Madam silina confrontation

Madam silina confrontation
I held my cheek, my eyes widening as I stared at Ellie. So my suspicion had been right.

She was behind the fraudulent transactions.

The realization made my stomach twist. I had suspected her before, but hearing the way she reacted when Diego discovered the transactions confirmed everything.

"How was I supposed to know you were behind it?" I shouted.

Ellie didn't answer immediately. She simply walked toward me, her expression filled with anger. Before I could move away, she grabbed my hair and pulled me toward her.

"Do your job and stop playing detective!" she snapped.

I winced and tried to pull away from her grip.

This woman was far more dangerous than I had imagined.

She wasn't just trying to ruin my life anymore. She was deliberately destroying Diego's business, stealing from his company and creating fake organizations to hide the money.

But why? What had Diego ever done to her that could make her hate him this much?

I slowly rubbed my cheek, still feeling the sting from the slap.

A bitter scoff escaped my lips.

"Wow," I muttered. "Who would have thought that the wife who pretends to love her husband is actually the person working behind the scenes to bring him down?"

Ellie's face hardened. "Watch your mouth."

She pointed toward the door. "Now get out of my room."

I stared at her for a moment before turning toward the door.

As I reached for the handle, she spoke again.
"And if you ever decide to act smart again, remember the slap you just received."

I didn't bother responding. I opened the door and walked out, closing it behind me.

My heart was pounding as I made my way back to my room.

I couldn't stop thinking about everything I had just discovered.

Ellie wasn't only blackmailing me with my mother. She was involved in something much bigger, and I was beginning to fear that I had already become part of it without realizing it.

If Diego discovered what she was doing, he would probably never forgive me for knowing and keeping quiet.

But what choice did I have? My mother was the only reason I had continued obeying Ellie for so long.

I entered my room and closed the door behind me before walking over to my bed. I sat down slowly, then lay back and stared at the ceiling.

A few seconds later, tears slipped down the sides of my face.
I wiped them away, but more followed.

I couldn't keep living like this. I couldn't remain Ellie's pawn forever.

Every time she wanted something done, she threatened me with my mother. Every time I tried to question her, she reminded me that she could hurt the people I loved.

And now I knew she had been involved in fraudulent activities for months.

What if this wasn't the first illegal thing she had done?

What if there were other things she had done that I didn't know about?

And what if she eventually decided to use me to cover those things up too?

I couldn't let that happen. I needed to find a way out of her control.

I was still lost in my thoughts when my phone suddenly buzzed beside me.

I frowned and reached for it. A notification had appeared on the screen.

The moment I saw the name, I immediately sat up.

Madam Silina.

Why was she messaging me?

I stared at the notification for a few seconds before unlocking my phone. The message was short.

"Lyla, please come quickly. There's something important I need to tell you."

I read it once, then again, then a third time.

Something about the message made me uneasy.

Madam Silina didn't usually speak to me like that, and if she had simply wanted to ask me something ordinary, she wouldn't have told me to come quickly.

I glanced at the time on my phone. 4:00 p.m.

Maybe I was overthinking it. Maybe she knew something about Ellie. Or maybe there was another problem I didn't know about.

Whatever it was, I couldn't ignore her message. I quickly wiped the remaining tears from my face and sat up.

"I should go," I whispered to myself.

If Madam Silina was asking me to come immediately, then there had to be a reason.

I picked up my phone and stood from the bed, already wondering what she could possibly want to tell me.

I grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair and slipped it on before leaving the estate. My mind was still occupied with Madam Silina's message, and the more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became.

As soon as I reached the road, I raised my hand.

"Taxi!"

A taxi slowed down beside me, and I opened the door before getting into the back seat.

"Please, take me to Brighton Street," I said.

The driver nodded and pulled away from the estate.

I rested my head against the seat and stared out of the window, trying to figure out why Madam Silina had asked me to come.

She knew I had quit my job at the club. She also knew exactly why I had left and how much I hated going back there.

So what could she possibly want from me?

Maybe something had happened.

Or perhaps there was another problem I didn't know about.

The questions kept running through my mind throughout the journey.

After several minutes, the driver finally slowed down.

"We're here."

I looked through the window and immediately recognized the building.

The taxi had stopped in front of the clubhouse.

I paid the driver and stepped out.

For a moment, I simply stood there, staring at the entrance.

Being back here brought back memories I had spent years trying to forget.

So much had happened inside those walls.

I remembered the things I had been forced to endure because I needed money for my mother. There were moments I wished I could erase completely, but they remained in my memory no matter how hard I tried to forget them.

I took a deep breath and clenched my hands.

I couldn't stand outside forever.

Whatever Madam Silina wanted, I needed to hear it. I walked into the clubhouse.

Nothing had changed. The music was still loud, and bottles were scattered across some of the tables. The strong smell of alcohol filled the air, mixed with the unpleasant scent of sweat and smoke. A few people were passed out along the hallway, while others were still drinking and talking loudly.

I kept my head down and walked past them as quickly as possible.

I didn't want anyone to recognize me.

After a short walk, I finally reached Madam Silina's room.

I stopped outside the door and took a deep breath before knocking gently.

There was no response.

I waited for a few seconds and knocked again.

This time, I heard movement from inside.
The door opened, and Madam Silina appeared.

The moment she saw me, her lips stretched into a wide smile.

"My darling! I've missed you."

Before I could respond, she grabbed both my hands and pulled me inside.

She quickly closed and locked the door behind us.

Madam Silina looked exactly as I remembered her. She had her hair pulled into a neat ponytail, and her makeup was heavy enough to make her features stand out. Her bright red lipstick completed the look she always seemed to favor.

Despite everything that had changed in my life, she somehow looked the same.

I gently pulled my hands away and walked toward the couch.

I sat down carefully, placing both hands together on my lap.

"Madam Silina, why did you call me here?"

She sat opposite me. For a moment, she simply stared at me.

The smile on her face slowly disappeared, and her expression became serious.

She tilted her head slightly and leaned back against the couch.

"Lyla, I'm going to be straightforward with you," she said. "There's no point wasting time going around in circles."

I remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"Your contract with us hasn't expired yet."

My eyebrows pulled together. "What?"

She nodded. "The contract you signed when you started working here was for seven years."

I stared at her in disbelief. Seven years?

I remembered signing the contract, but I had never paid much attention to the details at the time. I had been desperate for money and willing to accept almost any condition if it meant being able to pay for my mother's treatment.

"You've worked here for five years," Madam Silina continued. "That means you still have two years remaining on your contract."

I swallowed hard. "But I quit."

"I know." Her voice remained calm.

"And that's exactly why I asked you to come here."

I stared at her, trying to understand where this conversation was going.

"According to the agreement you signed, leaving before the contract expires is considered a breach of contract."

My fingers tightened together. I suddenly felt a familiar sense of fear settling in
my stomach.

"So you're saying I can't leave?"

Madam Silina didn't answer immediately.

Instead, she studied my face before speaking again.

"I'm saying that quitting doesn't automatically cancel the agreement."