Chapter 62 AN ANGEL IN HELL
My heart tightened within my chest as I saw her by the door, staring back at me like I was a piece of garbage— an entity that should not be in existence in the very fabric of reality.
“How…” I tried to say, my words hitching in my throat as they failed me, my mind filled with thousands of possibilities with the appearance of this woman at the door.
It was Madam Adele and I couldn't keep up with the unending surprises I had been getting served almost all day.
“How is this possible?” I finally managed to say, my words still heavy within my throat. “How can you be here?”
I could see Madam Adele shake her head briefly, the look of disgust which she had in her eyes for me never leaving.
What could she possibly be doing here? The only plausible answer to these heavy questions within my head was that Madam Adele had probably switched sides and had betrayed the Devereaux family and now works for Sergie DeLuca.
But why? Why would she choose to be in Sergie DeLuca’s side suddenly when she has a daughter that has the Devereaux blood running through her veins?
Was this all because of me again? Could she possibly be the one behind my failed plot for an escape and not Leah?
For this, I couldn't jump to a conclusion yet as all the letters that had been written to me tailored accordingly to aid my smooth escape from the Devereaux mansion have all been rewritten by Leah.
For a brief moment, a single algorithm in the form of another thought struck my mind like shooting stars. I had never actually received any letter from Leah first hand, they all had been there, waiting for me with Leah never in sight.
The last time I had seen her was the night before the Blue Dragon Party when she had told me Santiano Rafael Devereaux needed me by his side and the only way I could possibly get away from him was to be with him and after that night, not even her shadow had crossed my sight.
It was as if Leah had never existed and all that was left of her were her letters to me which I suddenly have been forced to have second thoughts about as Madam Adele had suddenly come into the picture at a place you h the Santiano Rafael Devereaux would have sworn never to return to after the failed deal that involved me as a clause for the deal between the Devereaux family and the DeLuca family to come into existence.
Madam Adele, who was still standing straight by the door like the ruthless head maid she had always been, pushed the door open further and a number of girls began to flood into the room, heading towards the bed I was laying just the same way it had happened when I arrived at the Devereaux mansion.
They untied the bound around my wrist without breaking a word and Madam Adele wouldn't budge out of her mean devilish look, her gaze evenly fixed on me like I could disappear with the wind if she shifted her gaze away from me— even for a brief second.
I didn't struggle with the girls as I let them untie the bound around my wrist, my eyes slowly monitoring them as they worked harmoniously to get things done fast.
When they had unknotted the bound, the look in their eyes read I should step out of the bed and even before anything could happen, I knew they had probably received instructions from Sergie DeLuca for them to wash off all the impurities I might have sticking with me from he Devereaux mansion or from Santiano Rafael Devereaux himself.
It was exactly like the same way it had happened with Rafael, just the same way he had ordered me to be cleaned up from whatever I had stuck with me from Dylan Smith.
The cycle repeating itself with me was hilarious to my thoughts as each new man I had gauged up in my life seemed to harbor a lot of hatred for the last one.
Before I could spell Jack Robinson, I had been cleaned up from the filth of the underground tunnel I had crawled out from and the only two piece set wear I was forced to put on was a pair of lingerie that barely left anything to one's imagination— so to say, I was practically almost naked.
Everything happened so fast that I barely had a chance to respond to anything and before I knew it, I had been tossed into a glass container which seemed more like a show glass or a mini prison.
“Let me out at once!” I cried defiantly like they would listen to me, but the more I tried, the more it seemed like I wasn't even speaking to any of them.
Not very long, some men came into the room. The look on their faces was well toned, a testament to how serious and heavy on business they were.
Despite the suit they all were padded in, these men lifted the show glass I had been tossed in and began to move it like it was nothing.
My tears had found their way out of my eyes again as the realization that the auction for me was about to start.
“Is there really going to be an end to all of this?” I cried, growing extremely restless as I had no one to turn to, not in the little demeaning prison I have been bound to.
The show glass jiggled as we moved, but I forced myself to stay at the third corner, curling up my legs together to cover up some more skin of my body.
And for a brief moment, with my tears still stinging my phone eyes, they wandered about briefly, catching a sight before me, walking through the door at a very far end away from my direction was whom I thought to be an angel in hell.
It was him, walking into the place with his men cordially assembled behind him like the ever ready men they were— finally, he was here, the man I wanted so badly— Santiano Rafael Devereaux.