Chapter 2 That Kassandra Tyler

Gabriel's POV

Her eyes were like the sun. It was fierce, serious, and on fire. She brings chills down my spine because it never happens. I was trained to control the emotions that I should show.

How to impersonate them in specific situations and how powerful I am. I have the power to control my life and take everything that I desire. No one should stop me and if there is someone.

They should close their eyes and lay down in their coffins. But this woman... how did she stop me and instilled fear in my heart?

"Markus, take the car!" I command. Because of my job, I was already familiar with and an expert in first-aid procedures.

Markus runs outside. I rip off my coat and wrap her wounds. I shouldn't move the knife. I slowly carried her up the aisle. I don't care about that damn wedding anymore. My car stops in front of me.

Markus opens the door, and I slowly lay her down. We get in the car and leave the church. He drove the car to the nearest hospital in the area.

"Emergency!" Markus says.

The hospital personnel seem to recognize us. When I told them she had a gunshot wound, they rushed her into the operating room. Her pulses are faint, but she's still breathing. We take a seat outside the operating room.

After a few minutes, I saw Harvey and Kayla approaching us. I stood up and glared at them. Harvey looks at me with the same eyes. Markus gets in between us.

"Enough! both of you! Look what happened because of the silly actions that both of you took! I'm tired of getting in between you!" Markus roared.

His eyes show how serious he is. Both of us retreated and took a seat. Kayla is no longer wearing her wedding gown. The doctor came out and looked at us. He must be wandering. Who among us is her family?

"What happened?" I ask. I can tell that he brings bad news.

"She needs a blood transfusion. But her blood type is one of the rarest ones. She's type AB+, and we need it quickly."

"I'm AB+." I remark. He looks worried and hesitant.

"Just do it," I stated.

He sighed and told me to follow him. I walk into the operating room. The nurse starts to extract my blood as soon as I lie down on the hospital bed. After a few minutes, they gathered the four bags that they needed.

After two hours of operation, she was transferred to a VIP room. She was saved, and for the first time, I was relieved that my weapon didn't damage her internal organs.

Harvey and Kayla insist on staying until that woman wakes up. The nurse needs to ask about her personal details when she comes back to check on her situation. But who is she anyway?

"Sir, how can we answer the nurse? We don't have any idea about her," Markus says.

I turn around and face her. I also asked for a bed because I was dizzy after I donated my blood.

"She looks familiar." I think I saw her somewhere. Kayla says.

"I think I know who she is," Harvey says. He looks at her.

"She's the heiress of Tyler Group. She is Kassandra Tyler."

"Kassandra Tyler? The one who kidnapped her stepsister on her wedding day?" Kayla says. She looks at her. I look at Markus.

"You know what to do," I remark.

He nods and leaves the room. I know he will call our intelligence team to work on this woman's background. I closed my eyes, and I knew Harvey wouldn't dare to kill, especially since we were in the hospital.

"You can leave her with us. I will never trust her to someone like you. You're a monster," Kayla remarked.

I just scoffed and ignored her. A monster? I was raised to be one and throw away my humanity. Nobody ever taught me the opposite. I turned around and decided to go to sleep. I need to rest and recuperate.

When I open my eyes, it's already morning, and those two are sleeping on the couch. I saw their wedding ring, and I guess they finalized their wedding ceremony and followed us here. I look at that woman, and she's still sleeping soundly.

"No! No! Wait!" she yelled, and her face was turning from her sides. I think she is having a nightmare. I tap her cheeks.

"Hey, wake up. Wake up!" I remark.

She gasps and opens her eyes. She looks at me and looks around the room. Those couple wakes up and they glared at me. Marks came in, and he's holding a paper bag. I think he bought us some breakfast.

"Where am I?" she asks. Kayla looks at her with gentle eyes.

"Don't worry. You are safe now. Do you want some water?"

"You... did you grant my favor?" she asks while staring at Harvey. Is she talking about what she said yesterday?

"Yes. As you can see, he is standing there. Don't worry about your expenses here. I'll take care of it," Harvey replied.

"I'm glad. Can I talk to him privately, and then I'll talk to you guys after? Is that okay?" she asks. Kayla nodded and faced me.

"You better not do anything. If something bad happens, you know what will happen next if something bad happens," Kayla threatens.

"Let's go. Remember what Kayla says," Harvey added. They left, and when the door closed, Markus guarded the door.

"Who are you?" I ask. I want to know if she will tell me the truth. I wonder if she'll deny that she's Kassandra Tyler, an heiress.

"Gabriel Cassano, a ruthless man, but one who is admired by women who love bad boys. I'm sorry for interrupting yesterday. When I heard your plans while talking to your assistant, my instinct kicked in. I remember everything that I did, and I want to save you from having the same fate as mine," she whispers.

I can see the tears that brim over her eyes. She must be Kassandra. Harvey's claim seems to be true. I slid into the chair and took a seat.

"I will never be like you. Even if I killed them both, it's easy for me to twist the laws. I have no parents or even grandparents who can kick me out. How can I end up like you? You are a homeless person now, aren't you?" I ask.

She laughs bitterly. She shows what she really feels. Her face and eyes express her pain and loneliness. What is wrong with me? How can I find myself sorry for this bitch? She stops me from acquiring my happiness.

I shouldn't show such empathy. This is something I never do to anyone, not even Kayla. especially when I kidnapped her and forced her to love me. I pampered her and even showed gentleness to her, but she kept betraying me and escaping as always.

"If you killed them both, do you think you would be happy?"

"Of course. I will be very happy. Isn't that obvious, huh?"

"No... you will never be happy. While thinking about and planning your revenge, you will think you were. But when you did it, what was left for you was emptiness. You will never be happy, and the void that was in your heart is scarier than being killed. Your heart will feel cold, and the pain will be like a thousand needles pricking every cell in your body. It is far deeper than death. That's why I stopped you and that man," she murmurs.

She looks at me and meets my gaze as if she wants to show me how serious she is. I never thought someone would give me such advice. No one ever dared to defy me, and Markus's advice was not like hers.

He gives me possible outcomes, but she gives me what I'll find after I do my plan. I raise my hand and caress her cheeks. She didn't tremble or startle. I can feel her warmth and the softness of her skin.

This is the first time that women didn't flinch when I touched them or have a flash of fear in their eyes. She suddenly giggles and looks at the ceiling.

"Did you know that I also say those words? That if Michael doesn't choose me, then I'll kill Queenie? I even say that I'll kill myself after I kill them. But look what happened. I lost my status and the meaning of my life. So please, stop it."

"You've done your best, but she really loves that man. You can find happiness in other things, and who knows? You'll find someone who will catch your interest. Give her up, for your peace and happiness," she says. She turns around and faces the other side. I look up and think things over. Someone, huh?

"Why not? You already said it. You can be my special slave..."