Chapter 57 Desperations
Isla’s POV.
The day went by slowly. Meetings, board calls, and client contract signatures.
I was supposed to feel happy but I didn’t. I felt suffocated and empty.
In less than two hours, Bennetti's stocks were already falling.
People whispered when I walked past. They didn’t need to say anything, I could feel their eyes devouring me from behind.
My phone kept buzzing continuously, but I didn’t bother to look at the screen.
I already knew who was capable of making my phone vibrate non-stop.
My father.
I could feel how desperate he was. And it felt satisfying.
Every buzz my phone made, my heart pounded.
I couldn’t stop imagining what his face would look like.
I had just dropped a bomb that ended his friendship of over fifteen years.
Pain. Even when my heart felt a little lighter, there was this ache that pierced so hard in me.
A few seconds later, Damian called me to his office.
I knocked once and stepped inside.
He was standing, facing the city, arms crossed.
The scent of his cologne filled the place.
“You called,” I said, moving toward him, footsteps measured.
“Yes,” he replied, still backing me.
He had praised me this morning for finally standing up for myself.
Unlike me, whenever he called me to his office, there was this shiver in me, my legs shook, heat would flush down my thighs.
But now, looking at him, my heart is pumped, my body just wants to embrace him.
If I hadn’t held myself, if I hadn’t tried to control how he made me feel, by now… I wouldn’t mind giving my spirit, soul, and body to him.
“I noticed you’ve been looking at your phone for hours. Your face… you don’t look happy.”
Yes. There he goes again. Always noticing everything about me.
And yet, I haven’t for once seen through him. His face was always unreadable.
“I’m fine. I’m just… I was paying attention to the news.”
He finally turned, his eyes locked with mine.
“Your father. He’s been banging your phone with texts. Isn’t he?”
I wasn’t surprised he knew. Nothing gets past him.
“Do you need my help? To get rid of him?” He asked, voice icy.
“No. If there’s anyone who should get rid of him, that person should be me.”
“I want to take my revenge myself. I want to make him pay for what he did.”
He stretched his hand to mine, grabbing me closer.
“How much do you hate him?”
How much do I hate him? My fist folded by my sides, nails dug into my palms.
I hate him to the point of death. My body vibrated, I fought to steady my legs on the ground.
My eyes, it flickered with so much hatred. My pupils burned.
I cleared my throat. “How much I hate him. I want to peel his skin. I want to drink his blood. I want him to wish he was dead.”
“Easy, honey. He isn’t with your hatred. You don’t need dirt on your hands, he isn’t worth it.”
He lowered his head slowly. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.
“Don’t worry about him. We’ll deal with him together.” He whispered in my ears.
His hands slid down to my waistline, pressing me closer now.
“I want to make our relationship official, Isla.”
I froze, my pulse thudded, I swear, I could hear my own heartbeat.
“You want to do what?” My lips vibrated.
“I want the world to know you belong to me, Isla.”
My hands gripped his shirt. I pulled him away.
“Are you insane?”
“Yes I am, honey.”
“I’m still married to your brother, Damian. I can’t just… that would be selfish of me.”
“I don’t care what you think. I don’t care what they think.”
What the hell? I… no this? God.
“What about your brother?”
“What about him? You’re mine, Isla.”
What have I done? I stepped backward, as he tried to close the distance between us.
My body jolted, responding to his words.
Wasn’t I supposed to be happy?
This was a golden opportunity for me to be happy with someone my heart had ached for.
Why did I feel sad?
Why was I hesitating when my body already accepted?
“I have to think this through. You can’t just… make decisions without my consent.”
I turned to walk away, he wrapped his arms around back, resting his head on my shoulder.
“I haven’t made a decision. You know I can’t and won’t do anything you don’t approve of me.”
I released my fists.
He had never made me feel like an option.
My chest eased, my throat smoothed. “I’m scared. I just…”
“You can take your time.”
The day was over. My phone had stopped vibrating.
I packed my bag, and stepped outside. I didn’t tell him I was off.
I just needed to be alone. My mind hadn’t been at rest since I left his office.
Some part of me felt happy, but…
I wasn’t sad because of what people would say, I was sad because of how my husband, Dante, would feel.
His twin younger brother and his wife are in a relationship.
He would feel devastated.
I know we hadn’t been on good terms since he brought Lucia into the house.
His affection didn’t mean anything to me anymore.
But every time he wanted me to stay, every time I wanted to ignore his apologies, I ended up taking them to heart.
The way he had looked at me yesterday, the way his eyes yearned for me.
I didn’t want to be the reason the lovely twin of the Romano turned enemies.
How much longer till I crumble in my feelings and desires?
I’ve always thought that nothing would change my mind.
Leaving had always been a decision I wouldn’t think twice about.
I kept sighing as I moved toward the car. A chill kissed my skin, my heart was restless.
Why do I feel reluctant now that I finally had the opportunity?