Chapter 13 ** She is mine! **

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Touch It By Ariana Grande ||

[ BLAKE'S POV ]

I placed my order like the damn owner of this house. Even last night, I was confused inside my own thoughts that whether I was doing right thing or not. Sometimes her behavior made me wondered that I was the villian in this story.

Then everything got screwed up!

I was sleeping at that time when I got the call from the head inspector from B Nation. He confirmed not once but thrice that Veronica danced with the mafia leader at that night before the fire took place. Her smiling face was evident in the images that got on my nerves.

Was this girl obsessed in playing with me?

I was mad and furious severely. I asked her numerous times to confess the truth but she zipped up her lips.

Does it make any sense?

She was seen twice at the same night with that mafia leader. Co-incident happens but this wasn't giving me any right vibes!

Damn! Did this twenty something girl think that she can fool Blake Davidson?

Her little gesture to the caretaker who was going to speak for her possibly didn't escape from my eyes. Somwhere it wavered my heart but I insisted on staying firm on my decision.

I left the hallway after giving her my stern words and walked back to my upstairs.

She deserved this!

[ VERONICA'S POV]

I stared down blankly at the waterline. Hairs messed up, I looked like a professional servant of resthouse. I was pouring water to wipe off the floor. Blake wanted everything neat and clean. He shouted those words few times from upstairs.

Aunty gave me a pitiful look before sighed helplessly and retracted from the doorway. I watched the water pouring down into the bucket blankly. Tears blurred my vision but I refused to shed them stubbornly.

I wasn't opposed against this tasks. I always loved to clean my places and personal belongings. Perhaps I got this habit while staying in foreign. After coming back to my country, Dad didn't let me do any household works and asserted few servants to do all my housechores.

I snapped out from my thoughts and lifted up the heavy bucket from the floor. Making my way towards the hallway, I put it down and bent down to pick up the wiping brush.

Blake's voice came from upstairs,
" No use of brush! "

I looked up, confused by his words. He was bending forward, placed his two broad arms on the railings and swung half of his upper body forward playfully. A smirk was playing on his luscious lips.

He seemed to enjoy my miserable state! Why wouldn't he? After all, I am the murderer in his eyes!

He crooked his eyebrows tightly at my face and stood up straightfully. Shoving his fists inside bossily, he made his statement clear,
" I asked you to use your hands to clean the floor. Don't you understand human words or you pretend to be dumbass?"

I intaked a deep breath and responded lowering my eyes on the floor,
" I..I understand.."

He was gone after giving his ruthless command. I kept staring at the detergent unblinkingly. I know what would happen but still I had no choice.

I ignored my fears and crunched down on the cold floor. A sweet fragnance engulfed the air as soon as I unpacked the detergent. Pouring some portion of it inside the bucket, I started to rinse using my bare hand.

After whirling my hand for a few moments, I began to feel itch coming through my skin. I ignored those feelings and continued my task.

Moments later on, those itches turned into aching and burning slow. My face scrunched in pain as I stubbornly continued working.

If my pain gave him satisfaction, let him be!

[ BLAKE'S POV ]

I returned to my room after giving her instructions. She was looking pathetic just the way I wanted to see her!

I shifted my eyes on the picture placed on the table. It was a picture of Victoria smiling widely as usual. I exhaled a soft sigh of frustration and paced on the way.

Picking up the frame, I pinched one side of its corner and whispered sadly,
" I am going to seek justice for you, baby. Even those damn laws can't stop me."

An hour later, my lady caretaker made her way inside my room in rush. She didn't even care to knock and stopped in front of me like a flying ghost.

I looked up, slightly irritated and asked in a cold voice,
" Aunty, why don't you knock?"

Despite my cold glare, her features didn't get scared like before instead turned more pale and anxious. She opened her mouth before uttering nervously,
" Sir..The young lady..."

I stopped her midway lifting one of my hand. My face darkened at the mention of Veronica.

She might have come to speak for her, isn't she?

I cut off her words without hearing the rest,
" Aunty, please don't interfere in my personal space. My situation with Veronica is completely private. Please respect my privacy."

She looked little surprised by my straight words. Face spanned in hesitation for a while. Taking a sharp breath, she blurted in a single breath,
" Young Lady..She..she has fallen sick while cleaning the floor, Sir. It's serious. She is in her half conscious state."

" What?", I blurted out shockingly, getting up from my chair and made my way downstairs in full speed.

I swear on God! If she plays another drama, She will be dead meat.

My track frozen when I noticed her lying figure on the floor. Water sprawled all over the places and she looked like a dead fish who was trying to save herself at the last minute of her life.

I scooted closer hastily and swallowed hard when my eyes ran across her body. Her body was red, full of rashes. She was whining lowly and was muttering inaudible words.

Shit!

I cursed underneath my breath and got on my knees to check her temperature. My face paled when I understood that she was burning in high fever.

I yelled at my caretaker who seemed utterly sorry for her state,
" Tell the driver to take out the car. Now! "

I shouted so loudly that the lady jolted in fear before running out of the hallway. I stared down at her as guilt consumed my soul unknowingly.

Without caring about her dress, I scooped her up in my arms and made my outside. My car was already waiting for me outside.

Just when I took a marathon run to way of my car, I got bumped against a firm chest accidentally.

I spurted looking up at the familiar face,
" General Asher! "

Asher didn't greet me back and shifted his attention on the woman in my arms. His calm face tightened and eyes lost color.

Looking up at me murderously, he scowled using his loud voice,
" What have you done to her?"

I composed my anger. This wasn't the right time to fight with him. Veronica's state wasn't optimistic and I wanted to take her in the hospital as soon as possible.

I gave him an abrupt answer and tried to walk past him,
" She just fell sick and need medical services asap. Please move away."

Asher blocked my path again and insisted extending his arms to snatch Veronica from me,
" You must have done something to her. I knew it. Give her to me! I will take care of her."

He took her from me before I could assert his words. My face sank in anger when he pressed her head against his chest carefully.

My knuckles tightened and anger started to boil through my veins. As he inteneded to walk away, I grabbed his arms from back impulsively.

Who the hell was he? Who gave him the damn audacity of taking her away from me?

His track paused and eyes looked back at me with confusion. I gave my final words before taking her back in my arms,
" No closer! She is mine and I can take care of her."