Chapter 3 Why not steal my last name next

Chapter 3; Why not steal my last name next?"

"Make me," Brielle said defiantly, her eyes cold as ever.

"You have to marry Richard to pay our debts! You promised!" Sylvia insisted, her voice rising with urgency. This was the only way they could relay the debt to the Smiths. If not, they would have to mortgage their house and company. It still wouldn't be enough.

They were doomed!

Brielle stared at her, stunned by the woman's audacity. She went on, fearlessly, "Huh? You promised Sir George you would take care of Brielle-me. Did you keep that promise? So why would I keep mine?"

Sylvia's heart raced upon hearing this.

How did she know about the promise?

It was a secret she had kept hidden even from her own daughter. Unbeknownst to her, Brielle had been in George's bathroom, cleaning up his mess when she overheard their conversation.

Shaking her head, Sylvia replied, her tone sincere, "I didn't keep any such promise."

"Dare to deny it?" Brielle sneered, examining the middle-aged woman with a bored expression. She thought, feeling her heart prick, if her mother had been alive, she would have been at least the same age. It was a shame.

"I'm leaving," Brielle announced, turning to the door. There was no need to be in this room filled with hypocrites.

"Get her!" Sylvia yelled at her daughter across the room. The three other girls who had been present rushed back in at the sound of Sylvia's command.

They quickly formed a barrier at the door to stop Brielle from leaving. Brielle shook her head at their futile efforts.

This was pointless.

"You guys should make things easier by letting me leave," she warned, her tone icy.

Spreading her arms, Natalie jumped in front of Brielle to block her path. "No. You have to marry Richard."

Frustration bubbled within Brielle. She was tired of this family drama. Crossing her arms over her chest, she asked, "Why? Why should I sacrifice myself for a debt I had no part in? Natalie, it was your mother's debt-why not you marry Richard?"

It made no sense why she should pay. Sylvia was a material person; she took heavy loans to continue living the wealthy life she was used to even after her husband died. The company was failing, but she spent on clothes and jewelry.

"What? How dare you!" Natalie's face contorted with anger. This sister of hers had gone from being a social anxiety patient to an extrovert overnight. It was unexplainable and how scary she seemed.

It brought memories of the assassin she had helped James to get rid of. How was that possible?

Did slitting her wrist suddenly empower her? Instead of dealing with this trouble, Natalie wished Brielle had died instead.

"Come to think of it, Natalie, I think she has a point," one of the other girls chimed in.

In an instant, the good daughter facade went out the window. Natalie rejected the idea firmly, "I'm not giving anything a thought. I love Enzo and will marry only him."

Enzo?

Brielle's mind raced. If Natalie loved this Enzo guy, then what about James?

From Brielle's memory, she could tell that even Natalie was also involved with James. He was such a flirt afterall. In fact, he was playing both Natalie and Brielle which made them fight a lot. Was she cuckolding him?

It didn't matter. James had betrayed her, and she wouldn't care if he was being cuckolded. It was his bed; he must lie in it.

As they lunged at her, Brielle kicked one in the stomach, pulled another's hair, and tossed her across the room. The third girl found herself pushed to the floor. Moments later, all of them lay sprawling on the ground.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to stop me?" Brielle teased, playing with the doorknob. Her face grew serious as she threatened, "You better stay out of my way."

With that, Brielle escaped from the room. Two guards spotted her and began to chase her. She ran like lightning, determined not to marry that old man to please this foolish family. She needed to get matters straightened out before she could have her revenge.

If she was here in Brielle's body, where was her body?

"Where is she?" one of the guards shouted, and Brielle's keen hearing picked up the sound. She could even hear everyone's heartbeat if she focused. It must be a new power she had gotten after the rebirth, she would use to get her revenge.

They will regret messing with assassin Bloody. The name was given because she loved killing people in a messy way which led to them bleeding to death.

"There she is!"

Once again, Brielle kicked off her feet to evade capture. Suddenly, she collided with something solid-a wall that paralyzed her entire being. She looked up and found a man.

Not just any man-a ridiculously handsome one. He had auburn curly hair and dark hazel eyes. Brielle's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. He was too good-looking to be ignored. The full-sleeve tattoo on his right arm drew her in, and the earring piercing gave him a laid-back yet dangerous aura.

"Watch where you're going!" the man seethed, bending to pick up the file that had fallen from his hand. When he straightened, he found Brielle staring back at him, her clear blue eyes contrasting with her long black hair cascading down her back.

She looked as if she had stepped out of Greek mythology. For the first time, Enzo Ricci did a double take on a girl. The ripped wedding dress gave her a fierce look to her entire attire. The sweat on her forehead proved she had been running.

He wished to know about this girl and why she was running away from her wedding.

"What about you? Were you blind?" Brielle shot back, her anger matching his. Her eyes were fierce, contrasting with her innocent features. She was never the type to back off from a fight, even if she was losing already.

Just then, Brielle heard one of the guards say, "I've found her!" The voice was loud, meaning they were closing in. She glanced down the hall-there was only one way to go, and no open doors. They would catch her for sure.

"Can I kiss you?" Brielle asked suddenly, his voice low and intense. Confusion flickered on Enzo's face at her request.

Without waiting for an answer, Brielle wrapped her arm around his neck, adjusting to her new height of five feet six by standing on her toes and pulling him down with her. While he stood six feet, three. Their lips crashed together, and goosebumps exploded over her body. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. She sucked on his lower lip slowly, savoring the moment.

The guards stopped in their tracks at the sight of Enzo, who shot them a warning glare. They ran back, knowing better than to mess with him.

What was meant to be a pretend kiss quickly turned into something more. Enzo deepened the kiss, spinning her into a whirlwind of intoxicating sensations that made her weak in the knees. Brielle felt her heart racing wildly in her chest.

Suddenly, she forgot to breathe and ended up coughing.

Enzo pulled back, regarding her with a complicated look in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, offering her a bottle of water he had already taken a sip from.

Brielle glanced at the bottle as if it were infested with germs. "No thanks," she replied, her tone dismissive. Although her mind still drifted back to that moment of the kiss. It was annoying how she was attracted to this strange man.

Offended was a mild word to explain how he felt at the moment. This woman was something else for sure.

How dare she kiss him and then refuse to share a bottle?

In fact, Enzo Ricci was intrigued by her boldness.

Just as he opened his mouth to say something, Brielle placed a finger on his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Enzo watched her finger, wondering just how bold this woman truly was. No one had ever dared to touch his lips and gotten away with it.

Brielle needed silence to confirm if the guards were gone. They were. She smiled, pleased that her little show had worked.

Pulling her finger away, she turned to leave when Enzo grabbed her arm, his eyes earnest. "You stole my first kiss. Why not steal my last name next?"