JoyRead243 Dinner Plan I got Mom's necklace. Even when completing the process in the office after the auction, it still feels surreal. Anna Fuller's appearance was unexpected, but what was the real surprise was how easily Johhny Vanderbilt gave up on the necklace in the end when I called my price. I can't take the necklace away, not till the bank processes the deal. But I got all the papers the Fuller's provided for its authenticity. Finally, the first step of my revenge, is grasped in my palm. The plan is to get the papers and send them to prison - Silco would freeze the card after I win the necklace, givingexactly three days to prove the Fuller's guilty on faking the files. I want Mom's necklace, but I don't plan on making that bloodsucking family billionaires by buying something originally mine from them. It's them who have to pay.
"So..." I turn to Damian, feeling a bit awkward. I have been really mean to him ever since I met him, and yet he cto my help today without hesitation. I'd be lying if I said I'm not touched.
I'm just... a bit allergic to the concept of "family" right now.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I'm really glad that you calledtoday," Damian picks up the sentence I fail to continue, his eyes tender with nothing but a genuine glow, "Mom would want you to have her necklace, I know that." "|--" He thinks it's all about getting Mom's necklace. It doesn't feel good, using him. Looking into his happy eyes, I couldn't utter a word.
"Sorry!" He looks bummed when his phone rings. I'm actually grateful because I wouldn't have been able to continue either.
He glances at his phone before hanging it up.
"You-you can go ahead and answer!" I try to dodge the awkward conversation, "It might be important!" "It's okay," He waves his phone carelessly, "They will call back if it is." I'm too used to people treatingwith malignity that I actually forgot how to handle kindness.
Buried in my dark hell I once thought, the first twenty years of my life were so hard only because I tried to be good. Because I cared too much about other people. I thought it would be easy if I just turned evil. I thought if I could cut out my heart and love no one, then there wouldn't be pain, like before.
It doesn't feel so good.
Seeing his smile at me, all I could think was the disappointment that would replace the kind smile if he ever found out about my true intention, and I realized that ideadreads me. I don't want that to happen, but I dare not trust anyone with my revenge, not after so much.
I have made that mistake too many times before.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmI should keep my distance from people. Being alone is always easier. I'll get my revenge, and leave with Mom's necklace. I don't want to get attached to people, never again. I shouldn't get too close to him.
"I'm sorry but..." I force these words out of me, and instantly I see the excitement in his eyes dim. Still he maintains his smile, looking atand waiting. Somehow, my goodbye comes out to be- "But maybe you would have tfor a simple dinner?" What am I saying?! All I know about this man was that he tried to deny my real parents! That and the fact that he hurt Lilith! But now just because he dida favor and I'm inviting him for dinner?! "Really? That's sounds wonderful!" Damian exclaims in an exaggerated tone. Knowing this can't be the usual him, I can't help smiling at his effort.
His phone ring again, and again he
hangs up without even looking at it: "Lettake you home? I'll arrange Ο Γ the place for the night, and you can place for the haye a few hours for a rest after today's battle. Do you have any preferences?"
"Hmm..." I frown, thinking hard. I was once such a foodie that I would cook Sebastian dinner seven different things a week/myself even though he is paying for half a dozen maids, but coming out of my personal hell, I seemed to have lost interest in any sort of enjoyment. Seeing my lost face, Damian offers with a light tone, carrying on the talk by himself: "How do you feel about grilled ribs with sweet spicy sauce, plus a bottle of beer?" I swallow subconsciously, shocked to realize that his words made my mouth water.
He grins at my shocked open mouth, patting my head gently: "Look at at you licking your lips like a little foodie. Those are mom's favorite for a casual Saturday night." Those are MY Saturday night! In that moment, I almost want to give up my revenge, and just go and join his family, be the normal girl I have always wanted to be and...
If I can, I would. But I'm too far gone. I have sold my soul to the devil, and I'm stuck in that dark hell.
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