Chapter 4: Making Plans
Bianca's POV~
Cecelia's mouth opened and closed back and forth like a fish. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were wide lost in their fury as she wagged her finger back and forth.
Her lips trembled in anger as she kept pointing at me, "You—" she stammered and panted, her entire body shaking.
Then I snapped out of it, my eyes widened, “Shit! I had lost control of my emotions.” I muttered to myself. I took in a deep breath and tried to calm myself.
“I needed to remain calm. I couldn't let them be suspicious of any big change. I couldn't screw this up before we even began.” I muttered to myself as I talked my senses into myself.
My eyes closed, and I breathed slowly. I clenched my fists then released them slowly again, and when I opened my eyes the next moment, they were clear of any rage and what remained was Coldness and indifference.
I looked at my mother-in-law whose temper wavered in an instant. She was tense and watched me starry-eyed.
I rubbed my face and breathed softly, then I leaned my head forward a little. "I am sorry," I whispered. "I didn't mean to be rude. I just had a nightmare."
She raised an eyebrow. "Nightmare?"
I bit my lips and clenched my fist "Yes," I breathed, shivering. "It was… horrible."
I did not allow her to speak before I turned and walked towards the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind me.
I couldn't stand looking at that face anymore, I worried that I would lose control again and bash her head which I knew I couldn't do, at least not now.
I stood with arms leaning on the sink rims with fists clenched as I glared at myself in the mirror.
My face was pale and puffy and I could see the red lines in my eyes, I stared at my face which had always been pampered but now looked tired.
But the most important thing is that I’m back! God had given me a second chance, a second chance to do better, a second chance to make things right and give back the pain I had received, and I wasn't going to waste it.
I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to remember everything that had transpired before I died. But the memories remain blurry and I could not remember much. But I know at this time, that bastard, Nathan hadn't faked his death yet so I still had time to prepare.
But I wish God had brought me back to the time before Father had passed away, I would have saved him and apologized for disobeying him when he had warned me not to marry Nathan but my disobedience had caused his death.
“Father…” I whispered with pain then I exhaled a breath and messed up my hair. No. I was not going to allow myself to give in to grieving now. I had too much to accomplish.
I came out of the bathroom with a calm face, then walked to the bedside table and I took the tiny bottle of medicine, but what was in it was not medicine but—Poison.
Nathan had been poisoning me, and I had been swallowing it like an idiot. I whirled on my heel and then I was standing back in the toilet. And without wasting time, I dumped the pills into the toilet and watched as the little fatal pills revolved in the water. I felt relieved.
And then I flushed.
I leaned back and saw the poison going down and then it's Vanished before my eyes. I sighed in relief, “Problem one gone.”
“Now, What's next?” I asked myself then my eyes lit up.,
I required a doctor. One that I could trust, and the only person I could think of— My Fists clenched around my phone as I scrolled through my contact list, my finger hovered on the contact…Dr. Emily Carter.
She had been employed by my dad for years and She was also a friend of the family. If anyone could help me, it would be her.
I didn't even hesitate before I pressed the call button.
The phone rang.
Once. Twice.
Then— "Bianca?" A voice that I recognized sounded shocked. "I. I don't believe this! Why are you calling me?" She said in disbelief.
I swallowed hard, gritting my teeth to keep my tone level. "Dr. Emily, I would like to see you… In private?" I said. There was silence at the other end of the phone and I had to clench my phone tightly as I felt fear.
Then she spat. "As it happens, I did have a word to say to you too. There is something you have to be told." Her voice sounded heavy which made me curious.
I nodded even when I knew she couldn't see me, "Tomorrow," I said, then continued after thinking for a while, "We'll get it sorted out tomorrow."
"Alright," she said, "Tomorrow then."
The call was hung up.
I just sat there staring at the phone as I spaced out for a little while.
I knew I couldn't fight this alone, because I knew Nathan had already begun his preparation and he would have gone too far into it and it was not just now he started. I knew I couldn't do that myself, so I needed someone hard, someone who was powerful enough to help me, but who could I collaborate with?
My breathing immediately seized as I thought of only one person—Damien Sinclair!
The man who I had a night with and became a nightmare, the man who I would never forget no matter how much I tried to….
But, He hates me so much, right? Can Damien help me?…