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

Trust And Accusations

Danzel returned home early today as they had to leave for USA. Glancing at his wristwatch, he headed up towards Inessa's room. He didn't want to get late.  

The door to her room was slightly ajar. Pressing his hand on the door, he parted it further. 

Inessa was making her bed when she heard the creak of the door. She straightened up instantly and turn around to find Danzel standing at the doorway, blocking the space with his huge frame. How much he had changed over the years, Inessa thought. No longer he was a spoiled, lean boy with an attitude problem but a dashing man oozing masculinity and confidence. His muscles were bulging under his grey cloth of jacket. She had touched them, felt them, clung onto them whenever he rendered her breathless with his beast-like virility.

Unlike earlier, he also held an air of mystery around him. Inessa let out a breath. His built was, no doubt, huge and intimidating. Inessa was sure even 3 of her put together wouldn't be able to match his huge size. But despite his massive built he knew how to carry himself with grace. He had an elegance of an aristocrat and the charm of a fallen angel. He was perfect for the eyes that hadn't seen his hideous soul. A saint for those who hadn't endured his beast that came out every night to ravage her. This man was a deceiver but Inessa had seen his true colors. He was nothing but a monster.      

She was aware of his inscrutable eyes that were surveying her appearance closely. She was wearing a simple light pink cotton dress that reached just below her knee.

"You ready?" he asked as he approached her with easy, lazy strides. She gave a nod and looked away. 

The man halted in front of her. She was feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. 

She didn't notice when he pulled something out of his trouser's pocket. It was only when he grabbed her hand, did she raise her eyes to meet his.

She looked down when he started wrapping something around her wrist. It was a watch. 

"Press this red button if you ever feel you are in danger and need help," he instructed while fastening the band around her dainty wrist. Inessa looked up at him, confused. 

Danzel knew his father. Just like him, he was as vicious as a vapor. He always followed through with his threats. Keeping her close wasn't enough, he had to make sure she was safe all the time and for that, he needed to be aware of her whereabouts. It's not that he was going to let her get far from him but he wanted to be prepared for any threat. 

It was a shame he was going this far to protect the woman who was responsible for the breaking down of his family.     

His eyes narrowed slightly when he noticed a diamond ring on her wedding finger. This was the first time he had noticed it. She had never worn it before. He stared at it for a moment. The ring was no doubt, stunning but for Danzel, it was nothing more than an eyesore. He grasped her finger and pulled the ring out a little harshly. Inessa winced and tried to pull her hand away but he didn't allow it. It was clear he didn't like what he saw.

She intentionally had worn the ring to remind him that she still belonged to his brother. She was his widow and he had no right over her. 

After removing it from her finger, he slid it into his pocket. Her brows creased in disapproval. That was her possession. 

She asked him to give it to her. His gaze was calm and cool but the slight twitch in his jaw told a different story.          

"You don't need it anymore," he stated plainly and turned. Inessa clenched her fists. 

He halted momentarily by the door and looked over his shoulder. "Now move your lazy ass. I am not going to get late because of you," he threw at her before turning his eyes ahead. Inessa glared at his huge back, fuming silently, as he walked out the door. She hadn't asked him to take her along. 

Inessa exhaled a sigh and looked down at the band he had given her. The only person she needed protection from was Danzel Lavigne. He was her sole tormentor. She rubbed her thumb over the small red button, thinking when she pressed the button accidentally. Her eyes widened in realization but before she could think of anything, Danzel barged into the room, his eyes surveying the room like a hawk for any possible threats. He was already in attack mode. A crease surfaced on his forehead when he failed to see anything out of ordinary. His gaze had turned questioning when they landed on Inessa who had turned a little paler. 

"What was that?" he gritted his teeth and demanded in a displeased tone. Inessa swallowed. He advanced towards her in slow, menacing strides. Inessa felt the urge to shrink away from him. 

He halted in front of her, a scowl plastered over his face.

"This all is game for you, isn't it?" he asked, pinning her with a cold glare. Inessa looked at him, feeling threatened by his demeanor.

He grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at him. 

"You know why you are all alone? You know why your own family has disowned you? It's not because you are mute but because you are a backstabber. People know who you are, Inessa," he sneered contemptuously. She glared at him with tears shining in her eyes. His words felt like a vicious whip, cutting her deep.  

"Not for once think that I have forgotten what you have done. You will be punished for your every sin but only by me. I will be your only tormentor," he declared, not bothering to hide hostility in his eyes. Her jaw had started to ache due to his manhandling. They both glared into each other's eyes for a moment longer before Danzel finally let go of her. He turned and stormed out of the room. Inessa wiped her tears with the back of her hand before lifting her bag and exiting her pathetic excuse of room. 

They settled in a range rover parked outside the mansion. And not a moment later, the vehicle jerked into motion and sped towards the airport. Inessa couldn't take her mind off his words. She had started to believe in his words. Perhaps, she was responsible for people's hatred towards her. Perhaps, it was all her fault. There must be something wrong with her.  If not then why does everyone hates her? She had no friend in this whole friend, not anymore. Her own father had tossed her out of his life. Maybe he is right. She is at the fault. Her family was a sore subject for her. 

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