing, I drew myself to my full height and smacked the handsome daredevil across his face, and with a voice so cold, I was shocked it came from me, I snarled;
"Who the fuck did you just call a whore?"
The crowd gasped.