HIS SWEET REVENGE

Celine’s POV

After informing Camilla that I would love to get something for Jason from the store a few streets away from the mansion, I left home.

I left Jason with her and I had to just let her know so she would keep an eye on him. If I had told her I was going to meet with Paxton, she wouldn’t have allowed it.

I lied to her and I feel bad for doing that.

My curiosity led me here. I wanted to know why he hasn’t called me for days and now that he has called, I am more than ready to hear from him.

I want him to answer questions about what I heard and if he is truly Derrick Dominguez and not Paxton.

The moment I stepped into the alley where he said he was waiting for me, a car swerved past me and two men grabbed me.

I didn’t see Paxton and at that moment, I wished he was already waiting for me so he could save me from the men but Paxton didn’t show up. He wasn’t there to hear my shouts til they clamped my mouth with a handkerchief and I lost consciousness.

Now that I am awake and the memories are coming, I realize I haven’t escaped from these men’s grip because my hands are tied and the room where I am is completely dark.

A sob escapes my mouth when it dawns on me that Bryan would be mad at me if he gets home to meet my absence. It is already dark and I am sure he will be back from work by now.

I shouldn’t have left the house. I should have asked Paxton to come to the mansion while I went outside to meet him so we could talk in the car. But I didn’t. I was mad at Bryan and I thought going out of the house was a good way to get my thoughts together and let go of my anger.

Camilla would be dead worried about me and I wonder how Jason is faring.

A loud gasp escapes my mouth when I try to lean forward and I realize I have been tied to something.

Suddenly, the door opens and light sips into the room, making me shut my eyes to adjust to the sudden light.

“Celine”, a voice calls and a cold shiver runs down my spine as well as a familiar wave of emotions.

I know this voice.

Another door opene and more light streams into the room as I see his tall silhouette approaching, his face still not clear.

When he stands in front of me and I look up, I am shocked to see him.

A smirk appears on his face and I tremble in fear.

“Paxton?!”

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Paxton’s POV

All I have ever felt for Celine was love, adoration, care, and concern. I never had a reason to be mad at her until Bryan came from nowhere and we argued about rescuing Jason from his mansion.

That was the very first time I was pissed with Celine in the years that we have known each other.

She was always calm and understanding and I was too. I was understanding because she means a lot to me.

But now, all I feel is anger. Betrayal. Regrets.

Emily had visited to ask if I was Derrick Dominguez or not and I told her the truth. She was shocked. I asked her how she got to know and she said she visited Bryan in the office.

I couldn’t believe my ears when she said Bryan told her that no woman can ever turn him on except Helena, his late fiancee, or Celine.

I couldn’t believe it at first but whenever I think about how Celine rejected me, and how Emily swore that there is something between her and Bryan, I knew that was why I was rejected.

Celine has been pretending all along. She was pretending not to have feelings for Bryan. I believed her. I f***ing believed that she doesn’t have feelings for him and I was so confident that I could win her heart.

Emily was right. Celine rejected me. Celine doesn’t love me. And there is something between Celine and Bryan.

I feel betrayed because she didn’t tell me herself. All she was after was knowing the truth about my identity. I didn’t plan on keeping it to myself forever. I have the intention of telling her about my true identity when my name has been cleared by my brothers and we are about to be married.

I am full of regrets because I sacrificed a lot for her and this is what I will get in return. I came back home with a bleeding arm and my arm was still in a bandage until yesterday when the nurse came to take it off.

Celine isn’t seeing all of this. She prefers to be with that bastard instead of me. After everything, I have done for her. After losing my brothers’ trust just because I want them to know how good she is but I am done.

I actually wanted to meet with her, ask her where we are going with all of this and if she is indeed going to be my girlfriend someday, but when Emily came to visit yesterday, I changed my mind.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

I was furious.

Seeing her scared face right now, I wish she was kidnapped alongside her sweet man, Bryan.

The man who had done nothing good to her. He had always mistreated her and I wonder why women prefer men like this.

What the hell does he have that I don’t? Does he even like her the way I do?

Celine has no idea how much I love her. If she does, she won’t be doing this but I am done being soft on her.

Does she want to be maltreated? That is what I am good at. She is going to receive the same amount of torture I received in the hands of Bryan.

“Paxton?” She calls again, this time more softly as if to be sure it is me, indeed.

“Hello, beautiful”, I flash her a smile and squat to her height on the floor. I grab a handful of her disheveled hair and play with it.

I am tempted to kiss her but when I remember what Emily told me last night, I become pissed and shoot to my feet instantly.

I turn my back to her, arms akimbo to hide my balled fist. I am trying so hard to control the racing of my heart and my anger towards her.

What an ungrateful bitch! No wonder she got pregnant for him.

“Paxton, why are you doing this?” She cries out and I twirl back abruptly.

“Why am I doing this?” I point a finger at her, anger evident in my face. “I should be the one asking you questions, you bitch.”

Silence falls as I breathe heavily.

“Bitch?” She mutters softly and I hiss. “Paxton, did you just call me a bitch?”

“Yes, you are and I regret doing this for you…”

“What did you do? When? Didn’t I try to stop you? Stop making me feel like I am responsible for what happened. You insisted till I gave in and now you want to put all the blame on me?” She shouts at me

She is right. But that isn’t the reason why I had her kidnapped. This is to make sure that my brothers come back to me and to punish her for the betrayal.

“Why the hell are you doing this? You said you loved me and yet you are doing this?”

“Love?” I scoff. “Yes, I did but you rejected me and now you are talking about love?” I squat again. “You think I don’t know what has been going on between you and Bryan?” I ask softly and she begins to stammer.

“Bryan a…nd…. I?”

“Stop with the pretense already”, I growl, feeling the urge to grab her neck. She is pissing me off with this pretense and I hate it.

Can’t she be real and understanding like Emily? Emily didn’t make a big deal out of it when I told her the truth.

She looks away and I grab her, making sure that our eyes are interlocking. I want to hear it from her.

She has been rejecting me yet she is f***ing the asshole behind my back.

Her jaws clench and her eyes water.

“Tell me, Celine…” I pause.

“Tell you what?”

“This is the only thing that can make me change my mind about all of this, I want nothing but the truth about what has been going on between you and Bryan”, I say to her calmly.

“Nothing”, she shouts again as a tear rolls down her eyes. She looks away.

I grab her face and grit my teeth. “Look at me when I am talking to you.”

That is where the truth lies. Her eyes.

Our eyes meet again and surprisingly, her tears aren’t doing a thing to me. I am hurt beyond measure. Too hurt by what she has done to be shaken by her tears.

“Apart from when you had Jason, have you had sex with Bryan recently?” I ask her specifically to be sure that what Emily told me is indeed true. Emily has always been telling me that there is a thing between them but I didn’t believe it until now.

She begins to cry more and I grab her hair. “Talk to me.”

She remains silent as she sobs quietly and I can see the guilt in her eyes.

Slowly, she starts to nod. I am about to open my mouth to ask her what it is she is talking about when she opens up and answers.

“Yes, we had sex.”

I stand up abruptly, dropping her to the floor with my jaws open. I thought there was still a chance for me. I thought Emily would be mistaken but I am wrong. Emily was right. And Celine is indeed a bitch.

I blink my eyes severally but the reality hits me in the face that I can never have Celine.

My world comes crumbling beneath my feet and I growl loudly in rage before charging at her.