Chapter 3 Violating orders

Alexis POV

Everything that happened came into my head like a flash of lightning. But something puzzled me: how did my father figure out my location? How did my father know I would be drunk? Why did it have to be that night?

The question trailed off in my head without getting an answer. I lifted up the knife to plunge it into my stomach.

The door was opened. As my eyes swirled, they met with Hayes's, who shot a terrifying glare at me.

"What are you doing?" He spoke fiercely.

I froze at his sight. He collected the knife from me on impact. Darting it sideways, he slapped me fiercely on the cheek.

"Are you crazy? You wanted to commit suicide in my room using my knife! Are you going nuts?" His eyes brimmed with anger while he issued fierce words.

My heart ached while I gazed into his eyes and laid my right hand on my cheek, feeling the pain due to the impact of his hand.

At the blink of my eyes, tears freely flowed out. I lowered my head, but he held it up firmly, gazing into my soul through my eyes as he squeezed my chin.

I felt pain run through my jawline. "You are hurting me. Leave my chin alone." I spoke with pains laced underneath my voice.

But he gave me another terrifying slap, heavier than the first. On impact, I tried to get myself out of his grip, but it tightened more.

"This is hurting you, huh? What you were about to do before I entered will be hurting more than this. How do you plan to endure the pain when you can't endure this slight torture?" Hayes' eyes bulged with anger as he spoke intensely.

His words had an impact on my heart, and I regretted my actions, embracing that it will be more hurtful to stab myself. "I am sorry. I do not know what else I am doing in this world. I am better off as a dead woman." My eyes gleaned thin as tears flowed down.

He loosened his grip, and he picked up his phone that lay beside me. As he turned to take his leave, he said, "Get yourself together." And he walked out of the room, leaving the knife to lay on the ground.

I watched the knife from where I was seated while grief took a toll on me.

Just after a few minutes, the door was opened and a lady dressed in rusty attire walked inside the room. I could tell she was Hayes's maid.

He stared at me with a disgusting gaze before she packed the dirty plates, including the knife, and she took her leave.

After a few more minutes, the door was forced open, and in front of it was an elegant woman in her late twenties. She was dressed in a black mini skirt and a jumper top. She was as hot as fuck.

She arched one of her eyebrows after she drew close. "So, it's true." She laughed sarcastically.

I kept my gaze on her, asking myself, 'Who is this crazy woman? And what did she mean by her statement?'

"On your feet, whore!" She spoke terrifyingly. But I wasn't moved a bit.

'Is this one insane? Why will she come here to command me?' I gave her a disgusting glare.

But she became angry and violent, pulling me up by my hair. Pain ran from the crown of my head down to my feet.

"Are you mad?" I slapped her face immediately those words came out of my lips.

But she returned the slap almost at the same time. "You must be the mad one. What are you doing on the bed of my one and only beloved husband?!" She widened her eyes and flexed her muscles.

I was taken aback by that statement. "Hayes is married?" Confusion set in between my eyes while those words left my lips.

"You even have the guts to call him by his name. Have you no respect for elders?"

'But why did he have that agreement if he was married?' Questions bottled in my mind.

"Anyways, I came to warn you to stay away from him. If I ever see you near or anywhere close to my man, you will regret the day you were born. Do you understand?" She spoke fiercely.

"Okay." I responded. After that response, she pushed me with the strength in her, making me fall on the bed. She turned immediately and took her leave.

I took a deep sigh.

Many hours later, Hayes returned.

"Why did you sign the contract when you knew you had a wife?" I stood up to him, flexing my muscles.

The look on his face was cold. "What are you talking about?" He wore a confusing gaze.

"Oh, you think I won't find out, right? Well, your wife came here to give me a warning to stay away from you. I think it's time you cancel the contract you had with my father." I spoke fiercely.

"I don't have a wife, Alexis, and if you are thinking that I will cancel the contract because of this, you are just a fool. Who is this person that came to threaten you?" He asked.

I felt irritated by his constant denial of his wife. "A lady dressed in a jumper top and a mini skirt. I don't know her name in case you want to ask." I looked sideways, hardening my face.

"Oh, that... She is just a whore like you are trying to protect her territory." He responded casually as if it was nothing, and he pushed me out of his way, unbuttoning his shirt.

'Whore' That name he called broke me even more, knowing how decent I am. Tears curled up in my eyes while I blamed my father for putting me in this position.

Hayes POV

While I unbuttoned my shirt, I thought, 'What guts does a mere whore like her have to come into my room? She will be punished for that.' I was furious, and I continued dwelling in my thoughts.

'How did she know that Alexis was here, by the way? Despite my warnings to my workers, one of them has the guts to call that whore.' I had that thought buried within my heart, and I vowed to do something about it.