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

His Wrath

Inessa jolted awake and gasped audibly when a bucket of ice water was splashed on her face. She felt her face go numb and her body shivering violently because of the cold. She peeled open her eyes only to squint later when they met with an orange light dangling right above her. Confused, she looked around. She was in a dark room, lying on a cold floor. Instinctively, she pulled her hand to rub her eyes but failed to as her hands were tied. She looked down and found her legs tied too. Terror surged through her. 

What the hell was happening? 

With much difficulty, she sat up and started struggling with sheer desperation. 

She was still struggling when a noise echoed through the room. She looked up in confusion and turned cold when her eyes met with a picture projected on the wall. A picture of her and Fransisco, kissing.  She was shocked to her bone. 

Inessa gulped and whipped her head to another picture that lit up on the wall and showed her coming out of Fransisco's house late at night. 

She stared down at the picture with knitted brows. Someone had clicked her. Her eyes turned wide in realization. Someone had been keeping a tab on her all this time. With shaky eyes, she looked around and met with darkness. The woman was buried in darkness. 

She let out a frightened whimper as her eyes wandered hopelessly. Is she kidnapped? Is this the end? Is she going to die?

She went stock still when she heard a footstep. And then another, approaching her. She let out a shaky breath and started to struggle with her bonds with all her strength.  

" Try all you want. They will not snap," the dark shadow of the person slowly crept over her body as he neared her.

With a trembling heart, she looked up at the person. His face was hidden by the darkness. With each calculative step, he was coming to the light. First his expensive shoes and then his black pants, followed by his back suit and finally his face. 

The first thing her gaze settled on was his blue eyes. She could have recognized those eyes from anywhere, for they provided her with a sense of security. Relief washed over her when she saw him. 

His expression was a mask of indifference. The poor girl couldn't decipher the coldness beneath his orbs and waited for him to set her free. He crouched down and scanned her face. 

So much innocence. Who could have guessed what was hiding beneath those harmless eyes? he thought. But he had to give it to her. She had played him damn fucking good.

He dropped his head and chuckled at his foolishness. This mute girl had got him good. 

Inessa stared at him in confusion. His behavior was scaring her. 

"Can't believe I got fooled so easily," he said and lifted his head. Inessa's breath hitched in her throat when she was met with his dark gaze. He looked threatening.

"Everything is fair in love and war, isn't it?" he asked her, his daunting eyes boring deep into her brown ones. She continued to gape at him with a puzzled expression. 

" Everything is fair.... lying, betraying, or even killing your own husband," he remarked with resentment burning in his eyes. Her face lost its color when she processed his words. He also thought she had killed him.  

She shook her head slowly while pleading with him through her eyes. He also misunderstood her. 

Danzel clenched his jaw in rage. The fucking audacity of her. 

He reached around and roughly grabbed the back of her hair, forcing her face up to meet his gaze. His flaring nose and popping vein on his forehead made her gulp saliva in dread.   

"No? You didn't kill Andrei? Then why is every evidence screaming that you are the murderer?" he nearly shouted in her face.   

She shook her head again as tears flung down her eyes consistently. 

'Tell me..tell me did my brother scream for help when you left him to die?" agony filled his eyes as he talked about his little brother. It pains more when someone younger than you leaves the world.  

"Did you tell him that you are the one who had planned his death with your fucking boyfriend?" he roared furiously, prompting her to flinch back. 

He let go of her hair only to grab her jaw. 

"I swear on my brother, you will pay for it. You and your loverboy both. I'll show you the hell. My hell," determination laced through his cold, spine-chilling voice. 

He shoved her away and rose to his full height. 

"But first of all, let us have a talk with your fucker," he fished out his phone and dialed Fransisco's number. 

In just two rings, Fransisco answered the video call.

"What the fuck you want, Lavigne?" Inessa couldn't believe it was Fransisco's voice. It sounded so cold and unemotional.

An evil smirk spread over Danzel's lips. He looked in control from the outside but from inside was chaos. He wanted to see if Fransisco would care about Inessa, if there was actually something between them?  

"Someone wanted to say hii to you," Danzel replied and panned his phone over to where she was. 

" Inessa?" Fransisco enunciated, astounded when he saw her. Inessa also looked at him in shock.   

"Inessa," Fransisco brought the screen of his phone closer to his face to have a good look at her. Is she really her? Before he could say anything more, Danzel shifted the camera from her and brought it back on him. 

"Yeah, it's her. Your plan.."

"Let her go," Fransisco growled at him with his jaw clenched. Danzel smirked however, he was burning from inside. His protective nature for her was vexing him.

So they are together.   

"It's a fucking sight to see you like this, Allard. Didn't know it will only take a chick to have you on your knees," Danzel snickered.

"Keep her out of it, Lavigne. Be a man and talk to me. Let her go," Fransisco challenged with equal venom in his voice. Danzel chucked humorlessly at his plea. 

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