Sia veered around, facing Silas who wore a proud smile on his face.
“What are you doing here?” She asked.
Silas broke into strides and sat on the seat next to Sia. His dirty smile never straying from his lips. Estrella fumbled with Sia’s robe.
Seeing Silas makes her feel uncomfortable. She knows that someone like him who reeks of evil does evil.
“I came to see you.” He winked at Sia, licking his lips.
Sia bored her eyes into his, grinding her teeth in disgust.
“Came to see me or you came to check if your plans worked. You came to check if I’m truly dead, Silas Monson.” Sia stated.
The smile on Silas’s face froze a bit. He inched his face closer to Sia’s, trailing his fingers on her cheeks.
“You know if I truly want to kill you, Love. I’d have done that a long time ago. I’d kill you in the most precious way possible…” He chortled.
Sia cringed at the feel of his hand on her face and his breath pummeling the top of her nose. She hates it.
“Hands off, Silas.” She drawled and Silas doff his hand off her face. Then he reclined on the chair, bunching up his hips to display the hardness lying beneath his pants.
“If I really want to kill you…I’ll have to bury my dick inside you. Fuck you and fuck you until you run out of breath. Then I’ll take the remnants of breath in your lungs with my mouth. I’d kiss you, bite on your lips, devour your mouth until you can’t breathe. Then you’ll kick the bucket.” He cackled.
“Tell me, love. What other death can be sweeter than that?” He asked, his devilish smile broadened.
Estrella gasped at what he just uttered. She stood up from her seat and snapped.
“Did you just threaten to rape Sia?” She pointed her fingers at Silas.
However, Sia pleaded with Estrella to calm down and have her seat.
“Well, we can’t exactly call it rape, can we love?” He said, meeting Sia’s gaze.
“Silas…” Sia tried to speak but Silas cut her off.
“We’ve been fucking for years, missy.” He said directing it to Estrella.
“What!?” Estrella snapped, staring between Sia and Silas. “Sia, is that true?” She asked, unbelievable.
“Estrella chill…” Sia whispered and Estrella gagged, staring pointedly at Silas. “Silas, since you’ve seen I’m alive and your plans didn’t work. Can you please leave now? Leave my house.” Sia said with so much authority.
Silas chuckled, leaning forward.
“That’s not how to treat your brother-in-law. But since you don’t want me around. I’ll leave.” He stood up, adjusted his shirt, and faced the gate’s direction.
“Sia remember I’ll still subdue you.” He said lastly as he pranced toward the gate.
Estrella exhaled a heavy breath she didn’t know she held back in her system. She snapped her head back to Sia and asked.
“Did you…sleep with him? Did he fuck you?”
“It wasn’t fuck, Estrella…it was abuse,” Sia said, gritting her teeth.
Startled Estrella blurted, “he raped you? He abused you?” She muttered.
“When I was newly married into the family. Silas forces himself on me whenever Mr. Monson travels. He threatened to kill me if I get the words out. I did but that day he wasn’t found guilty.” Sia uttered.
“Omigod. Sia…jesus…I know that guy is evil. I knew everything about him is evil, Sia.” Estrella as a tear slipped from her eyes.
She turned to Sia and held her hands, “you’ve been through more than I can imagine. So many travails than I can count. And I know all these memories sit in your head that no amount of words will wipe them away.” She inhaled a long breath.
Sia cautiously angled her face downwards. She feels at ease now she shared some parts of her story. She feels as if a heavy stone has been heaved from her shoulders and chest. Now she understands why they always say share your problem with your friends.
They might not exactly proffer a solution or alter what happened but talking to them alone will lessen the weight of your sorrow or stress, anything.
She feels more light and vigorous.
“Nothing can cleanse your mind from these awful memories but you have me to talk to whenever you want to share your experience and lessen the weight in your heart.” Estrella mouthed.
“Thanks, girlfriend. Thank you for giving me a listening ear.” Sia whispered and dived into Estrella’s arms. They both hugged for what seemed like hours before parting away.
**
Lucas was in his room watching the news about the widow’s presumed death which his assistant informed him of not long ago.
The amount of anger rolling through him can’t be told because he felt like his hope has crashed down.
Though the widow’s death is not yet confirmed according to the news but the chances of her being dead are high. Lucas had called his assistant asking him about the next possible solution but Grey told him he’d call the Monson group’s secretary and confirm if the rumor is fake or real.
However, Grey reached back to Lucas and spewed that the secretary is not even sure herself but will keep them posted on any latest news about the widow.
That secretary’s response also made Lucas weak. So weak and utterly confused that he decided to give up and accept the only option that lies in wait for him. Besides Hera told him he has only One Week to accept to marry Danika or she’d call off their engagement entirely and he’d lose everything he has including his breath.
That was the final ultimatum she gave and Lucas is beginning to acquiesce to the idea of marrying Danika.
The thought cringes him but the zeal to uphold his family’s legacy outshines his hatred for Danika. So maybe he’ll relent and make Danika his wife. Not to mention, Danika had begun serious preparations for the wedding because she knows he’d give in.
He’ll marry her.
Sighs, Lucas dropped the remote control in his hands and turned to his closet in search of his briefs as he just finished bathing and has only a towel wrapped around his waist.
While he was digging deep in his closet, the towel knot loosened and it slipped from his waist and slide down to his heels, leaving him bare and his cock protuberated.
At that moment Danika barged into the room.
Lucas gasped in surprise, picked up the towel, and laced his manhood, making Danika cackle.
She heard the news blaring from the TV about the widow’s death. She glanced at it and saw a Bentley…limited edition. Her instinct told her she has seen the car before but she didn’t read meaning into it because she was more focused on Lucas.
She closed in on him, smiling sheepishly. On getting close to Lucas, she pared the towel he was holding but Lucas refused to let go of the towel.
“What are you hiding, Lucas?” She asked, giggling. “It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. Not like it hasn’t sunk into my folds before and it’s definitely going to be mine and mine only very soon. So why are you hiding it from me?” She asked, still tugging the towel to leave Lucas bare.
Lucas cringed at her acts but still held the towel firm. Not to lie, their little tussle is turning him on, since he’s sex deprived. Any little touch sends bolts of sensation through him but he knows this isn’t the time for it.
“Danika…I want to dress up…please.” His voice dropped to a whisper as he felt the urge to fuck rising through him and sending sensational shivers down his spine.
Danika already felt his cock rising, therefore she increased tugging the towel. She raised her head and bored her eyes into him, whispering,
“Not until I touch that with my bare hands…”
The determination in her eyes was unwavering and her hot breath fanned Lucas’s chest, making the hairs on the skin of his chest rise in attention.
Lucas swallowed thickly, images of Sia began swirling in his mind and before long his firm hold on the towel wavered.
Danika pared the towel with smile lingering on her lips when she spotted the hardened cock poking her lower thighs.
“You’re horny…” She dropped it as a statement rather than a question as her eyes pasted on Lucas’s cock and her hands began pumping it slowly, kneading hungrily.
“No…Danika, I’m not…” Lucas trailed off. He bashed his eyes closed, expelling a heavy breath at the touch he was feeling.
“You’re what?” She whispered, kneading his balls in her hands.
‘Sex deprived.’ Lucas whispered inwardly, not willing to say it out.
“Busy.” He mouthed, his voice dropping to a moan. A very sensual moan.
“I see…” Before Danika could finish, Lucas blurted.
“We’ll be going to Napa valley next week to visit my grandma. It’s her birthday.”
Danika stopped tormenting Lucas with her touch when she heard the news.
“I hope she knows we’re about to get married?” She asked, taking a few steps back to search for what prompted her to come into the room.
“I’ll inform her next week.” Lucas sputtered and turned back to the closet to search for his clothes.
“Good.” He heard Danika mumble. It’s not a novelty that she and his grandmother don’t get along. He wonders how his granny will take the news.
With the level of hatred she has for Danika, Lucas sure knows she won’t accede to the marriage.
However, the news on the TV was still blaring so loud, it hurts the eardrum.
“I’m about to go pick up the wedding gown I ordered from Paris…” She blurted but stopped instantly. “Lucas, did you see my wristwatch here?” She asked, checking the nightstand.
“No… you check the drawer.” He mouthed.
Danika inched closer to the drawer and opened it. Something caught her eyes.
It’s a ring.
Lucas was unaware of what Danika saw. However, Danika picked the ring up and stared at it.
Two names are engraved on it.
Lucas Evangelista and Sia Macalista. She read.
Immediately she read Sia’s last name she remembered the cave restaurant.
“Anything for Macalista!” She hummed, mind roving in thoughts. “Does that mean the slum girl owns the restaurant?” She mumbled under her breath.
“Do you know who Sia is? Estrella’s words that day they were at the restaurant came rushing back into her mind.
Danika heard the mention of the widow on the TV and she turned around, her eyes met with the burnt Bentley.
A low gasp left her lips.
“The Bentley!” She hummed inwardly. “Same one she left the restaurant that day with. It’s the same car!” She mused.
Breath hitched as she put two pieces of the puzzle together.
“Does that mean…the slum girl is…the widow!” Her eyes dilated, shock rooting itself deep inside her.