Chapter 22 : THE GARDEN KEYS

FRANCESCA’S POV

Diana D'Angelo… How I hate the name and the wench who bears it. I have thought of ways to get rid of her silently but it hasn't been possible.

I won't watch her steal my man away from me,  I also do not want to believe Enzo's aim for not giving her to Carlos was because he felt guilty and wanted to make it up to her.

Damn it!

I had left Enzo's room this morning in anger, I didn't want to believe he had anything to do with her but that doesn't stop me from preventing further occurrences.

I would watch Enzo's every move and make sure those two are not together.

“I wish I could end her life right now.” I mumbled slowly as I grabbed my phone. I surfed a bit on the net and flinged my phone on the bed.

I was so bored and it was driving me crazy. Enzo was not around and I wasn't meeting my girlfriends until later that night.

A knock on my door got me curious and I stood up to unlock it. “ Who is there?” I asked

“It is Alice Ma'am.” The tiny voice answered and I twitched my mouth in disapproval. These maids without any ounce of respect have been giving so much freedom, how dare this wretch try to ruin my afternoon.

“What do you want?” I asked and there was a slight hesitation before she replied.

“I was asked to get the garden keys from you.” She spoke and my face changed to a frown.

“Garden keys? Who asked you to get them?” I asked. When Enzo gave me a spare to his precious garden, it was something I had always cherished. And if Enzo wasn't around, who would need the keys to access his garden.

“Mr Franco.” The girl replied and I raised my brows quizzically. But either way, I sourced for the keys in my wardrobe and handed it over to her.

“Bring it to me once he's done using it.” I spoke in all seriousness and she nodded before scurrying off.

Why did Franco demand the keys to the garden? Doesn't he also have a spare? He is Enzo's right hand man so obviously he has. Except he lost them…

Shrugging my thoughts off the matter,I tried to rest but there was a feeling I was getting that I didn't like so I stood up and decided to go to the garden. I haven't really been there, it would be a good way to spend some time.

As I stepped my foot in the garden, there was something odd and different… Franco wasn't here and no maid was seen either. Why then were the garden doors opened?

I walked a distance, trying to admire the flowers in the garden when my eyes caught sight of a familiar figure. My eyes darkened and I balled my fist tightly.

Diana turned around and glanced wryly at me before she continued looking around.

Such audacity!

“How dare you step your filthy legs in my garden!” I started, raising my voice in anger.

Diana ignored me and continued touching the plants, her attention drawn to the plants than me. I gritted my teeth in anger and walked closer to her.

“I am talking to you bitch. Get the hell out of here or else.”

“What would you do? Beat me?” She asked nonchalantly.

“It's such a petty thing to do, I don't touch filthy people.” I started with a smirk on my face. An idea crossed my mind and I decided to taunt her small.

“I am sure Enzo despises filthy people and you aren't exempted.

He is only keeping you alive because of my brother.” I mumbled.

“You mean the same Enzo that was all over me last night?” She asked and I raised my brows, quite startled

“Oh, you look surprised. Enzo touched me…a filth and made love to me.” She continued and I gritted my teeth.

“You are a liar! Enzo wouldn't stoop so low to do that! Stop lying.” I countered halfheartedly, a part of me wanted to believe what she said because I saw him coming from her room earlier that morning.

Or was she saying this to spite me?

“Enzo and I have been childhood sweethearts. Didn't he tell you?” She asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. I knew she was trying to get on my toes and I wasn't going to call for any of it.

“And so what? Huh? You could be childhood sweethearts but he's my fiancé. We make love every time and he's hell crazy about me.” I defended coldly not wanting to get defeated by this low life bitch.

“Well…no one can forget his first love.” She spoke and I clenched my fist. I shouldn't overreact to make my plans a success, I should let go of my anger.

Breathing calmly, I gave her a quick smile and stepped an inch closer to her. “ I am his present, you're his past.” I started, touching her fringes and tucking it slowly behind her ears.

“A quick advice, if you want to live long, Stay away from Enzo and I will spare you. But if you don't, I don't mind making you see Maria in various ways.” I whispered to her ears and pushed her away. I could feel her jolt at the tone of my voice.

Yes, that was what I wanted, the fear in her, I was going to torture her slowly until she commits suicide. I would continue to taunt her until she gives up.

Feeling fulfilled, I left her at the garden and dialed my friend's number.

“Hi, rosey. How about a week with me with the girls in Enzo's house?”

“Of course, it would be a pleasure to toss that bitch for you and make her miserable.”

I smiled, knowing what was going to happen if my girlfriends came over.

“ hmmmmm I am down to end you, Diana.”