Chapter 70 I Was Deceived by William, He Doesn't Love me.

Elena Garcia POV:

I woke up to a pitch-black room and an empty spot next to me.

Where the heck did William go? I called out his name, but no answered.

The whole place felt eerily quiet, just me and the darkness. The sweet morning scene I had pictured was nowhere to be found. If it weren't for the soreness in my body, I'd think last night with William was just a dream.

"Damn it!" I cursed.

I stubbed my toe on the cabinet and yelped in pain.

I fumbled around and finally turned on the bedside lamp. The warm light made me feel a bit better.

Where could William be? It was already evening, and he wouldn't just leave. Maybe he was in the living room?

I figured the movie party had probably started, and he didn't wake me because I was out cold. That thought made me feel sweet. Last night having sex with William made me feel even closer to him, and I couldn't wait to see him again. So, I got dressed, quietly opened the door, and headed to the living room.

The lights were off there too, but I saw some light.

The projector was casting a movie on the white wall.

I saw three figures on the sofa and let out a sigh of relief.

I walked closer, ready to call out to William, but then I heard him and his friends talking.

"Damn it, I shouldn't have brought these girls."

"If you didn't, how would you get your rocks off? Hire some hookers?"

"But they're all in the bedroom now, which sucks. I wanted a girl to blow me while I watched some porn."

"Then you shouldn't have gotten wasted in the car, Tony," William said, mocking him. He took a swig from a wine bottle and texted someone on his phone.

"Lighten up, William!" Jones laughed. "Stop texting her; you're here to have fun!"

Something felt off, and I froze. I didn't know who "her" was, but it gave me a bad feeling. Especially since it seemed like whoever William was texting was messing with his mood today. I felt a pang of jealousy.

I think most girls would agree that when their boyfriend's mood swings because of another woman, it stings. It's that possessiveness that comes with being in love.

My possessiveness towards William wasn't obvious at first, but as we got closer, it grew stronger, making me painfully aware of it. But maybe that wasn't the real reason for my bad feeling.

It wasn't until I paused that a name William mentioned hit me like a ton of bricks. Only then did I realize the unsettling truth that had been lurking in the back of my mind.

William shouted, "Damn it! Sofia knows Elena came to see me today, and she's asking where I am!"

He tossed his phone aside, then picked it up again, looking struggled.

After he finished speaking, Tony asked, "After she turned you down again a few days ago? What a weird person, William. Are you sure she's not just messing with you?"

William shot back immediately, "Shut up, Sofia isn't like that!" He started typing on his phone again. The face that once made my heart race now just made me feel cold.

I stood there, feeling as if my heart had turned to ice, freezing my blood, my expression, and everything else within me.

William looked anxious and a bit disgusted. I didn't want to guess who the disgust was directed at, but I knew it wasn't Sofia. He still wanted to see her. He wouldn't treat her like that, so I could guess that he detested me.

"I need to find a way to get rid of Elena!" William decided.

"We all thought you started dating Elena after Sofia rejected you. She's Sofia's sister, right?"

I listened to William's friends' questions, but I couldn't tell who was speaking. Only William's clear response reached my ears, breaking my heart into pieces.

"Listen, I didn't start dating Elena because Sofia rejected me. If I wanted a girl like Sofia to date, to make her a substitute, I wouldn't choose Elena. She's nothing like Sofia. Elena's got a decent face and body, but do you know how boring she was in bed? She was like a stiff piece of wood; I thought I was screwing a pillow."

One of his friends asked, "Oh! Then why are you dating Elena?"

"To protect Sofia." William's expression was serious and determined. His words confused his friends, but I got it immediately.

"If you knew how awful, malicious, and stupid Elena is, and how she targets the girl you like, but then you find out that Elena has fallen for you, to protect the girl you like, you'd make the same choice I did."

As William was talking, he finished typing his message, probably to send to his dear Sofia.

I felt cold all over, my legs weak, like I was cursed. I couldn't even breathe deeply. William, who had been sweet-talking me just hours ago, was now speaking like a nest of vipers wrapping around my body and tightening around my throat, rendering me speechless!

All I could think about was why? Why did he do this to me? I trembled with rage. I screamed inside! I stared at the back of William's head, the one that broke my heart, and I could almost hear my teeth grinding together.

I still had some faint hopes about William because of our recent sex. I didn't want to believe I was being treated so cruelly.

People often had negative impressions of others because they didn't really know them. After spending time together, even if those impressions stayed mostly negative, there were usually some changes. But I realized how naive I had been.

"So you brought Elena here today just to take out your anger on her? Because of the anxiety Sofia caused you a few days ago?"

"Maybe you could call it revenge. William is avenging his beloved Sofia, haha!"

"Sounds like a real scumbag move!"

"I didn't play with her feelings!" William said with contempt. "She was bought back from gang members by the Garcia family with money. On her first day back with the Garcia family, she was wearing clothes more revealing than your girlfriends'. You know what I mean?"

His friends reacted, then burst into laughter. "Playing with a whore doesn't count as playing!"

William kept talking, and now he looked like a demon to me.

"The deepest way to hurt a whore is to tell her she's just a whore when she falls in love with you! But I don't think I hurt her or insulted her. I was very gentle with her today. She likes me, I satisfied her, and then I fucked her really well. At most, I helped her recall her previous profession, right?"

I couldn't take it anymore. How could the person I liked be such a disgusting existence!

"William!" I forced my rigid body into motion, swiftly approaching William and his companions. As William turned to look at me, I swung my hand with all my might, delivering a resounding slap to the man who had both shattered my heart and incited my fury.

"Elena, you..."

"Shut up!" I held back my tears. After being humiliated like this, I didn't want to show my vulnerability.

I had so much to say, but in the end, I only said, "You disgust me, William."

William's face showed a hint of panic, but he quickly realized I had heard their conversation.

In my disappointed gaze, he showed no remorse; instead, he sneered. "I'm disgusting? Elena, you're making me gross! Have you forgotten how you almost got Sofia killed? Just because she's better than you? Do you expect me to feel guilty for you? Come on, anyone who knows your past and your true nature would only sympathize with me and Sofia!"

He grabbed my wrist. "You want to keep slapping me? Go ahead!"

Then he shoved me hard to the ground. "Don't act all pitiful, like you were deceived. You whore, I'm not the only one who's fucked you. Are you going to say this to every client who doesn't have feelings for you?"

William pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet and threw it at me. "Consider everything that happened today as you go back to your previous job. Take the money and fuck off, Elena!"

Our commotion was so loud that two other girls came out of their rooms curiously, but their boyfriends quickly scolded them back inside.

After humiliating me, William finally found a way to get rid of me without an excuse. He threw all my things and me out of the villa like trash.

"Get out, Elena! Don't let me see you again!" William snapped.

I growled, "William! You bastard, you're more nauseous than the maggots in the sewer!"

William sneered, "Don't use such disgusting descriptions. This maggot's penis just made you high and scream with pleasure!"

I stepped forward and tried to hit him, my nails leaving long, deep scratches on William's face. Enraged, he struck me with a harsh, resounding slap. The door slammed shut in my face, and I could hear them laughing inside.

When I was alone, feeling the sting on my face, my tears finally fell.

I didn't knock on the door again. William had given me a reason. He didn't love me, and all my efforts would be useless.

I took out my phone, desperate to leave this place as soon as possible.

I walked a distance and found no bus stops around. In the end, I could only walk to a billboard by the road. The billboard had lights, at least providing me with some comfort in the dark night.

The feeling of being alone and helpless made me desperate. I thought about who I could ask for help.

My parents? Albert? Sofia? Or my new roommate? For some reason, Marco's name didn't come to mind at first.

I bit my lip and first texted Noah to see if they had finished their business. Noah replied within a second, telling me they were still busy and asking if something had happened.

I didn't answer, and Noah's call came through quickly.

"Elena?"

The voice wasn't Noah's. It was deep and gentle, but in my panic, I didn't notice.

"Sorry, Noah, but I wanted to ask if you could help me..."

I was only halfway through my sentence when the phone gave a low battery warning, interrupting me. Then, it shut down automatically.