Chapter 84 Mad woman
Verena
My Saturday morning to-do list? Find Zita, beat the shit out of that scheming brain of hers. Impatience needled at me as I tapped the steering wheel, eyes fixed on the Villa that used to be mine.
I had paid one of the security guards a huge sum last night—Donald. The only person Kian didn't fire after I found out that he had dismissed a lot of the staff because he suspected them. I had asked Donald for only one thing. Zita’s morning routine.
She would always go on a run the moment the clock struck seven.
I glanced at my wristwatch. 6:59…
7:00 fucking A.M.
The moment the car’s door clicked open, Zita strolled out of the gate with a big smile on her face. How could someone be so fake? She got on one knee, did her shoe lace, straightened, and stretched.
She was even wearing the gym shorts and sports bra that I forgot to take when I moved out. Or perhaps she even stole it!
I could feel the anger festering in my stomach as she ran at a slow pace, past my car, dashed into a corner—just the perfect place for what I wanted.
Donald mentioned that Kian was home. He would probably save her from what I really wanted to do.
I closed the door, reversed quietly, drove a slightly long distance ahead of her, and parked. I stepped out of the car, slamming the door shut so hard that the cat on the pavement took off.
Zita slowed to a stop, bending slowly, both hands on her knees as she panted heavily. She still hadn't noticed me.
Then she stood upright, ready to pick a pace when her eyes clashed with mine.
Zita stared at me unblinkingly, then attempted to take a step back only to bark out a scoff as she crossed her hands over her chest. “Ah…”
She held one finger up. “Don't tell me that after you sent your old man to bully me yesterday. You now feel so guilty and want to make friends with me,”
Daxton?
He bullied her? I might not agree with some of his measures but this? Good.
I didn't have the time to think, only acted and did what my fingers had been itching to do since I found out that she colluded with Mandy to ruin me. “Make friends? You will find out now,” I sent a vicious slap right across her cheek.
One that almost sent her straight to the floor.
Zita staggered, eyes rolling around as if she had just seen stars. I wasn't done yet. Not done.
My chest heaved as she gasped, touching her cheek as if momentarily dazed before she turned angry red eyes to me. “You wench!” she screamed at the top of her lungs and lunged at me.
She grabbed my hair, pulled hard at it, and I stomped hard on her foot. Just when her grip loosened around my hair, I punched her in the stomach as she let out another sharp cry.
The slight pain from my scalp lingered. Atlas had told me to pack my hair into a ponytail and not give her the leverage of something to hold onto.
But I didn't listen and now, she had something to grab onto—my hair.
She winced, glared up at me with those flaming red eyes as she rushed towards me, ready to claw at my face but I grabbed her hair, as she twisted in my grip, screaming and cussing.
Zita clawed at my wrist, my face—her nails digging into my flesh but I didn't let go. “Leave me alone, Verena,” She cried.
“No. You never left me alone. Came after me unprovoked. So, you don't get to tell me what to fucking do…” I shouted, biting back a wince as those eagle-like nails dug harder into my wrist.
I caught glimpses of children peeping from their windows. People hovering outside of their doors just to watch us.
Her breath was uneven as she slammed her sneakers against my knee, pain shooting through me as my grip loosened around her hair but this time—
I gasped. Zita’s face widened in horror. Strands of Zita’s hair were tangled around my fingers. A lot of them. A whole lot.
Zita’s lips shook, her fingers moving to touch her head as her breath came in small uneven gasps. “You pulled my hair out—”
When I said I wanted to pull her hair out. It was figurative. I didn't mean it.
Oh, God. This was a lot of hair.
Her eyes watered with tears. “You wench, my wedding is next weekend,” She shrieked.
“I swear to God, Verena. I will send you back to your parents this morning—” She searched around for something, anything—tears rolling down her cheeks as she did.
I was shaken for a second. Horrified perhaps but then, fuck Zita and her hair. “This isn't enough for all the harm you have caused me, you stupid bitch,”
She bounced on the balls of her feet, still spiraling as her eyes searched around for—
A loose stone on the curb.
Before she could reach for it, I was one step ahead of her and kicked it to the road. She groaned out in frustration, ripped her hand through her hair only to pull more strands from her scalp.
What have I done?
Zita burst into tears—at the same time Kian appeared in his favorite purple pajamas. He froze on locking eyes with me while Zita’s hair kept falling out.
“I spent two years growing my hair” she wailed so badly that I almost burst out laughing.
Kian then turned and walked away from the scene—like he was telling me that he had no part in any of this or telling me that I could do whatever I wanted.
He must really hate her.
Pathetic.
Zita collapsed to the pavement and cried, removing her shoes and hurling them at me. I expected them to meet me because I didn't even move.
But, they didn't.
Someone caught them. Daxton.
He tossed the sneakers away, locked eyes with me, and my anger towards him started melting away. I hated my stupid heart because this wasn't the plan.
The plan was to stay mad and now here I was, one second away from crashing into his arms and flipping the whole thing on Zita.
“You are coming with me,” His tone was final.
Zita’s hysterical crying persisted as I glared at him. “No, I’m not. I don't want to talk to you. I am giving you space,” I stood my ground.
He didn't argue—just stared blankly at me, lifted and swung me over his shoulders. I struggled, but he wouldn't budge and I had no option but to just give up as he forced me into the car.
But I didn't leave just like that—not without flipping my own hair to Zita who hurled her sneakers after the car and ran after it like a mad woman.