Chapter 6 Retrospect

Vyschella was in the bathroom under the shower that was on. Not cleaning her body or bathing as usual while relaxing, but she sat crying loudly down there so that no one could hear her sobs. Vyschella's body was full of red stamps made by the man, who was supposed to be her brother-in-law. Her lower body still ached and even walking was inconvenient.

"Ugh, good fortune ... when will you come to me?"

In her sobs, Vyschella still hoped that good fortune would soon come to hug her. At least, there will be good days in her life. Isn't it?

In her solitude, Vyschella's mind drifted back to the heartbreaking events of that nightーthe night when she signed a written agreement with her family. She sat with her hands over her face. She has to deal with the fact that her gentle self is constantly being lied to by her family.

"Whose fault are you having too good a heart!"

Those were the words of her twin sister, who always resonated in Vyschella's mind. And who cares about her fate beside herself? And one more person, the grandmother, who is always waiting for her in the hospitalーGwyneth Stephany Ellenaーwho suffers from a weak heart and requires numerous medical expenses in the best hospital in London, UK.

Vyschella stretched out her right hand to catch the water flowing from above her head. The woman's body was already blue, and her eyes were swollen.

With a trembling body, she said, "Forgive me, Grandma. I can't take you to a better place yet."

The woman, who is now the legal wife of the sole heir to the Stonevrustarios family must survive the game that has been arranged in such a way by her father and twin sister, Villearisaーwho has never loved Kleiner during the last five years of love.

"You just have to be me and play your best role in front of the Stonevrustarios and especially in front of Kley! What's more, you're still a virgin."

That was what Villearisa had said that night before she left with her mistressーBrandon BurkeーKleiner's former best friend and the eldest son of the well-known Burke family.

"Kley knows that I still keep my chastity and that's why you have to be me because she likes virgins."

"Remember, Ciara! If you want Dad to pay for your sick grandmother, you must obey our orders!"

Drake Carrington Demougustーthe gambling-mad father threatens Vyschella without caring about his daughter's feelings.

"You know how much money I've to spend on your Grandma?! Huh?!"

Money is the only reason the Demougust family married one of their twins to a son descended from the Stonevrustarios family, who is famous throughout the country as the number one richest person and even his wealth is in the top ten of Forbes magazine and Vyschella always regrets it.

However, she couldn't do anything because there wasn't a single person to support her in the Demougust family.

Vyschella staggered out of the bathtub. Her head felt dizzy, and the world she had built as a child seemed to collapse as soon as she recalled the dark night just before the fake wedding day between her and Kleiner.

Bam!

Vyschella slipped due to a loss of balance. Her head hit the glass wall, and she fell down with a red liquid dripping from her forehead. Suddenly, she closed her eyes.

***

There was a loud noise coming from inside the bathroom. Kleiner, who was looking for his wife in the dressing room, rushed over and forced the bathroom door open.

Clack!

With perfectly rounded eyes, Kleiner was shocked when he saw his wife unconscious and slumped on the floor in a pathetic state. Glass shards scattered, and fresh blood flowed from Vyschella's forehead.

Kleiner took a thousand steps toward Vyschella frantically. An anxious streak appeared on his handsome face. He examined Vyschella's entire body and saw that his wife's face was deathly pale, with blue lips and dark circles under her eyes. Not only that, her cold body convinced Kleiner that his surrogate wife had been in the bathroom for a long time.

"What are you doing, Ciara?! You scared me."

Kleiner picked up Vyschella and carried her to their bedroom. Kleiner's heart pounded as he carried Vyschella. He hastened his pace so as not to be too late to treat the wound on his wife's head.

Kleiner laid Vyschella's body on the warm bed gently. He removed one by one the clothes his wife was wearing and dried the weak body with a towel. Then quickly, he took clean clothes from the wardrobe and changed them slowly without waking Vyschella. After he finished changing his wife's clothes, Kleiner took the medicine box and treated the wound on his wife's head deftly. He wrapped his wife's head with a bandage.

"Huh ...."

Kleiner sighed softly. He was relieved that it was not too late to treat Vyschella's wound.

Clack!

Kleiner opened the bedroom door and looked for the maid. He shouted from upstairs with his head lowered to see who was coming toward him.

"Ross!"

Kleiner shouted for the butler of the mansion.

"Ross, do you still want to work here or not?! Huh?!"

Tuck! Tuck! Tuck!

The sound of high heels is very loud. The voice came from the bottom of Kleiner's mansion.

"Yes, Young Master. I'm coming!"

Roselly shouted from downstairs. She quickly climbed the stairs with a half run. Her breath hitched, and her face turned tense when she saw the terrifying look in her master's eyes.

Kleiner didn't stop staring at Roselly when the butler arrived upstairs. He looked at Roselly from head to toe and shook his head.

"Is there anything I can help you with, Young Master?"

Roselly asked Kleiner with a downcast face. Her body was shaking, and she looked awkward when she got threatening eyes.

"How long have you worked with me?"

That was the first question that came out of the mouth of Kleiner.

"Almost 30 years, Young Master," Roselly stammered.

"Put your face up and look at me!" snapped Kleiner with a bright red face.

Roselly lifted her face and looked into a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

These two eyeballs always remind me of a small child that I took care of since he was born, and I consider it like my flesh and blood, said Roselly in her mind as she clenched her fists.

"Why did you let my wife get hurt?" asked Kleiner dryly. He was still trying not to scream again in front of Roselly, who considered his foster mother. "Follow me inside!" Kleiner ushered Roselly into his bedroom.

Clack!

Kleiner opened the door without making a sound. He stepped inside, followed by Roselly. They walked in without speaking to each other.

"Oh my!" Roselly was surprised to see Vyschella's condition.

"Whーwhat happened, Young Master?"

"That's the question I should have asked you, Roselly," said Kleiner furiously. "Why did she get hurt like that?! Huh?! Answer me!" shouted Kleiner. "What have you been doing all this time? Why can't you take good care of it?!"

Gluck!

Roselly gasped. The forty-two-year-old butler was petrified in her place. No words of defence came out of the woman's mouth. With her body still shaking, she tried to open her mouth and explain it to Kleiner.

"Pardon me, Young Master. When I brought food for Miss Cyra, she looked fine. Then, Miss Cyra asked me to leave her side."

"That's not the kind of apology I want to hear from your mouth. However, how do you atone for this sin to me?!"

Kleiner left Roselly, who was still stunned by Kleiner's words. The grumpy man grabbed a cigarette and slid it between his thin lips.

"Go to the bathroom and clean up the glass shards that are scattered in there!" Kleiner ordered.

"Of course, Young Master."

Roselly leaves from there with teary eyes.

***

Whosh!

Cigarette smoke billowed in the air. Kleiner was very frustrated with Vyschella's situation, which he thought was very unreasonable. Now and then, he looked to Vyschella, who was still closing her eyes.

"Who the hell are you, Vyschella Ciara Demougust?"

Kleiner asked in frustration, and he wanted to get an answer straight from Vyschella.