Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 51

DARIEL’S POV:-

“I am so sorry to hear what happened at the party, Dariel. Are you okay, my brother?” My jaw clenched when the cousin I resent the most asked in his fake charming tone.

“Yes. Ups and downs are a part of life. You don’t have to be vexed about my marriage, Helder.” I responded dominantly, trying to sound as calm as possible.

“Oh, why can’t I be worried? Though I am intrigued to see what you will do to Sam. Heard he touched-”

My mind lost when he pinched my sensitive near, “Nothing happened. Stop believing in the rumors.” I growled, curling my hands in a fist.

“I see. Ah, well, then I want to come and see my sister-in-law.”

To which I replied immediately in a cold voice, “You don’t have to.”

“But, I will. For sure.”

With his enunciation in a suppressed dark chuckle and ravaging my mood he cut the call.

“Dammit.” Cursing, I threw my phone away after talking with Helder which only worsened my mood as Ian entered, perplexed at my dismay.

Exhaling in frustration, I pushed my hair behind, my coat was over my seat as I was leaning against my seat. Unwanted thoughts and feelings began to surround me.

Clenching my hands in a fist, I glanced up at Ian who was patiently waiting for me to speak.

“Is everything alright, Sir?” He asked softly, arching an eyebrow, understanding from my frown that I was enraged.

“At this very moment, If I wanted, I could have vanished Sam from this world. End his whole being.” I growled, slamming my hand on the table.

“Then why are you stopping?” He smirked dryly, knowing me too well that if I wanted, I would have done the worst to him.

“For Jacey. If I did anything, she would think of me wrong as well. Let her live with that piece of shit and get her heart broken so she can realize.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

She was asking to get her heart shattered so let it be, when she would realize, let her come back to me, crying for forgiveness.

“And Sam? Shall we let him go?” Ian asked calmly.

I raised an eyebrow, a dark smirk creeping on my lips that he thought I would allow my prey to escape this easily without any punishment.

“Since when have you begun to take me this lightly, Ian?” I asked in a low, tempting tone.

Ian smirked back in return, I pondered about it for a few moments to wonder what to do with him. Leaning back on my seat, I rested my one leg over the other.

With my elbow on the armrest, I held my chin, narrowing my eyes to think how to teach him a lesson he would never forget.

“Shall I get him fired?” Ian suggested.

“No. Jacey would know it was me and if he got fired that good-for-nothing would enjoy on Jacey’s money.” I muttered.

“Then?”

And then an idea struck me. The way he was holding her wrist. Lord knows where else he touched her too and it made my jaw clench.

How dare he graze her skin?

“Beat him half to death so that he won’t be able to get up from the bed for a month at least. Make it look like some hooligans did it.” I ordered.

My smirk widened to perceive how rapturous it would be to find him hurt. I did the same with Jared and now he would face the same thing.

“Yes, Boss. That way, no one will suspect a thing too.” Ian nodded, bowing from respect.

He was among the few people I trusted deeply. He was in his forties and was with me for ten years. He was well aware of me.

“Good.” Humming, I gave him a file.

“Finish it here.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He was working, sitting on the couch in the middle of my gigantic cabin. I rested my head on my knuckles, closing my eyes.

One tribulation was solved and now it left Saafia.

What should I do with her?

I made a futile attempt to eradicate the sting in my chest but I couldn’t bring myself to forgive her. I tried to forget but I couldn’t. Her constantly coming after me was nagging me.

“I might not come. Go to sleep and don’t bother me now.” I ordered strictly and cut the call, not wanting to hear her gentle resonance further.

“Dammit.”

After cutting the call, I looked down for the next few seconds, her soft voice, calling my name was intoxicating me. Cursing under my breaths, I turned to Ian.

“Ian…” I called him.

“Yes, Sir?”

“You know that I don’t take things to my heart. In fact, I don’t care in the first place. Then why am I making such an ordeal out of what Saafia did?” I sighed, straightening my back.

Curling my hands in a fist, I gritted my teeth. That was not how I wanted her to call my name.

“I apologize and with due respect, she was not lying, did she? You should know that is you. Why be angry and sad over something you already know?” Ian asked nonchalantly.

The sight where she embraced after leaving Sam, that gave me a strong sensation of solace followed by all of them being ruined.

Why couldn't Jacey keep her mouth shut?

“That doesn’t mean I would tell the whole world after I cleared my image! It could affect our deal too.” I hissed, punching the table.

“And you saw what Jacey did at the engagement. I wanted to hurt your Madam for what she dared to speak.”

Muttering, I loosened my tie and rolled my sleeves to the elbow roughly with a scowl lingering on my face.

“Did you remember, Sir? Miss Veronica also did the exact same. And you burned her arm. You locked her in the room for a week. I am amazed you haven’t done anything.” He reminded me sternly.

Recalling how worse I could become but who would convince my heart?

“Exactly. Why am I only holding complaints with her and not taking action?” I whispered, putting my hand over my heart.

And Ian spoke what he shouldn’t, freezing my whole being when he said what I never thought-

“Heart is angry with those it loves but can never hurt them.”