Chapter 33 I will Make Dimitri Suffer
FRAYA POV
How could he do this to me?
Leave me like this after everything I did to be the perfect woman for him.
I can't let this happen, I can't, that bitch will pay for this.
Fraya Douglas can't lose a man because of a tramp, a cheap prostitute, that will never happen.
Dimitri needs me; only I am capable of fulfilling his needs in bed and in life.
It was because of me that he controls his company, because of our marriage that he had the chance to become better than his father, and it was because of my family name that the Thompsons became even more established in the society.
He owes all of that to me, it's not some pussy that goes from cock to cock that will make him forget my efforts.
I got dressed and grabbed my bag; I needed to go shopping, and this would help me think.
I needed some idea to get her out of my way once and for all.
The mall here doesn't even come close to New York, but at least I managed to buy a few things.
I was hungry, and it was lunchtime, so I got in my car and went to the restaurant.
I asked for a very discreet table so that no photographers would catch me eating alone; I'm not going to give the press any gossip that my marriage is going down the drain.
I'll sort this out before it leaks to the magazines.
I only ordered a salad to keep my curvy —which Dimitri loved to touch when we were together— and when I finished, I paid the bill and left without a single paparazzi in sight.
Back at the hotel, I head towards the receptionist to ask for information about my husband and perhaps get the key to his room since he packed from our room.
Excuse me, ma'am, but your husband checked out an hour ago.
I can't believe it, he's already gone?
I can't believe it, he left me again but this won't stay like this, not at all.
If he went after her, he would suffer bitterly for this decision.
And I already have an idea of how to do it, I'm going to give her a scare, actually, a really good scare, so that hussy learns not to mess with other people's men.
I remember exactly who the right person is for this.
I grab my phone and call him inside the elevator.
Hi, my little blonde, to whom do I owe the honor of your call?
Did you miss me?
Hi Carlos, I'm calling because I need a small favor from you.
And what service would that be?
Someone got in your way and wants me to wipe them off the face of the earth?
Yes, there's a little slut who thinks she's going to get my husband, I need you to deal with her.
"Too bad for her to have gotten involved with you," I smile on the other end of the line.
"And what do you want me to do with that hussy?"
I want a small accident to happen, but one that causes a lot of damage.
I want to make Dimitri suffer and regret leaving me.
I know exactly what to do.
"Carlos, you can't leave a trace. I don't want him to suspect it was me."
I never leave a trace.
Ok, bye.
Everyone knows me as the daughter of a wealthy businessman, a very beautiful and perfect socialite who has appeared in several magazines, but nobody really knows me.
I know some very shady people, like Carlos, who does everything I want and when I need him to.
He's a strong, dark-skinned man I met three years ago.
We had a relationship, and Carlos does everything I ask of him.
I'm really looking forward to seeing that stuck-up little girl regret getting in my way.
I've been crazy about Dimitri since I was little.
Our families have known each other for a long time, but he never looked at me the way I looked at him.
He thought I was pretty and all, but he never approached me and only married me because of his mother, and also because our companies together would make a fortune.
I did everything I could this year to have a perfect wedding in front of the cameras, but behind closed doors, it wasn't exactly like that.
He never said he loved me, he always went out drinking and came back late, and he didn't want anything to do with me.
Little did I know that a bitch was on his mind, but I'm not going to make things easy for him; he'll come back to me like a little puppy, kneeling at my feet begging for forgiveness.
It's only a matter of time.