Luca is sick
Aria's POV
The next morning, came quickly... quicker than I had hoped for, despite the nightmare I had. We arrived late from the party, and before I slept, it was already this morning, but I still managed to rest for a while before Fiona knocked and announced it was time for breakfast.
I took my bath and got dressed before heading downstairs.
For the last time I had eaten at this huge mansion, it had been only me and myself at the dining table.
Fiona served me my food, and then I would return to my room.
But right at the moment, I saw someone else seated at the dining table.
A person whom I detested even more overnight because I had a terrible dream.
That Luca did the same thing he did to Noel's mum to me, only that mine was worse.
He completely disfigured my face and that stupid smile of his was plastered on his face.
My body trembled as a shiver ran down my spine.
Seeing him present here only made me relieved of that dream, and it was terrible.
But I was bound to see him, more so because I needed to get myself 'into his heart' as Noel would put it.
So I shoved down the hate I had for him down my throat, and smiled... Coming down the stairs slowly.
Luca suddenly raised his head, and his eyes met with mine.
My feet froze, and so did the smile I had forced to my face.
The guy was dressed in a white round neck shirt and long pants. He let his head fly messily on his head.
This was the face of the man who was even more cruel than a monster. A killer... This was his face.
That was the one mistake God made.
Making him look so good.
But at the moment, I found that perfect face disgusting.
"Deep breaths, Aria, you have to do this," I spoke to myself, exhaling from my mouth, then I resumed my walk down the stairs.
Surprisingly, my table was set on the chair beside Luca.
So no matter how much I loathed him, I still had to sit beside him.
I bit down on the inner part of my lower lip before stretching it into a smile. "Good morning Mr. Luca." I greeted him taking a seat.
"Mr?" Luca raised a brow, a side of his lips rose in amusement. "That's new."
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I picked up the cutlery and began eating.
I hated him that doesn't mean I was going to reject food.
No.
Throughout the meal, none of us spoke. We ate it in silence.
But I could feel Luca's gaze on me.
It felt... curious.
As if I were some creature he had never seen in his life.
I didn't bother to acknowledge it.
Yes, I was going to try to name him for me, but that means I was going to start immediately.
I couldn't even bear to look at his face at the moment without feeling the urge to throw up.
Luca finished his meal before me.
I wonder how that was possible since he spent most of the time staring at my face.
Curiously, I turned to look at his plate.
He barely touched it. Luca barely touched his food yet he was done.
Well... I sincerely didn't mind.
If he likes, he could starve himself to death, I didn't care. That would only make my job easier.
I kept on eating.
Luca stood up. He walked just a few feet away from the dining table when suddenly.
"Thump!"
I heard a loud sound and my spoon fell from my hand.
It sounded like someone fell.
I turned back to have a look, and I felt my stomach drop.
"Luca..."
Luca fell!
Slowly, my cortisol and adrenaline levels began to rise as I stared at his body, which lay on the floor without any movement.
Fiona ran out from the kitchen towards his side. "Boss, boss..." Her screams alerted Payson who came out from God knows where and rushed towards Luca.
His eyes met mine, it was just for a second... But for the first time since I met him, I saw emotions in them.
I saw fear... And pain.
And also... Suspicion?
Wait...
My eyes went even wider.
Did he think that I have anything to do with this? That I would openly jeopardize my safety and poison Luca?
Payson's gaze on me lasted for less than a second before it returned to the man lying unmoving on the floor. "Let's get him up." He said to Fiona.
Both of them lifted him and took him up the stairs while I just stared.
That...
That was the great Luca.
Someone that I had trauma just thinking about how to destroy him.
But he just fainted?
I dragged the chair I sat in back, standing up from my seat.
"Something isn't right." I thought out loud as I followed them up the stairs.
My pace slowed as I got closer to his room... At least the room I saw Payson and Fiona go into at least.
Payson came out a few seconds later and I hid myself, hugging the nearest wall.
I watched as Payson took out his phone and called someone. "Doctor, it's happened again. He's unconscious."
Doctor? My curiosity was piqued even more.
Happened again?
Something like this had happened before?
So wait... Payson knew it wasn't my fault?
I leaned against the corner to listen more.
Payson was quiet for a while, probably because the Doctor was speaking to him. "I don't think he took it. Come over and check the situation out." As soon as he finished speaking, Payson looked in my direction.
My heart got caught in my throat.
I moved away as quickly as possible and hid behind the wall, my hands closed.
Fuck... Fuck... Fuck!
I could hear my heart beating loudly without the need for a stethoscope.
My entire body shook in fright.
Did... Did he see me?
I expected Payson to just appear beside me, to terrify the hell out of me but... It didn't happen. Instead, I heard the sound of the door being opened and closed.
As soon as the ghost was clear, I rushed down the stairs towards the other direction, my heart beating like a thousand drums.
Payson didn't see me. Payson didn't see me.
I chanted to myself to calm my raging heart. My back rested on the wall as my chest rose and fell. My breathing was fast... I couldn't catch it.
As fearful as I was... There was also hope that rose in my heart hearing what Payson had said.
I left the door to the bedside drawer to grab my phone and I dialed the only number I could call. My breathing refused to calm down, and so did my heartbeat.
The phone took a long time to be answered and that only added to my anxiety.
Finally, he picked up.
"Noel... I got great news."
"What is it? You called me early in the morning for..."
"Luca is sick."