Chapter 2 No.2

Evelina POV:

The darkness was absolute, a heavy blanket that pressed down on me, stealing my breath. The air was stale, thick with the scent of dust and disuse. My arms still stung where the guards had gripped them, and a dull ache throbbed in my elbow from where I'd hit the doorframe. My heart hammered against my ribs, not from fear, but from a cold, furious indignation. This wasn't just an insult; it was an assault.

A faint click, then the door creaked open, spilling a sliver of light across the floor. Kesha stood there, her silhouette framed by the brighter corridor behind her. Her eyes, magnified by the dimness, glistened with malicious satisfaction. She stepped inside, and the door clicked shut again, plunging us back into near-total darkness, save for the faint glow of her phone screen.

Before I could even speak, a sharp, stinging slap landed across my face. My head snapped to the side, the impact echoing in the small, enclosed space. A gasp escaped my lips, and my cheek burned. The taste of blood filled my mouth.

"That was for trying to ruin my evening," Kesha hissed, her voice low and menacing, a stark contrast to her public persona. "And for daring to claim what's mine. Edward's success, Edward's company, Edward's gallery. Not yours, you pathetic liar." Her words were laced with a venom that made my stomach churn. She truly believed it. She truly believed Edward's charade.

My head swam, the room tilting. Pain, sharp and biting, spread through my jaw. But it was the betrayal, raw and festering, that truly sickened me. "Edward didn't build King Ventures," I managed, my voice hoarse. "I did. Every single penny. He's been living off me for years."

Kesha let out another one of her grating laughs. "Oh, you're delusional, aren't you? Edward told me all about you. A desperate, obsessed ex who can't let go. You think you can waltz in here, tell lies, and steal my man's legacy? Guards! Teach this psycho a lesson she won't forget!"

The door flew open again, and the two guards from before stepped in, their faces grim. My heart sank. This was it. Edward had truly abandoned me.

"Hold her down," Kesha commanded, her voice gaining a cruel edge.

Strong hands seized my shoulders, twisting my arms behind my back. A rough hand clamped over my mouth, stifling any sound. The world dissolved into a blur of motion and muffled impacts. A sickening thud echoed from the concrete walls, followed by a fire that bloomed in my ribs, stealing my breath. I struggled, but my body felt like a puppet in their hands, each movement met with an invisible, crushing force. My vision swam with tears and exploding stars of pain, the taste of blood thick and metallic on my tongue. It felt like fire, like shattered glass grinding inside me.

"Still think you own anything, Evelina?" Kesha taunted, her voice echoing in the darkness. "You're nothing. Just a sad, desperate woman. Edward told me you'd try something like this. Always causing drama, always jealous."

"I'm his daughter," I choked out, desperation lacing my voice. "Call Edward! Ask him! He'll tell you!"

"He already did," she sneered. "He said you're a deranged stalker. A grifter trying to extort money from him." The words were like another physical blow. Edward. My own father. He had painted me as the villain.

Kesha signaled the guards, and they paused, releasing their hold on me slightly. I slumped against the wall, gasping, my body trembling uncontrollably. My head spun, a dizzying whirlwind of pain and disbelief.

Then Kesha was in front of me, her knee pressing hard into my thigh, pinning me. Her face, illuminated by her phone, was inches from mine. Her eyes were alight with a chilling glee. "Now, listen carefully. Edward is a generous man. He's willing to overlook this little 'incident' if you cooperate. You'll sign an NDA, stating you'll never approach him or me again, and you'll disappear. In exchange, he'll give you... a small token. For your 'troubles'."

"A token?" I coughed, a bitter laugh bubbling up, which quickly turned into a painful wheeze. "You think you can buy my silence?"

"And a little extra for my emotional distress," she added, her smile widening into a predatory grin. "It's been a very upsetting evening. Let's call it a settlement. A clean break. Otherwise, I'll press charges for assault, trespassing, and attempted extortion. And trust me, dear, Edward has enough influence to make sure you rot in a cell you actually do belong in."

"I... I can't just 'disappear'," I wheezed, trying to regulate my ragged breathing. "I have proof of my identity. My passport, my company ID... call the police, they'll verify who I am."

Kesha rolled her eyes, her lips pursed in irritation. "Stop with the fantasy, darling. Nobody cares about your fake ID. My word, and Edward's, is all that matters here." She turned to the guards. "She's resisting. Make her understand."

Another wave of pressure, a sickening jolt that made my head hit the concrete wall with a dull thud. My body screamed in protest, each muscle aching, each bone protesting. A primal fear, cold and sharp, pierced through my rage. These people were serious. They weren't just humiliating me; they were trying to break me. They might even kill me.

My hand instinctively went to my pocket, searching for my phone. It was still there, miraculously. My fingers fumbled with the screen, trying to unlock it. I had to get help. I had to get out.

"Fine!" I gasped, the word torn from my raw throat. "I'll pay." My voice was barely a whisper. Any resistance now was suicide.

Kesha's eyes glittered, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "Good girl. Smart choice." She signaled the guards again, and they finally released me completely. I slumped to the floor, panting, my vision swimming.

She crouched down, her breath hot on my face, a repulsive parody of concern. "My pain and suffering, however, has a price. Twenty-five thousand. For the damage you've caused. And the inconvenience."

My body was screaming in protest, every nerve-ending alight with agony. But my mind was clearer than it had ever been. The pain was just a dull throb now, overshadowed by a chilling resolve. Edward had chosen his side. And he would pay. They both would.

I ignored Kesha, fumbling with my phone again, my fingers trembling. I needed Brennan. He was the only one who could get me out of this. The screen glowed faintly, illuminating my bruised face. I typed out a quick message, my fingers clumsy with pain.

"Brennan," I whispered, my voice rough. "I need a wire transfer. To Kesha Poole. Twenty-five thousand. Immediately."

A beat of silence on the other end, then Brennan's voice, laced with concern. "Evelina? What's going on? You sound... off. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Just... do it, Brennan," I cut him off, my voice sharp with urgency. "No questions. Now." I couldn't risk Kesha hearing more. I ended the call abruptly, my thumb pressing down hard on the screen.

Kesha, meanwhile, stood up, a smug look on her face. "Twenty-five thousand, Evelina. So much for your little act of being a billionaire. You're nothing but a cheap grifter, after all." She chuckled, a sound that grated on my raw nerves. "Edward was right about you. He always is."

She thought she had won. She thought she had broken me. She had no idea who she was dealing with. Not yet.