No More Waiting, She Chooses Love



I was definitely watching her, but for some reason, as I kept looking, she started to blur in front of my eyes.

Shaking my head, just as I was about to say something, Shirley chimed in, "It's not his wife having a dream; he said he wants to see you."

"What?" I hadn't even finished my question when Shirley became completely indistinct.

Next thing I knew, I felt someone lifting me, Shirley's voice whispering, "You need to rest for a bit."

Why should I sleep?

A voice inside me wondered, but my mouth wouldn't open.

I felt myself being helped up, but I couldn't open my eyes or speak.

I was put into a car, but as for where we were headed, I had no idea. All I knew was someone gave me water, and that's when I could finally open my eyes.

The first thing I saw was a tall, unfamiliar man, and yet, I recognized him. He was Mr. Clark's bodyguard.

Everything clicked when I remembered what Shirley had said just before I lost consciousness.

I shifted a bit and asked the man in front of me, "Where's Mr. Clark?"

But he ignored me, turning away and leaving me behind.

My hands and feet were tied; I couldn't move. Looking around, the place seemed to be an old auto repair shop, given the piles of worn-out tires not far from me.

After taking in my surroundings, I started to guess why Lord had kidnapped me. It wasn't hard to figure out; he probably didn't want me to know something he had done.

Clearly, nothing good was coming from this.

Suddenly, my heart started racing. I'm only human; facing death is terrifying.

But fear aside, I forced myself to stay calm, thinking since Lord's personal bodyguard was here and even bothered to wake me with water, Lord himself might show up soon.

Sure enough, not long after, I heard the sound of a car engine, followed by the bodyguard addressing someone respectfully.

The door to where I was held captive opened, and Lord walked in, today of all days dressed in all white, looking like he was off to some high class ceremonial gathering.

"Ah, young lady, we meet again," Lord said with a smile.

I wasn't afraid of him. "Mr. Clark, this isn't my idea of a pleasant meeting."

"Why bother with me if you dislike it so much? Hmm?" He stood before me as the bodyguard brought over a chair for him to sit.

"If you hadn't troubled my family first, why would I bother with you?" I retorted, Shirley's words echoing in my mind.

Lord laughed. "So, you've found out. But it doesn't matter anymore."

His indifference was astounding.

"What do you mean, 'it doesn't matter'? Are you admitting to murder?" My voice shook.

"Correct. Your parents' driver was bribed by me. He tampered with the brakes," Lord confessed with unsettling ease, as if the lives he ruined meant nothing.

"Why? Why would you do that?" I asked, bewildered.

Lord shrugged. "No reason, really. Just a whim, you know how unpredictable my moods can be."

How could I believe that?

Even if he was evil, there was no way he'd target innocent people without reason. There had to be a reason behind my parents' deaths.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

While I was lost in thought, Lord

shook his head at me. "Young lady, I

warned you. Your parents are gone. Stop digging into how they died. Just live your life well from now on. Why can't you just listen?"

I looked at him, a mocking smile forming on my lips. "I'm human, Mr. Clark. I have emotions. I can't simply ignore my own parents' deaths."

"The result of your concern is leading yourself to the grave," Lord said darkly.

But I wasn't scared. "Since you've laid it out plainly, it seems I won'tzbe leaving here alive today. If that's the case, why not let me die knowing the truth? Why target my parents? What did they ever do to you?"