Chapter 7 [6]

The girl gazed at the body clad only in thin sleepwear. Damn it, there was only this clothing on the bed. She tried to open the large wardrobe in the corner of the room, hoping to find something more decent to wear, but it was empty. Her efforts were in vain. The wardrobe was tightly locked.

She growled in frustration and threw the body onto the sofa.

Beatrice still had a wary feeling about the food being served, although she admitted honestly that she was hungry. Since one o'clock in the afternoon, she hadn't had a single grain of rice or even a sip of water to moisten her throat. Her stomach was rumbling. It seemed that the worms she kept inside couldn't hold their hunger any longer. But... Beatrice was afraid.

What if this food was poisoned? What if it was laced with strange drugs?

The girl was not ignorant about the drugs that could be mixed in and cause her trouble. Oh God! What should she do? She needed to eat, but her worries were overwhelming. If she held off her hunger until tomorrow morning, the possibility of fainting was high, right?

However, her eyes couldn't be torn away from the dish on the table. Even though she had taken a considerable distance, her treacherous feet always led her to the table. It was as if the dish was calling her, full of temptation.

"Enough. If I die today, so be it. It means my fate can finally breathe freely only up to this point." Beatrice quickly sat down in front of the table, where a serving of rice with savory broth and tantalizing sambal was available.

She ate hungrily. Beatrice's smile widened. She devoured everything on the table. She even felt like biting the plate stained with sauce because her stomach wasn't completely full yet. She leaned back gently against the back of the sofa, momentarily stopping her activity of licking her hands, which were still smeared with the creamy chicken sauce.

"Praise the Lord, I can still eat. May God always bestow His mercy upon me," she whispered softly.

She immediately tidied up this glass-topped table. She stacked all the used plates in the corner of the table, washed her hands until they were clean, and then sat back on the sofa without knowing what she would do. Her eyes wandered slowly, observing the luxurious interior of the room. She just realized that there was also a quite large TV attached to the wall in this room.

All the arrangements in this room were neat and well-kept. She certainly didn't expect that this room belonged to... Sam. Thinking of the tattooed man, Beatrice unconsciously touched her chest.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed in sudden pain. Even though it was covered with a plaster, she could still feel the pain from accidentally bumping it. Suddenly, memories of Sam's treatment towards her resurfaced, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin.

"Crazy thug!" she cursed. "Don't expect that your actions earlier will break me. It won't! Unless I'm set free! It's ridiculous that I have to bear Father's mistakes. Am I a money vault?"

Beatrice became fiery once again.

"Besides, this scar won't just disappear, right?" Beatrice grumbled in frustration. "What about my future husband? Is he supposed to... Oh my God! Sam, you jerk!"

Tonight, with her energy replenished, Beatrice spent it by relentlessly berating Sam. She didn't care if he suddenly entered the room. In fact, it would be even better. Beatrice didn't just scold everything in Sam's room; she did it right in front of his face. All kinds of crude insults and animalistic slurs effortlessly rolled off Beatrice's lips.

Unfortunately... Sam was not there.

But Beatrice was determined that when he returned, she would unleash her barrage of insults once again. Definitely.

Unbeknownst to Beatrice, she fell asleep on Sam's plush bed. Exhausted from releasing all the emotions that had been pent up in her heart. Before she completely drifted off, she had one request. God, please return her to the small but comfortable rented house she used to live in.

Unfortunately, that wish was not granted.

The sunlight streaming through the bedroom window made Beatrice pull the blanket over her. She squinted unhappily because the light was bothersome to her. Besides, her body was still too tired to wake up. She still wanted to be swayed in a dream world far more beautiful than the reality she experienced.

"Wake up, Bitch!!!"

Beatrice's eyes opened wide, coinciding with the pain that struck her head. A strong tug was enough for her to feel her hair being pulled from the roots. Beatrice's screams went unnoticed, only fueling the excitement of the person pulling her hair.

No.

They weren't excited because they found a new victim to vent their frustration. It wasn't just frustration; it was anger. Jealousy. Unacceptance. And a feeling that Beatrice was their toughest competitor. Since their first encounter yesterday, their intuition told them that the girl whose hair they were pulling was not someone easily subdued.

Throughout the night, they couldn't sleep. Despite their tired eyes, they forced them to stay open, hoping that the man they were waiting for would enter their room. To make love until the early morning.

Unfortunately, it didn't happen. They thought Sam had other business. After learning from one of the guards that Sam had brought a woman to his main room, they became furious.

Throughout their life with Sam, AnaBella Daniela Jovanka had only slept in this supposedly luxurious room once. That was when Sam was heavily intoxicated. After that, it was Sam who visited the women he desired. Although most of his visits were to Bella.

But now, what did they find?

They discovered a girl who they had placed in the room, peacefully asleep on Sam's bed. Not to mention her appearance that fueled Bella's jealousy even more: sleepwear that barely covered Beatrice's thighs, messy hair, and Bella was sure that the girl wasn't wearing a bra or underwear beneath her clothes.

"Let go!" Beatrice exclaimed loudly because the pulling didn't loosen at all. She was released, but Beatrice fell to the floor, her forehead hitting the edge of the table. Dizziness immediately struck her. The pain she felt made her whimper. Darkness began to encroach, but Beatrice couldn't collapse now.