Chapter 234: Ian and Dara’s last dance.

Chapter 45: Ian and Dara’s last dance.

Dara looked at Ian with terror in her eyes. She hadn’t expected him to show up at the hospital. Did this mean he still cared about her? Slight hope in her eyes, Dara readjusted herself and began to cry.

“Ian….o-our baby….our son he didn’t make it.”

As the tears and sobs poured out, Ian stood silent. At this point, the only other emotion besides disgust that he felt for Dara was admiration at her brilliant acting skills and her ability to cry on demand. She'd truly missed her calling.

Taking a seat in the chair beside her bed. Ian crossed his legs and smiled lightly.

“OUR baby? Since when did your little bastard sperm child become OUR baby?”

Dara’s cries immediately halted as fear took over. Ian was eerily calm and that was scaring her more than anything ever had.

“I-Ian…..don’t say that-”

“Is that not the truth. Did you not use sperm from a sperm bank to trick me into divorcing my wife.”

Dara’s lips began to tremble. It was quite clear….Ian was not there to comfort her but to torture her. Adjusting her body once more, she tried to speak but the words were caught in her throat like rocks.

“I-I…..Ian……please…..let me explain.”

Ian’s smile was sinister.

“Of course…..I’ve come to take you home my wife.”

Dara looked around the room frantically.

“I-Ian….I can’t go home. I just lost the baby. The hospital-”

“Sshh. No worries my wife. I’ll make sure you receive all the treatment you need.

Ian scooped Dara up into his arms. Her body trembled from cold and fright. She didn’t know what Ian had in store, and she too afraid to ask. As the tears streamed down her cheeks, she had no choice but to comply. As soon as they walked out of the room, the nurse began to panic in protest.

“Wait!!! Wait a minute!! She can’t leave yet!!”

As she followed behind, Ian walked as if he couldn’t hear the nurses pleas. Dara lifted her head slightly, praying someone would force him to put her back in her room but no one came to rescue her. Her chest beating like a drum, Dara tried to appeal to him one more time.

“Ian baby….you know I’m dying to go home but maybe the nurse is ri-”

Before she could finish her sentence, Ian stared at her with a look of a thousand deaths causing her to shudder.

By now, the nurse had called security as they neared the entryway.

“That’s them right there!! Stop him!”

The security guard called out to Ian.

“Sir! Sir! I’m going to have to ask you to stop! Please….we don’t want to cause any trouble…..put the woman down.”

Ian turned towards the guard. By now other onlookers were staring in shock. Some even had their phones out recording the scene.

“OMG! Isn’t that Ian Keller?”

One woman whispered as she held her phone up.

“Oh wow! It is! Oh my god! Did you see his disaster wedding!!”

“OMG it was crazy!!! They said he hung his ex-wife parents over a cliff!!”

As the gossiping continued, Ian began to lose his patience. Looking down at Dara his stare was bland.

“Tell them you want to go home wife.”

It was something about the way Ian kept calling her wife that was making Dara’s stomach churn. Months of dreaming about that moment and now….hearing it made her want to thrown up. Too afraid to go against him however, Dara complied.

“I…..”

Looking up at Ian, she could see his eyes darkening. In a low voice, she spoke.

“I…..want to go home.”

The nurse’s brows furrowed as she walked closer.

“What did you say sweetheart. I couldn’t hear-”

“She said she wants to go home! So unless you want to play nurse at home…I suggest you stop harassing me and my wife!”

Ian barked at the nurse causing her to jump back. Still not convinced, she walked a little closer.

“Is that really what you want to do child?”

Dara’s mind was screaming no and help! Fear, however, only allowed her smile faintly and nod as the tears fell down her cheeks.

“Yes….I’m sure.”

Ian smiled smugly as he walked out of the hospital with Dara.

As soon as they reached the mansion Ian scooped Dara out of the car and carried her over the threshold.

“Welcome home Mrs. Keller.”

His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he kissed her forehead. She smiled nervously as she desperately prayed he meant those words. As he put her down, Dara looked around the mansion. She hadn’t been there since the time Cassandra caught her in their room. An eerie feeling crept inside of her.

“Um….Ian…can I got lay down? I’m still a little tired.”

Ian stood in silence as his henchmen walked into the house. Without looking at her, Ian ordered the henchman.

“Take her to my master suite and lock the door.”

Panic instantly came over Dara as the henchman grabbed her.

“Ian!! Ian wait!!! What are you doing!!! Ian!!!”

But Ian merely looked at his watch while answering.

“Don’t worry wife….I’ll be there soon.”

Dara sat in the master bedroom for over an hour before Ian arrived. As he walked into the room, she frantically jumped out of the bed.

“Ian…..honey….what is this? Why did you tell them to lock me in the room? What’s going-”

SMACK!

Ian smacked Dara so hard she hit the floor immediately. As her head bounced off the carpet, her vision slightly blurred. Trying her best to get back up, Ian gripped her hair. A loud scream left Dara’s mouth as she tried to pry Ian’s fingers off her hair. But his grip was too tight.

“Ian….Ian please!!! I’m sorry!!! I didn’t mean to-”

SMACK!!

Ian laid another smack across her face.

“You didn’t mean to…..how interesting. So you didn’t mean to seduce me so that you could become my mistress? You didn’t mean to ruin my marriage so that you could become my wife? You didn’t mean to trick me into raising some fucking test tube as my SON!”

SMACK!

Ian laid another smack on Dara’s cheek. Finally, his henchman knocked on the door.

“Sir….we’ve got her.”

Dara’s eye’s widened with confusion. Got who? Suddenly his men dragged in a woman tied in ropes with tape on her mouth. Dara immediately recognized her!

“IAN!!! What are you doing!!! Why is my mother here!!! Ian!!! Please!!!”

Releasing his grip on Dara; a sinister smile came across Ian’s face as he forced Terese down on her knees. Her face was filled with fright as she frantically looked around the room and then her daughter. The tears pouring out her eyes. Dara began to crawl over to her mother before Ian pulled out the nine millimeter-gun from his inside pocket.

“If you move again I’m going to blow your fucking head off.”

Dara halted in her tracks, her eyes so wide they could have fallen out the sockets. Holding her hands up, she pleaded.

“Okay….O-Okay…..Ian….I’m sorry. I’m sorry for lying to you! Please….let my mother go!”

“You and Eric thought it was fun to gamble with Cassandra’s parents…..I thought….why not share the joy.”

CLICK!

“IAN!!!”

Ian pulled the trigger at Teresa’s head, the loud clicking sound sending shivers down her and Dara’s spines.

“You know….Cassandra’s father also helped me build my business. He’s a wiz that Martin Davis. Stands to reason his daughter would be one. That’s genetics you know. Parents passing down on trait or another to their children. I mean…take your mother for example….she passed down her gift of whoring to you…RIGHT!!!”

CLICK!!

“Ian!!! Please!!! My mother has nothing to do with this!”

“I beg to differ Dara….perhaps if your mother wasn’t such a gold digging whore you would have turned out better! I’m sure your brother would agree! At least he would have if he were alive.”

Both Dara and Teresa froze. What the hell did that mean! Breathing heavy….Dara’s hands shook; her voice low.

“W-What do you mean…..Ian….where’s Eric? W-Where’s my brother-”

“He took dive off a cliff.”

At that moment, Dara lost it. She screamed as she jumped up trying to claw at Ian’s face, her mother began to move around frantically!

“Agghhh!!!!!! You fucking bastard!!!!”

Dara clawed at Ian’s face as if she were trying to gauge his eyes out. With one swift punch, Ian landed his fist directly in Dara’s gut causing her to fall instantly as the blood pooled down her legs.

“You crazy bitch!!! You think you get to just fuck up my life and get away with it!!”

Dara began to laugh manically causing Ian’s fury to overload!

“What the fuck is so funny!!!”

“You’re so fucking pathetic!! ‘I’ ruined your life! You ruined your own!!! And you know what! Cassandra was right! You are a pathetic piece of shit! She’s never going to forgive you or your sorry ass family!! You called my mother a whore…HA! Your mother wrote the book!”

Ian eyes widened with shock and fury before his face went calm. As if he was having an epiphany, suddenly, a wave of memories flooded in his head. Of his life with Cassandra, of his happiness and how he ruined it all. She was right….this truly was all his fault. Ian began to laugh manically as the tears spilled down his cheeks. Pointing the gun at Dara, he pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Teresa began yelling and screaming through the tape on her mouth. Ian turned to her, a deranged look in his eyes.

BANG!

Ian looked at the two bodies lying on the floor. For some reason, and he wasn’t sure why….Ian walked into the bathroom and locked the door. As his henchmen ran upstairs they began to knock frantically on the bathroom door.

“BOSS!!!”

“BOSS!!!”

BANG!