Chapter 33

Zachary's POV:

I asked my men to take care of the traitor inside the room. How did he even manage to untie himself? I looked to my side to find Juliette sitting silently, leaning against the car window.

She was way too silent. I looked forward and saw Willi looking at me through the rearview mirror of the car. He looked worried. I signaled him with my eyes to concentrate on the road.

I sighed as I rubbed my face with my hand and looked out of the window. My life is messed up right now. I just don't understand what is going. But I know that it is Juliette’s life whose life is messed up more than mine right now. Finally, the truth of Emmett being Nicholas is revealed to her. But it was not how I hoped for her to find out. It was uncertain. It was not what I had planned for, which I was unhappy about.

But on the contrary, only half of the truth has been revealed to her. There is even more. She needs to find out everything. I hope she understands.

Ironically, I know my behavior towards her these last few days was not great. I was cruel to her. I locked her up, away from everyone, when she was already away from her own familiar people. It was for her own safety. Because, as I had Nicholas, I knew his father would try to find him, and if he knew Juliette was the reason, then he would surely attack Juliette. I let my emotions get to me.

I glanced towards her to find her looking out of the window, lost in her thoughts. I knew that it was way too much for her to handle, but what I really wanted to know was, how did she even get out of the house with all that tight security?

Are my boys not enough to stop her from getting out?

If she can get out of the house so easily, then anyone can get inside the house easily. Not good.

I need to have a serious talk with all my men.

But her current state was affecting me. She looked mentally disturbed right now, as her eyes looked distant, and she kept on clutching onto the hem of her shirt tightly. Probably, thinking about what just happened. But it’s not the only thing that I have to deal with.

My family. I need to face them now, for my behavior these last few days towards Juliette has not gone unnoticed by my family. Especially by my grandfather. I hope he doesn’t ask me too much and lets me handle the situation on my own. I can handle Mom, and even Gale, but I can’t really say the same about Grandfather.

I sighed as I balled my fist and put it up to my mouth. I was frustrated now, because Juliette being in such a condition was disturbing. She wasn’t saying a single word, and for the first time ever, I hoped for her to at least tell me how she was feeling.

Or am I exaggerating things?

Maybe she is just fine as it is. She has managed to cope with the truth, and she is fine now.

“Then what is it making you anxious?” I thought as I looked out of the window.

We reached the house, and soon as the car came to a halt, Juliette opened the door and walked straight into the house, avoiding my men who were looking at her in a confused way. They still didn’t know how she was with me. Now, this is a question I am going to get an answer to: how did she manage to get out of the house without anyone noticing her?

I made my way out and watched her as she walked back in inside the house.

Maybe she wants some space. Some time alone to herself.

“Boss,” I heard one of my men while I waited for Juliette get inside the house.

“You all are fired! Get out,” I said and walked towards the house with Max and Willi following me.

“But Boss!” I heard one of them, which made me stop in my tracks.

“There is no place for losers in my home. You all failed to stop a simple woman from getting out of the house. How will you protect her from all those people out there?” I asked and took a step, but stopped.

“Make sure to get out before the evening if you don’t want your end so soon.” Silence.

“You all should have known.” I said while I walked back inside.

“Assign new people in their places,” I told Max, who nodded before leaving for his work.

Once inside, I made my way towards my room, ignoring Mom, who tried to ask me something. Probably about Juliette. I will answer all her questions later but for now, I wanted to have a talk with Juliette. She needs to tell me how she managed to get out. As I stepped foot on the staircase, I stopped when I heard noises. The noises were coming from the upstairs. Thinking something must be wrong, I took long strides and ran upstairs, and followed the sound, which led me to my own room. With the door spread open, things crashed down as I saw Juliette throwing things like a mad woman on the floor.

She would occasionally wipe her tears with the sleeves of her dress and pull her hair in agony. She took the lamp from the bedside and threw it on the mirror, shattering it into pieces.

“I have been torturing myself thinking that I failed and I couldn’t save you!” she screamed, looking at the pieces of the mirror that were stuck on the wall, hanging loosely.

“I am so dumb! I have been torturing myself. Fucking torturing myself, crying myself to sleep, thinking because of me, you died. But what did I get?”

All of a sudden, she laughed, clapping her hands hysterically. But then sobbed and knelt down on the ground, keeping her head on the bed.

“Betrayal! Betrayal” she said slowly, but soon her tone raised and she screamed: “Betrayal!” and took the already broken lamp piece and threw it against the wall.

Her condition makes me want to pity her. So, why did I feel the opposite? I felt uneasiness. She loved him. This is the condition you're left in when you are betrayed in love? Is this how love makes you?

I took a step back and slowly closely the door. She needs some space and time. Her wounds wouldn’t heal this quickly. I'll give her some time. I'm happy that I have never been through such agony. If this is how love makes you, then I am fine without it. I don’t need anyone in my life.

Dialing a number, I demanded Cosmina on the other end to be present for Juliette at this moment. She may be hurt mentally, but the act of throwing things and the broken mirror pieces may have physically hurt her. Cosmina would look at it. I believe she can look after her for some hours before the next most shocking truth of Juliette’s life would be revealed to her.

I have already called her father and it may take hours for him to get here. I believe he can make her understand everything. But most importantly, seeing Juliette’s condition, I believe she needs someone from her family to make her feel somewhat relieved.

And that reminds me of Nicholas, I need to free him soon. Because I never really intended to kill him. The one who I want to kill is his father. I have to think about a way to get him, and I believe releasing Nicholas will surely lead me to his father. Everything that is wrong started because of his father. He is the real cause of everything wrong. Because of him, Juliette has to go through all this. Because of him, my family lost my sister. I know he was the mastermind behind the plan to kill my sister and he used his own son as a pawn in his game.

I went inside my study room and sat on the lounge, tired. I hoped Juliette’s father would be here as soon as possible, because it would really help seeing as she knows part of the truth. She needs to know the whole damn story.

Raking a hand through my hair, I sighed when the door burst open and Mom walked in looking as if she was going to kill me.

It looks like she needs to know about everything that has been going on too.

No more hiding things.