Chapter Twenty six: You will pay

Chapter Twenty six: You will pay
Aria’s pov 

How dare Camille make my best friend cry. I will make sure that she pays for all she has done.

She dragged herself into my shit and I will make her regret it. I clenched my fist tightly. Now I was more than determined to end her. I was going to take things one step at a time but not anymore. I needed to do something, and whatever I have to do needs to be done fast. 

The day still had a better side of it. It was just noon. I didn’t have any intentions of visiting Mr Patrick's ex wife Aamada Ray but I guess it was time to make the call.

I went inside my house to freshen up and put on fresh clothes. I needed to be comfortable and feel good about myself. I want to look responsible enough and convincing enough for Mrs Aamada Ray to open up and tell me her story. 

I was done picking up everything and arranging everything I needed to take on my trip with me. I was going to fly to the city where she stays. It was just a one hour flight. I had the chance to get a seat on the plane. That was the moment I knew I was not backing down from my plan because regardless I was willing to drive there. 

Yes, drive there. I had enough of Camille already and I would go the extra miles to put her down and protect the people I care about. My flight time was around the corner already and I didn’t want to be late and miss it so I hurriedly left for the airport. 

The fight there was quick and there were no jams to cause any delays. The city of Boston Massachusetts is always down to earth. I have visited here more than a few times because my step father Victor has a real estate business here, so I know I need to be careful not to get seen around because Victor has men everywhere. 

I sat in the cab for what felt like hours. My legs weren’t moving and I was losing my confidence for some reason. Maybe I just don’t have enough evidence and I am not sure how to convince Mrs Aamada Ray. 

“Excuse me ma? Would you like to go somewhere else?” The cab driver asked me. 

“No, please I’m sorry.” My voice was a whisper. I was suddenly feeling drained and out of energy. I was starting to lose my confidence but I couldn't back down now. 

“I’m so sorry.” I added as I made my way out of his cab. I didn’t come with any luggage aside from my handbag and the documents I have in there. And plus I booked my flight back to New York in a few hours. I wouldn’t want anyone to notice I was gone. 

I stood at the front of Mrs Amanda’s mansion for a minute. I took a deep breath and before ringing the door bell. In less than a few seconds a lady comes out the door. From the looks I could tell she wasn’t Mrs Aamada Ray since she was dressed in a blue uniform. I think she must be her house help. 

“Good day miss, I am Aria Sinclair and I would like to see Mr Amanda Ray.” I try to sound direct. 

“Good day Mrs Aria please do you have an appointment?” She asked me. I didn’t think I would need an appointment to see her. She must be one hell of an important person. I guess I didn’t do my homework enough. 

“No I don’t, but I’m sure if you show her this I will get one.” I was confident so I took the file out from my bag and handed it to the lady. 

“Ok ma please come in and wait here.” She took me to the waiting room and she went ahead into the mansion to hand those files to Mrs Amanda. 

In less than a minute she was out. I knew it was going to work. But the words left me shattered. 

“Please ma you will have to leave, Mrs Amanda is out of the country.” That was a pure lie. 

“But you just…”

“Please you have to leave ma.” Her voice trembled as she handed the files back to me. I could see the fear in her eyes. I am not sure what she is afraid of but if I was the cause of it I am leaving. I’m not trying to drag another person into my mess or my revenge skims. 

I left immediately. I stood in the street of Boston disappointed. It definitely did not play out how I expected. I am sure Mrs Amanda was there but what I am confused about is why she wouldn’t want to meet with me. The evidence I gave to her is enough for her to open a case against Camille. 

It took me a loss of courage to follow this cause and a lot of confidence to come see Mrs Amanda in Boston and now I have to leave with nothing. She was my only piece and hope of taking Camille down. I have no evidence against her to put her behind bars for what she has done to me, but Mrs Amanda’s case and her ex husband Mr Patrick was a starting point for me to expose all of Camille’s evil deeds. 

I got into a cab and headed back for the airport. I was confused and I didn’t know what else to do. The papers in my hands felt useless. I was drained and my legs hurt. 

I got to the airport just in time for my flight. I was about to enter the plane when I stopped impulsively. 

I am not going to back down and I would do whatever it takes to make Mrs Amanda listen to me in the next twenty four hours. 

“Please excuse me.” I said as I came down from the plane and made my way out of the airport. I took the quickest cab I could find to a hotel. I’ve been there the majority of the time so I didn’t have a hard time getting a place. 

I needed to find out why Mrs Amanda turned down my request and I needed to do that before the next morning but first my most priority was to take care of my little one. Good thing we talked to Demien before I came to Boston so I can ignore his calls for the night and just tell him I slept off and I was tired. That way he wouldn’t suspect anything. 

I ordered some Italian dishes from room service. I enjoy the Italian food from this hotel a lot. But I began to feel a little nauseous and I didn’t get to enjoy the food as much as I thought I would. I took out time to also have a good bath and others for some clothes and skincare online that I would be using for my stay here in Boston. 

I was out of the shower and in my robes when the door bell rang. I guess my order was here. I put down the cup of green tea I was having to get it. And when I opened the door the delivery man was just standing right in front waiting for me. I was done signing and about to enter my room when I saw Mr step father victor coming out of another room. 

I quickly closed the door.  

What is he doing here? 

Did he see me?

Does he know I’m here? I threw questions at myself. 

This is crazy. I began to panic. This wasn’t the plan and it might just ruin everything if he found out I’m here. But on second thought it seems like he came to see someone and the Victor I know wouldn’t hesitate to come knock my door down if he found out I was in Boston without Demien. 

Just to be sure I called the receptionist area. They picked on the third ring as I waited nervously. 

“Hello this is Marriott Hotel. How may I help you?” The lady on the other side of the phone said. 

“Good day may I know if Mr Victor devereaux cheeked out of his room, I am his daughter.” I didn't want her to say she wouldn’t give out client information so I had to say that because one thing is for sure, they wouldn’t want to get on the victor's bad side. 

“I’m sorry ma but I do not have any record of Mr Victor devereaux currently logging at the hotel.” She responded. 

“Ok thank you.” I said and hung up. My instincts were right, he definitely came to visit someone. I wonder who it was. Whoever he came to visit was still in that room and I was going to find out. 

I threw on my coat. I gently opened my door and peeped to see if there was anyone around. I took a closer look at the room number. I went to call room service and make a complaint using the room code number. I patiently waited for them to arrive while I hid at a corner where no one would see me. 

In a few minutes room service arrived and with just pressing on the door bell one the door opened. 

She wasn’t familiar. Her red hair, pale white skin and golden eyes didn’t ring a bell. I am sure I haven’t seen her anywhere before. I was trying to figure out if I have seen her before while she was busy explaining that she didn’t call for room service. 

She was about to close her door when I quickly took a few pictures. I was going to find out who she is and why Victor came all the way to see her. Because if it was to satisfy his urge he could have done that with his whores in New York. There is definitely something more to this lady. 

But for the meantime I have enough on my plate and I need to figure out a way to meet with Mrs Amanda Ray and get her in on my plans.

I headed back to my hotel room and took time to do some research on Mrs Amanda Ray. She seems to be a lot more than I thought she would be. She was a business morgue and it happens that she is the reason for Mr Patrick, her ex-husband's wealth. But how did Camille manage to come into the picture because from what I can see Mr Patrick didn’t just leave his wife for her for no reason.