Blind Spot by Sakshi C (best novel books to read txt) 📗

Everybody was blaming Inessa. He refused to believe that a girl like her can be involved in it.   

He had never thought he would ever see her again. He had planned not to. She was forbidden for him. Despite his obsession, his desire, he had decided to stay away from her. The very reason he left the country. He knew he wouldn't be able to see her with anyone.   

Today he saw her, trembling, sobbing, begging.

She looked more beautiful in person. He had seen her pictures before but it was after more than a decade he had seen her in person. She was breath-taking in a literal sense. He wasn't able to breathe when he saw her. For a second, he forgot everything. For a second, his life had become all about her.  

He snapped out of his thought when his phone started ringing loudly. 

He answered the phone and shot to his feet when he heard the person on the other side.

Mrs. Lavigne had attacked Inessa. 

Danzel disconnected the call and grabbed his key from the table before storming out of his apartment.

The blood was seeping from the long gash on her arm. An ugly bump was prominent on her forehead. Mrs. Lavigne showed up unannounced in her room and tried to stab her with a knife.

She slapped her repeatedly and called her names, called her a murderer. Inessa managed to save herself from the knife but couldn't from her words. They burned her like acid and the worst thing was that she wasn't capable of venting her emotions out in words.

One of the servants held Anna back as she snarled at Inessa like a wounded animal. Tears of pain were raining down her eyes. She was convinced that she had killed her son. 

Inessa slid down the wall and watched Anna throwing expletives at her with teary eyes. She watched with a blank face when they dragged Anna out of her room.      

Half an hour had passed by, the maids had nursed her injuries without exchanging a word with her. They too considered her responsible. 

She was lying in her bed when the door to her room opened. 

It was a maid. 

She halted in front of her bed. 

"Sir wants you to pack your belongings. You will not live her any longer," the maid said. Her heart sank in dispair. Where will she go now? 

"Who sir?" she showed her notepad.

"Danzel sir. He is waiting for you downstairs," the maid said and left. 

Inessa was beyond confused. Why did he want her to leave? Did he also believe them? 

She clattered down the stairs with her bag to talk to him. Her pace slowed when his broad back came in her sight. Clad in a black suit, he was turned towards the window with his hands in his pocket. He looked so majestic and powerful.     

He turned when he heard her footsteps. His eyes roved over her body, taking in her injuries. He averted his gaze immediately. 

She came to stand in front of him. 

"Let's go," he walked towards the exit but stopped when he realized Inessa wasn't following him.

He turned to see her standing in her spot. It didn't take him long to realize why. 

"You will be staying with me in my apartment till everything is resolved. This place isn't safe," he stated without looking at her. She nodded as she knew he was right. She wasn't safe here. 

For some reason, she trusted Danzel. Despite his dangerous aura, he was giving her the vibe of a protector. She was thankful that he didn't blame her for Andrei's death like his parents. Right now, only he was the one who could protect her from others. 

Tears brimmed her eyes. Nothing of this would have happened if Andrei was alive. Why did he have to leave her all alone in this cruel world?   

With heavy steps, she followed him out towards the car. His driver took her luggage and placed it in the car. 

"Antonio, take her to my apartment," he ordered the driver.

"Yes, sir," the driver replied and opened the door for Inessa. She snuck a furtive glance at Danzel before stepping into the car. 

Danzel watched as she got inside the car. Once she was in, he turned on his heels and started walking towards his own car. 

The driver kicked the car into motion and she leaned her head against the window. She had never felt this alone before.

.............

Danzel came back home at night. His heart was at war with his brain. She was here. She was in his apartment, under the same roof. He can see her whenever he wants. So close yet so far. 

Just like Inessa, he was too at a vulnerable point in his life. He had lost his only brother. The brother for whom he sacrificed the one true passion of his soul. Inessa. 

"Where is she?" he asked the maid who rushed over to him at his appearance. 

"She is in her room," the maid who must be in her mid-50s, answered. Danzel nodded and started walking towards his room. The maid rushed to the kitchen to prepare his dinner. 

.............

Inessa was asleep when Danzel got inside her room after knocking twice. Danzel stared at her sleeping form. She looked so innocent and peaceful. He only had seen tears and melancholy in her eyes since the moment he met her. He walked closer, staring longingly at her small pink lips. Uncountable times he had imagined drinking on those soft petals, crushing them with his lips. The desire to kiss her soft lips burned like a fierce fire inside him.

He gritted his teeth, realizing how she was playing with his emotions, even while sleeping. 

He stepped closer and his leg bumped into the chair that was kept next to her bed. 

Inessa woke up by the sound and jumped into a sitting position when she saw a figure looming over her. 

She looked at Danzel with wide eyes.  

Danzel clenched his jaw and shifted his gaze to the window.        

"I want you to tell me what had happened that night," he said in a calm yet imposing tone.