Chapter 135: RICHARD
I was close to calling her back.
My finger laid just a touch away from dialing her number, until I decided not to.
The bitch was really pushing my limits. After explicitly telling her not to end the call, she fucking did.
And of all nights, this particular night after I saved her stupid ass from being entangled with a man she did not love for the rest of her life. Without my intervention, in two weeks time she would have walked the aisle and said ’I do’ whether she wanted to or not.
I still don’t know why she couldn’t tell her stepmom no, or even speak up against the ill treatment leveled on her by those she called stepsisters. But there had to be something other than the kindness they bestowed on her by taking her in, there had to be more to it.
Whatever it was, it was efficient. It subdued her to the very least. Perhaps I would ask the ever ready to please dowager and have that power over the blasted girl.
Because it was really getting out of hand. She was growing more guts and I had to keep her in check. I expected nothing short of appreciation and compliance after saving her, but instead I got defiance and a fake ass play at appreciation. How can you be grateful and at the same time, refuse to please the one who just saved you?
Most girls who have been calling me nonstop to share my bed, or do whatever I wanted. Most would have surrendered themselves to me to do as I pleased, but not the fool headed, Sofia Blake.
Woe to me for pitying her. The girl deserved every maltreatment she was getting at their house. She even deserved more. And I was going to make sure she gets it.
One would even think that after seeing her all servitude and helpless, she might actually be embarrassed by it. Considering all those times, she challenged and wagged her tongue at me, only for me to see her in such a state of muteness and submissiveness, a normal person wouldn’t even dare question my orders again, but Sofia wasn’t normal.
She was mad and the girl had no shame. Perhaps she even took it as nothing.
I felt like punching myself. How could I have ever saved that bottle of Petrus, I should have allowed it to ruin that rug and then her stepmom would kill her. An ending very deserving of her.