Chapter 11 ** Broken Soul **

|| CHAPTER THEME SONG:
Fire On Fire By Sam Smith ||

[[ Veronica's Pov ]]

My stomach knotted producing butterflies oddly. His breathing was erratic as he fanned on my lips. He was leaning so close to my lips. Just one inch closer, we could melt into one.

My thoughts were blank, unable to determine the dream and reality. I wasn't been intimated with any man before obviously a handsome one like him.

My expression was blank but pretty obvious that I was expecting a hot smoothing kiss from him!

Before I could regain my conscious state, I saw his eyes parting open a little. As if his vision became clearer, he started to ogle at me hardly.

The following moment, he had done something that I never expected. He threw me off from his chest using all the strength that he left in his body.

I gasped in astonishment and hit my ass cheeks on the hard floor. My features scrunchied when the pain shot through my muscles. I was lying numb on his chest and didn't expect this outcome. Thus this sudden pull had thrown me off from the hill to the ground.

Blake sat up abruptly and shot me a disgusted glare. His voice cracked edging the deep hatred that he felt for me,
" What were you doing on my bed?"

Hello! He spoke like I was trying to sleep with him!

I hissed in pain and rubbed my aching knees. I pursued my lips together without standing up,
" You sound like I was forcing myself onto you. It was you who pulled me. I am here just to send you this soup."

I spoke before averting my eyes on the hot soup which was still hot. Blake seemed messed up. His eyes started to close off but he stubbornly opened them up at my presence.

He took a glance of that bowl and ruthlessly gave his words,
" No need! Take it away! "

" Of course, you need it! ", I spoke with firm determination before making myself up from the floor. My knees were probably swallowed. It was aching too much.

He frowned hard at my sudden insistent and watched me walking over the table blankly. I understood that he was at his worst mood. I mean, he had already a bipolar personality. Now sickness had maiden it best.

He scoffed rolling his eyes at me,
" You think that you can order me? I don't need this damn soup of yours. Take it away! "

My anger rose up after his words. I had gone miles away to buy those staffs. In no way, I would go back to my room without making him drinking this soup.

I tiptoed in front of him and gave my final words,
" I am not going anywhere unless you drink this soup. Blake, you are having antibiotics and sick as hell. Only this soup can provide you nutrition. Drinking this soup would make no harm to you."

I paused a bit when I saw no effect of my words on his indifferent expression. I gulped before adding the rest of my words on purpose,
" If something happens to you, the media and whole B Nation will put that blame on me. I am already tired enough."

Blake suddenly looked up at me. His eyes had no sympathy for me instead a deep grudge that he felt for me. I was feeling like a criminal who was in observation by a police officer.

He smirked devilishly at me. Dropping his eyes at the bowl that I was holding on, he stated without caring about his words,
" Why are you insisting so much, Veronica? Let me guess.."

He tapped on his chin dramatically and studied my expression in his tired eyes. He resumed putting his hand back down on his thighs,
" Perhaps you have included a poison into it. If I drink, I will be gone direct to heaven and you will be completely free from this crime. Then the following year, you will take back each resources Victoria had and possibly win supermodel of the year award..Then.."

I didn't had the patience to listen his words anymore. Hurt consumed my entire soul after his harsh statement. He had envisioned me as a selfish woman who could kill anyone just to aim her goal.

I didn't wait any longer. Before he could spout anymore nonsensical words, I grabbed the bowl in my grip. Without caring about the temperature, I drank a mouthful soup under his watchful eyes.

Pain shot through my throat instantly. The soup was super hot since I just made it a few while ago. My lips burnt and tongue ached painfully. My heart howled in pain when the hot liquor slided down through my throat.

I spoke almost like a breathless whisper,
" I think, it's enough to prove you that the soup wasn't poisoned."

I didn't stay any longer. Placing back the soup on its earlier spot, I headed off from his room and made my way back to my room.

[[ BLAKE'S POV ]]

She slammed the door off on my face! This annoymous noise at this hour probably shook the entire house.

I stared hard blankly at the door!

I was illogically scolding her at that time!

Later on, I recalled that it was me who assumed her as Victoria. I think, it was my fever that made my emotions transparent. I was just finding something to vent out my suppressed anger.

The feeling of not having more people to find Victoria in C Nation made me crazy!

I was thinking myself as an incapable husband and a useless father soon to be.

I sighed helplessly and teared my eyes apart from the door way. Watching at the soup boil, a little ache formed inside my chest.

After my grandmother left me, no one except the chefs ever cooked personally anything for me. Victoria was always very busy with her career and never showed any interest on cooking. Even she used someone else to boil an instant noodles. I couldn't blame her. Because my wife wasn't a regular housewife. She was the supermodel of the year and was known by the world.

My mind drifted at the moment when Veronica drank that hot soup. She was painful after drinking it. I could detect it from her crunched face.

At first, I thought of leaving it just like that. But the uneasiness of my heart didn't let me in peace. Earlier my lady caretaker told me that the kitchen was out of vegetables.

Wait! Did..did she go to buy this staffs at this hour!

My face turned sour in guilt after this realization. I was way too hard on her a while ago.

I swallowed down my pride and picked up the bowl effortlessly. After checking the temperature, I gulped down all the soup in a shot and put the empty bowl back at its place.

The taste wasn't clumsy which further proved that she wasn't very new in cooking.

Was she used to cook for herself in foreign? How was her life in abroad?

So far I had known Victoria, she never had any interest in cooking things. She always stayed further away from stove or knife in fear that she would harm herself which might probably give her a long time scar.

This two sisters...

Why were they so different?

[[ Veronica's Pov ]]

I came back to my room crying. No one had ever insulted me in such way. I was nothing more than a criminal in his eyes.

Even though I did nothing wrong, I felt guilty.

No one would feel good about it when someone is always thinking you as a criminal who is waiting for a perfect chance.

I buried my head inside the pillow and brusted into tears. I could no longer be strong.

This blaming was killing me everyday.

When I started to question myself, my phone rang suddenly. I was jerked off from my head.

No one would call at this hour if nothing serious happened!

My hands began to shake when I saw the dialer was my dad.

Did Blake make a move on his companies? Or father has fallen sick?

I wandered before pressing on the answer button fearfully.

" Veronica! ", his low voice eased a lot of my fear.

I sighed in relief secretly and spoke clearing my throat,
" Father! Why are you awake at this hour? Has something happened?"

He fell in dead silence which scared me the most as if he was battling with his innerself. Moment afterwards, his voice came out crackling,
" Did..Did you really kill Victoria? Speak to your father truthfully Veronica. There is no one now except you and me."