CHAPTER 4
THIRSTY FOR REVENGE
"You're right. There's absolutely nothing I can do ." Flora nodded in affirmation. She raised her eyebrows slowly, blood cursing through her body as her heart slammed against her ribs.
She looked at Debby with utter disgust.
So, all this while, Richard has been sleeping with her best friend and would always use too much office work as an excuse to keep late nights, just to have his way with his mistress?
"So, who was that man, Debby? Who was the bastard that you arranged for me last night?" Flora asked, her voice stern and filled with hatred.
"Oh that?" Debby chuckled.
"Is there still any need for you to know?”
“Well if you insist, the truth is that…we hired a gigolo to devour you that night, but when he returned, he told us that he found another man in the room already, so he couldn't carry out the assignment."
"What?" Flora exclaimed.
"Yeah. So for now, I have no idea of the man that screwed and lick your clit* overnight. Whether he's short, tall, young, old, handsome or ugly, only your imaginations can answer that, little bitch! All we know is that another man successfully pulled your pants down." Debby sniggered, her voice devoid of any remorse.
"That's such a big lie!" Flora argued.
"I know what I'll do. The surveillance cameras of the hotel will definitely give me the detailed history of everything!" Flora said and began to walk away with deliberate steps.
"Bad news." Debby's condescending voice echoed. "The hotel's surveillance cameras happened to develop some serious mechanical fault yesterday. What a terrible coincidence, right?" She smirked.
Flora swallowed painfully.
‘These people are exceptionally smart! They really know how to play their card without flaws.’ She cursed inwardly.
Flora paused after taking some steps away from the garden and turned to glance at the Wilson's mansion for the last time. Her eyes suddenly shifted to meet the gazes of the very people that have betrayed her.
But now, all the tinge of sadness in her heart has completely vanished.
All that is left of her now is how to pick up her pieces and move on for good.
"I regret ever knowing you, Debby! I hate you all!" She cursed and left.
Watching Flora's slender body depart the Wilson's mansion, the three women looked at each other and bursted out into a mocking laughter.
Finally, they have succeeded in evading the obstacle to their dirty games.
***
While staying in Mexico with her aunt, Flora’s world came crumbling when she discovered that a seed was growing in her belly. The realisation of this even felt more hurtful than getting divorce without a penny.
How can she ever overcome the trauma of getting pregnant for a man she has no knowledge of?
She was certain that the little life she was carrying was not Richard's, because since their wedding night, Richard has not failed to use protection before having any intimacy with her.
In spite of all, she still did everything possible to put her past behind and hustle to bring out a better version of herself. Even if not for anything, she has to be strong and give her son a better life.
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Six years later, at the well lit modern international airport, Flora took a deep breath before opening her eyes and looking at the environment around her.
Finally, this day has arrived, a day she can mingle with people in high society as she always does while growing up.
The atmosphere in the environment was harmonious.
At the airport, two young ladies held a welcome card. It was written, Chief Designer of Deluxe Arts, Flora Blake.
The ladies hung the cards on their neck, rolling their eyes over all the feminine faces as they searched frenzily for the woman they've been asked to welcome.
They keep rolling their eyes between their phones and the faces of young dignified women in the surrounding, hoping to see an exact match of the woman in their gallery.
From the description given to them by the woman's aunt, their expectation was to see an honourable woman appear in a sophisticated dress that would signal her presence in the midst of thousands, but their assumptions were wrong.
Suddenly, they spotted a casually dressed woman approaching.
Her perfect blonde long hair and cute white eyes still complimented her exceptional looks. Beside her, a little boy of approximately five years old was happily pushing a cart containing a small briefcase and a mini side bag.
Among the children in the environment, the boy's figure stood out. He has exquisite facial features and his eyes were cute and white like his mother's.
No one who sighted the little boy would not pause and give a remark after a second look. His cute pink lips and a well shaped nose were just the exact features of those rich kids usually pictured on a magazine cover as models.
"Wow! This boy is overloaded with good looks."
"I guess he took after his father. Because his looks are too good to be compared with his mother's.***" Different comments stem up in whispers from the people around.
Flora took a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut, the moment she heard the whispers of her son taking after his father's looks.
Those words only reminded her of how she ended up birthing a child that she has no clue of who the father is, presenting her with the hurtful past she thought she had forgotten.
If not for her aunt's persuasion for her to return to New York after helping her secure a better job offer at a friend's design company, Flora wouldn't have wanted anything to do with the city until she's completely healed from her past.
She quickly took out her glass case to put on her dark sunglasses to hide the tears that were threatening to fall.
"Mummy. Don't you think those two ladies over there are here to pick us up? They've long been staring at us and whispering to each other. You told me that you're resuming a new job as a chief designer, right?" The little boy noted, pointing at the tags hanging on the ladies' necks with his mother's name boldly written on them.
Flora pursed her lips and smiled enigmatically. One thing she cherishes a lot about her son is his high IQ and the way he reasons smartly like an adult.
Well, just the thought of this reduces her resentment whenever her past comes flashing at her. At least, even though she's a single mother, she's got the cutest little boy in the whole world.
Flora followed the two ladies as they led her towards the chauffeur, who drove them with the moderate speed like she's always done when she was driving in the past, until they alighted a tall, magnificent building with shining silver gate. It looks like an estate with many flats of similar structure.
"Welcome to the Deluxe design estate ma'am. As instructed by the chairman, this will be your apartment for now." One of the ladies said as they walked to the frontage of one of the biggest and newest flats amongst the houses.
Wow! Flora exclaimed, her heart pulsating in awe of the large
apartment she never thought of occupying anytime soon.
In the evening, she decided to go out on a stroll with her little boy to at least get familiar with the environment before she resumes work the next morning.
"Hey mummy, look over there! I love that building. It looks really beautiful." Her little son remarked, pointing at a largely built pyramidal structure. Its exquisite external features were top notch, making it easy to spot among all the large buildings on the street.
Flora raised her brows. "Wow, it actually looks so..." She paused when her eyes shifted to the large sign post at the gate.
It reads, "Welcome to the Wilsons Swift Holdings. (The right place to satisfy your high luxury taste.)"
Her jaws dropped. She took a deep breath to calm her rising heartbeat down.
‘Wait, How did the Wilson's Swift Holdings relocate to this street?’ She couldn't believe her eyes.
Immediately, she swiped her phone and typed the full information about the Wilson's Swift Holdings in her google search.
There, she saw what almost broke her to pieces. The Wilson's Swift Holdings has just recently built this new site and converted it to their permanent site.
She squeezed her eyes and swallowed hard.
Everything reminded her of how she lost her inheritance to the bastards that own this company because of their evil set up.
She didn't expect that her new company would be in close proximity to that of the same people that brought heavy emotional damage to her.
At some point, she thought of resigning and searching for another job in a distant location, but then, a strong voice from deep within her heart cautioned, ‘Why should you resign your job for the same monsters that you've been anxiously waiting for a time to destroy? Shouldn't this be the best opportunity for you to monitor their every move and know how to strike a balance between their strengths and weaknesses?’ She let out a wicked smirk as she took off her glasses to have a glaring view of the building before they returned home.