Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (ereader ebook TXT) π
Her life is characterized by continual setbacks and misfortunes.
Although she's being cast out by the people around her, she never stop having a kind and soft loving heart. Her Name really suits her.
Deus Niccolli Cavelli also known as the ill tempered moster.
He is handsome, intelligent, and wealthy. Almost perfect but the problem lies on his attitude.
Two different worlds but fate has its own plots and twists.
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Woman you better be safe or else I don't know what I can do. I grip the steering wheel with a lot of force. I step on the gas more ignoring every laws.
When I arrived at the location, I saw my team and Tres team doing the investigation. I quickly got out of the car to ask them what happen. Tres is already here too. I saw his big bike a few meters away where I parked my car. When everybody notices my presence, their facial expression change. They are shaking with my facade.
Nobody is willing to talk to me.
"Where the fuck is my woman?" I look around and I am only seeing a small house. What the fuck is she doing here? Is she even here?
"Did Tres track the right location? Why are you all just freaking standing here? Find her idiots." I shouted and they moved with the fastest pace that they can, avoiding me.
"Deus" Tres tap my shoulders. I look at him and I saw him holding Haven's school bag and clothes.
"Fuck, what happen to her?" I grab her things and to check it carefully if it really belongs to her.
"I think she runaway. On my way here I also saw this in the middle of the road" he handed me a zip lock containing Heavens broken phone and pieces of her accessories.
"What the fuck are you saying dumbass? Runaway? She will never do that to me" I told him.
The hell! and why would she? I treated her in the best that I can.
What the freaking hell is she thinking? I grip on her clothes tightly.
I don't care if this will be going to be ripped apart. My body is tensed and my heart rate is increasing.
"I can't see any evidence for abduction. I think she personally left her things because it is folded nicely. Her wallet is in the bag together with her school books and I think they knew you installed trackers in her things because they purposely left it here. Her necklace and phone were found miles away and l think it was thrown away from a fast-moving car. Her engagement ring is in the bag too.β
βHer best friend is also not around the city. They are last seen together walking outside the university. That small house is owned by her best friend. I think she really did runaway with her" I clenched my fist and I want to punch anyone here. I am feeling nothing. I feel numb and dumb. I trusted her so fucking easy. I'm so damn idiot.
"Try to locate her. She maybe just around here. Make sure that she runaway and not kidnapped." I massage my temple again and again. Somehow the idea of her running away is better than her being kidnapped. At least in that way she is safe. My head is hurting like hell.
I thought we are goddamn okay. Fuck!
"Call all our investigators to make sure she isn't kidnapped." I asked him politely this time cause hearing the possibility of her running away from me makes me lose my strength.
"If she was kidnapped, I am hundred percent sure that her abductors will call you to ask for money. I already call the investigators by the way and they already doing their jobs. Don't worry" he tapped my shoulders and continue leading the team. I go back to my car and throw her things inside. I punch the steering wheel as hard as I can. I want to do more punches.
"Bullshit Heaven" I shouted. I am angry and worrying for her at the same time. I hate myself for that. She left me and here I am still thinking about her. Crap.
I get the clothes that she wore this morning and unconsciously smelled it. Yeah, it's really hers. Her scent is all over this cloth.
Damn.
Fuck.
Crap.
My chest is heaving up and down with the anger. I drove away and let my people do their job. I went home with the hope that she is already there. I am hoping she is inside the house watching Netflix or curled up in our bed sleeping.
Heaven don't do this.
But when I reached our home, darkness enveloped the whole house.
Still, I am hoping.
She might be inside already sleeping. Maybe she felt really tired from her exams.
I thought not letting go of the last strand of hope inside me.
I parked my car and run to the house. The door is locked. Well, I always remind her to locked it when she's the only one at home. I get my spare key and open it. I hurriedly run to our bedroom. But no one is here.
I look inside the bathroom and still no sign of her.
I go to my study and still no Heaven. Damn woman.
In my frustration I can't help myself but to punch the walls with my bare fist.
"Idiot Deus. I'm so fucking stupid." I love how the pain feel. My fist starts to bleed and I don't care.
She really left me like how others did.
"Ahhhhhhh" I throw away everything that caught my attention.
"Fuck" I brushed my hair using my fingers in frustration.
She left me.
Just the thought of it is unacceptable in my part. The fuck that I will let her go just like that.
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