Chapter 06 Eric
I was at the nightclub, enjoying the night when I saw Guilda entering the restroom. After a few minutes, I followed her.
When I arrived, I found Guilda feeling unwell and sitting on the bathroom floor. I quickly helped her up and took her to my car, which was parked outside the club. I didn't attract attention, and people lost in their own worlds were oblivious to my actions.
As we walked, Guilda still seemed a bit dizzy, but I managed to support her and help her into the car. My men already knew the protocol and were following me.
My fiancée doesn't know what awaits her; her father's power won't reach me.
During the drive to my house, she remained unconscious. I didn't mind her awkward body since everything about her would be out of place soon. When we finally arrived, the guards took her to the basement, where some of my men would follow the protocol. Guilda would be well-hosted there for several weeks, if she endured.
Today was an exhausting day, and finally encountering that wretched woman did me good. She would pay with blood. It was a relief to feel my body relaxing on the bed and let my mind wander into a deep sleep.
Weeks later...
Upon waking up, I felt a strange sensation as I left my room and found Ariele sitting at the table. She was reading a book, and her face seemed worried. I couldn't help but admire her, even though it was early. Ariele always woke up early, but now, seeing her like this, awake and concerned, made me realize how accustomed I've become to her presence.
Still, I couldn't help but approach her and try to talk. I knew she wasn't easy to win over, but I couldn't resist trying. Ariele was different from all the women I had met before, and I was determined to make her give me a chance.
I preferred to have my breakfast in silence. My mind was swirling with ways to extract blood from this whore.
I read the message her father sent me earlier. The bastard thought he had some advantage over me. I wouldn't mind eliminating both him and his wretched spawn, along with anyone else who dared to cross my path.
The message read:
Clésio,
"No matter what she's done. She's my daughter, and I demand that you return her immediately. If you don't, I will make sure you regret it," he threatened.
I knew he was a powerful and influential man, but I was much more. I didn't respond; he was unsure of everything and would remain blind to the truth for the rest of his life.
I went down to the basement as expected. Romero had already come to visit her today. The basement was filthy and devoid of any luxury.
My treacherous ex-fiancée, wounded and hurt, looked at me, devoid of hope in her eyes. I confess I felt an inner satisfaction seeing her in that state.
I always knew she wasn't trustworthy, but I let myself be swayed by her charms. She betrayed me and shattered my heart, but now she's paying for it.
I looked at her with disdain, unable to stop the joy I felt seeing her suffer. She deserved everything she was going through and would never have the chance to betray again.
I gave Guilda everything, the world at her feet, but it seemed Carlito's cock was better. I don't feel remorse; I want to see her destroyed, stripped, and bathed in blood, as humiliated as I felt in her betrayal. Now she's in my hands, and I have the power to decide her fate.
Romero will play with her some more; I don't tolerate rape, but this bitch won't receive mercy from me. She'll know, before dying, who she truly played with.
The dress from that night is torn, pure rags. I didn't care what she was doing in my club; I just left her here that night, and over these weeks, she's been destroyed day after day.
Between torture sessions, Romero amuses himself between her legs. I let Carlito watch from another cell, the whole scene. They really thought they could deceive me.
But their torture was far from over; a slow death was a privilege they wouldn't have.
After a long day working on the security of our base, I needed a relaxing shower to relieve stress. I was utterly exhausted but needed to be alert and ready for any emergencies. So, I went to my room and started to undress, preparing to step into the shower.
As soon as I entered the bathroom, I let the warm water flow over my body, giving me a sense of comfort and relaxation.
But suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughter and voices in the next room. I quickly dried myself and, curious, decided to investigate. When I opened the door, I found Ariele playing with my niece, both laughing and having fun.
I observed the scene, enchanted by their interaction. Ariele was so sweet and kind to my niece, and it seemed so natural for her to care for her. That's when I realized that I was enjoying Ariele's presence more and more.
While I watched, Ariele noticed me and smiled.
"Hello, Mr. Greco," she said, still playing with my niece.
I smiled at Ariele, feeling happy to see her getting along with my family. She didn't treat me with contempt in front of Toni, and that was very beneficial.
"Hello. I like seeing you having fun with my niece."
Ariele smiled again and continued playing with Toni. I still kept her at a distance, but not in front of Toni. For my niece, we were just the boss and the employee.
Toni hoped that I would give her mother a chance.
I stood there for a few minutes, watching their interaction, feeling more and more drawn to Ariele with each passing second. That's when I realized that I was beginning to develop stronger feelings for her.
With a sigh, I decided to leave them be and go back to my shower. I needed to calm down and organize my thoughts. But I knew that from that moment on, I wouldn't be able to ignore my feelings for Ariele. I was starting to feel possessive about her presence and her entire existence.