The Billionaire's Sex Slave novel Chapter 43

“Sod it!” she said, firing the rifle once again. People had already stopped yelling because they were afraid that if they did, it would be to them to where she'd fire the gun. “You're the son of a b*tch. Are you the cause of my sister's tears? Do you realize what you got yourself into?” She took the pointed rifle from Cassandra and aimed it at me. She strolled as though she was having fun. I'd swear she was walking under the moon by the way she walked.

I had just heard the sound of the rifle, and its point was already centered on my forehead since my brain was over trembling from something else. Even though there was no saliva coming from my tongue, I swallowed as if it would rescue me.

“From then until now, you've impeded everything. Did you realize that if I fire this firearm at your head, no one will come after me? That no one will know I did it?" She took the gun out of my head, but I was still restless. She aimed the rifle at the crowd. “Even these people will be dumb?”

I couldn't respond to what she said. Andrius and I live in an out-of-the-ordinary world. It was a world apart from the one I had known. His realm is in heaven, but the stain is evil, and I am on Earth. If only he would give my kid and me this type of life. I just will not accept it. I'd rather have the typical dilemma than the ones I didn't commit.

I was trembling. I wanted to tell her that I had no idea what she was saying. I'd want to claim that Andrius and I have been estranged for a long time and that he is the only one who pesters me, but I can't open my lips. I believe that if I talk to defend myself, she would not listen to me since their minds are preoccupied with their opinions. I'm not sure what I did wrong to Beatrice and Andrius' mothers, or why they were so displeased with me.

I didn't do anything else but let the time pass, hoping that someone would come to rescue us, but horror welled up in my heart as Stanley gently lowered Cassandra. Because the man with the pistol pointing at him was also gazing at us, he didn't notice Stanley moving. When I returned my sight to the woman in front of me, I noticed her grin. I didn't make any move toward her to alert her to the fact that something was going on behind her; I was merely staring at Stanley at the moment.

I sighed a sigh of relief as he placed Cassandra on the floor since she didn't cry. My anxiousness was a mix of panic and worry, I had damp hands, couldn't tell how fast my heart was racing, and something was in my stomach. It seemed like if I needed to go to the restroom or as if feathers were fluttering about within my tummy.

When Stanley shoved the man, I was almost out of breath. All the armed guys were focused on us, with the woman in front of me as the focal point, so they had no idea what was going on with the one with them. I tried not to look at Stanley, since it may be the reason he died. He twisted his neck as he touched the man. I closed my eyes because I wanted to avoid watching what he was doing.

But whatever optimism that had arisen in my heart at the prospect of our escaping uninjured was dashed. It crumbled, much like a landslide that suddenly fell because it couldn't cope any longer. I attempted to open my eyes to tell myself that what I was witnessing was a dream, but the frantic individuals proved that it was not. That nothing lies at all. Sadness, bitterness, fear, and fury flooded my heart. Even if I push myself to pay attention to what is going on, I feel as if I have blacked out.

“STANLEY! “ Aunt Lennie shouted as she realized what had occurred.

I'm not sure how it happened, how Stanley's body ended up on the floor with Cassandra, whom he was going to hoist again. I couldn't tell if the blood on the floor was real, since I couldn't hear any gunshots.

I've completely lost myself. I didn't care if this woman will kill me. I just want to crawl over to my daughter and Stanley. When I got up, I fell again due to the gown, leaving me with little choice except to crawl. I crawl like a worm and seem like pursued by people and soon will kill me after stepping.

“FUCK! CALL CARL! WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THE SHOOTING?! WE'RE JUST GOING TO SCARE THEM!” What the woman said just entered my ear and then passed through to the other side.

“MISS TESSA! WE HAVE THE ANSWER! HE WAS JUST SURPRISED BECAUSE HIS BROTHER WAS KILLED BY SIR STANLEY.” Armed men gather, and some visitors assembled because of fear. Nobody is attempting to open the door.

“SHIT! GET STARTED! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!” The door sprang open. But before I heard the opening, I heard objects that sounded like they had been thrown on the floor.

I was there when the light peered out to ensure that the door was open. I'm not sure what's going on anymore, since the hatred that has engulfed my heart has taken over. The outcry of my heart is louder than the ones shouting right now…scarier than the people here today.

“Stanley… Child. P-please wake up.” Aunt Lennie's screams were no longer quantifiable. Seeing your child in that situation is like witnessing your death.

I came near to their place, and my daughter was lifeless. Her head is still bleeding from the bullet that hit it. I lifted her, who was still gripping Stanley's chest at the moment.

Cassandra's father is Stanley. He was the only one I could swear was my daughter's genuine father because of the way he held her with his dying breaths. Even though they didn't share the same blood, he was the one who was involved with my daughter and protected Cassandra.

Perhaps my heart, mind, and eyes will never be fatigued. Because as one problem goes away, another develops.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” I howled out my anguish. Because of the scream that I let out, my throat was nearly tired as if a sword had passed through it. Tears streamed down my cheeks as if life had buried me to see them in this position. It was as if my heart had vanished; I couldn't feel it. the poison consumed the searing grief. I almost took a knife to stab my body in the tremendous misery I'm experiencing right now. Because I don't want this suffering, I want to bury a sword in my heart.

Cry. Shout. Sob. I accomplished all of that, but Stanley never stood up to say it was all a joke. My daughter did not wake up hungry and asked for milk. I turned to face Aunt Lennie, who was now reclining against one of the church seats. Uncle Dominador is not seen to me.

I just caressed Stanley and Cassandra's cheek. I want them to get up and answer my questions. How about me? How will I move when I wake up, and they are gone? How can I step if, at every step I take, they are the ones I see? I want them to open their eyes to tell me that everything will be just fine. I want Stanley to hug me again like he often does whenever a nightmare visits me.

I just stood there staring at their features. Look back and forth, memorizing every shape of their face, since I know this is the final time I'll be able to do so. Stanley's hazel eyes have disappeared completely, replaced with serene eyes as if he's escorting you up the mountain, so you may smile. It seemed as if Stanley was following me around with his gaze. That is something I will never see again.