Shattered_An Innocent Wife

The Red head girl

16 hours ago. 

Noah's POV

We were approx. 10 mins away from Huntsville. And I was on my third smoke. It is our third last stop before this never-ending road trip will come to an end. The best things about this stop were that it's for only 10 hours and is famous for good sceneries. So, the only thing I was looking forward to was taking the best shots of the fields, lake, and their shops. All was good until a phone call destroyed it all. And now I am looking forward to attending a f****d up meeting that I never meant to attend. It was with some Italian tech company which is going broke and want us to buy their shares. Well, it is more like giving out a donation than a business and I just hate giving donations.

To me, the donation is nothing but a word that people twists or use to get their own benefit. So, I never made them. But this time is an exception. Because the owner of the company was used to be a classmate with my grandmother. And this made me obliged to make this donation. Well, they call it business collaboration.

So, the call was not from anyone else but my grandmother. She lives in Mexico. Though I never asked for it my granny suffered a lot because of me and also is the woman who brought me up. I used to live with her until I was 17 years old. She is the kind of woman who knows how to manipulate any man on the face of this earth. No one can guess what she thinks and will do in the next moment. Indeed a true Miller. Yea, a true Miller. She is not really my Grandmother but Grandaunt. Sister of my grandfather. Never got married and known as the guardian and pillar of Miller's family and the curse. It is not just a title. She really has the power to make any changes in the will and displace the whole family fortune.

As for the curse, I didn't believe in it. I think I was different. I thought I was smart enough to deal with anything life throws at me. But the moment curse caught up. I was left with nothing. All the more reasons to hate my own blood. But curse or not. I am the only rightful owner of the Miller name and enterprise.

My granny's biggest concern is my marriage. She knows everything about my past and doesn't hesitate to use it against me. Even in the past, she hired girls from time to time, to win my heart. And it was truly disgusting. How I came to know about this? Well, the pattern was all too the same. That girl always had the looks like her. Same hair color, eyes, and even physique. The day I came to know about it I didn't contact granny for almost a year. All she ever cares about is Miller's lineage. As I am the sole owner she does put up with my attitude. So, maybe one day I will give up and get married or just give her an heir.

Her concerns once got her to the level that she started digging up if I have an illegitimate child by mistake. Miller enterprise also has a secret detective agency. As I never got my hands on Miller enterprise I don't own that agency now. But it is only a matter of days. Once, this trip ends I will be the sole owner of Miller corporate.

As for my granny, she no longer cares if my child is out of wedlock. Though it is true that I am the sole owner of my tech company but my father's earliest investment in my business comes from Miller enterprise. Also making my grandmother have a hold on that company too. The only reason that I put up with my cousin is also my Grandmother. So, saying that I am living for the day she will die for good is not wrong. Because I don't want to see the day when Carol got her dirty hands on the Miller enterprise.

It's been 18 months when I last went to visit my Grandmother in Mexico. And that Carol visits Grandmother almost every month. She is even ready to give up the family name of her husband and will adopt the Miller title for herself and her kids if my granny agrees to give her Miller corporations.

Flashback. 

It was Feb, almost 18 months ago. And I decided to visit my Grandmother so she could stop calling me almost every day. Granny and I were having dinner. Just like every other time she was not hiding her face in front of me. I saw how her face has more wrinkles around the burn mark on her face. The left side of her face from cheek to neck had a mutilated skin. Carol and I are the only one who sees her without her cover. And for that matter, she doesn't make any public appearances ever. No matter how much an important event is there. She even missed Carol's wedding.

We barely started our dinner when she decided to speak.

"I have chosen three girls for you to decide from." She announced like she is talking about the weather.

My fork was stopped for a moment but I soon adjusted. I didn't answer instead I took the wine glass and sip over it.

"They don't have any family. Bought up in the orphanage. Have graduated from prestigious colleges. The perfect combination of beauty and brain. I can't say if they are a virgin or not but it doesn't really matter." We both know why she will decide a girl with almost no background and we actually had a silent agreement over this one.

I still didn't answer. And was more focused on my meal.

"Noah! Talk to me." She warned.

"I am not gonna marry. And that's final." I gave her my final verdict.

"Then, Don't!" She spatted. "Just spend a night with them. Or surrogacy is also an option. Just give me your sperm." She tried to say this calmly.

"Granny! Now you are ticking me off." I replied.

"I am ticking you off? Noah Miller! I will give all of this property to Carol Miller and then you will know." She stopped to take a breath and composed herself to continue. "And you will be left with nothing but that small company of yours that you hold really close. But guess what! I will use my rights and strip you off from my shares." She said while gritting her teeth.

Only if she could die. But I think it's far as she is only 56 years old. And always keep her health as a first priority. I thought.

"That small company you are talking about worth almost a billion. I will give you an heir. Someday. I will hand over that heir to you. And you can bring him up here in Mexico." I said finally.

I tried to put her off.

"When?" She was quick to question.

"Not now. But I will." I tried to reply calmly and resume my food.

"And what if you got into an accident or die before you gave me an heir. Have you ever thought about it?"She said. OK, now she revealed that once I gave an heir it won't even matter if I die. Going good granny. I thought. But yea it's true. She was always clear about how lineage is more important for her.

"Don't worry granny. I will leave my mark on this earth before leaving. But when I said not now it means not now." I said firmly.

She knows everything. Everything about my past. But still, she chooses to act like it's nothing.

We resumed eating. She asked me questions about my company. That I try to dodge by giving vague answers. And when I thought I had made it, she took me to point zero. Again.

"Tell me, what kind of girls attract you nowadays." She asked.

"Women who are mute." I indirectly attacked her and her blabbering mouth.

"Noah Miller, first I won't allow any disabled or illiterate women to carry my heir. Second, if you want a disable why don't I break the legs of the girl. So, they don't run away from you." She spatted venom and it hit me right in the guts.

I knew I can't have this meal anymore. So, I got up from the chair and said. "I will head to my room for now. My flight is quite early. I don't think I will be able to say goodbye."

I left. But in the morning I found her standing at the door to see me off. She didn't say a word and I was too not in the mood to listen to anything. I just gave her a simple nod and left.

Flashback ends.

Sometimes I too feel that why I work when I won't be having someone to pass it on. I know I am 26 and have a lot of time. But I haven't made my mind in six years. If I will never be able to decide. But if I couldn't make my mind until I am 30. I will definitely go for surrogacy or hire a woman to deliver my rightful heir.

The GPS indicated to take left and I got out of my thoughts. My third cigarette was almost ending when we were in front of Blake's estate. With we, I mean a person I hired to act me. He is the best in his work. Can talk sweetly. And he was indeed leaving a good impression by talking softly and nicely.

The estate was indeed huge. It's been 30 seconds and we were still passing beside the fields. And the moment we came to the front. I noticed that the house was incredibly beautiful too. Truly showing off the money they had and like to spend. I was about to pull up the car when I noticed something hanging from one of the windows of the house. The moment my car reached the entrance I gave a honk to get the attention of dozed off Gatekeeper. But the moment my car honked I saw that thing get bumped into the windowpane. This is when I realize that it was some person's hair that was hanging from that window.

Whoever that girl was didn't stay on the window. Getting out of my car I stretched my neck. The guy Albert that I hired was talking to their servant and telling them about our arrival. The servant went inside to do God knows what. This is when I noticed that person on the window again. She was looking at us.

Nothing new for me. As to where ever we go every girl was drooling over Albert. They were literally ready to do anything for him. And it was so tiring because it really caused a lot of drama in these past months.

I couldn't see her face from this far but I could tell that she was small, young, and lean. Her hair that was hanging out of the window a moment ago was wrapped in some cloth. I was about to look away when that girl moves out of the window a little more. Gaining my attention again. But then she was not there.

The Servent came back and took Albert inside. I got busy checking out my emails. After almost 10 mins the very same servant came out.

What's your name young man. He asked. 

"Michael" I replied. 

"I am Peter. Let me show you your room." He said in a welcoming tone.

He took me to the backside of the house. It was still dark. Not too many LED's were on. And I think we were passing the windows that encased their kitchen. It was well decorated but not so spacious. The very same girl I noticed near the window before was moping the floor now. I might have not recognized her if it was not for her headcloth.

We passed the kitchen in a matter of seconds but I could not help but notice how lean she was. And not to forget the dark circles. She looked malnourished. But then a lot of girls suffer from bulimia nowadays. One can only feel pity for these creatures.

My chain of thoughts broke the moment I noticed the room they got me. There was no way I could stay in this room. The room was too small for my liking. And I am not really a big fan of small things. I could sense my anger on the way.

"Make yourself home," Peter commented.

I didn't turn to reply to him, to avoid my angry face. We, the miller's are not taught to be nice or kind. It is just not in me. We are just made to rule.

And maybe that servant got the hint that I don't want to talk too. So, he left. I left my small leather bag on the floor and went outside. I already slept in my drive coming here So, I was not looking forward to a nap.

Retrieving my camera and tripod stand from my car I started walking towards the field. The sun was rising from the east. Fields were like a golden sheet. Everything was just amazing. I took shots of different fields. After some time I found myself in a little home garden. Everything was just so simple and breathtaking. Detaching my camera from my stand I started taking shots of colorful flowers. I zoomed in and slowly changed the view. And suddenly I saw someone's thin lips.

I looked above from my camera to see that very same girl working in the garden. Her back was facing me. But whenever she tried to grab something out from her arm's reach I could see her face. I zoomed my camera. The morning breeze was blowing her Auburn red hairs on her face. She looked like someone around 15 years old. That kid smiled. I focused her mouth and click two shots. But then her smile disappeared. She had a very hard expression that I found difficult to comprehend.

I was about to click another shot when she gets up, turned and fell. She was surprised to see me. She was looking at me. I motioned her to stay so I could take another shot. But she didn't give me the second glance and left. As far as I remember people from counties like these love to get captured by photographers. Well, I guess not everyone is the same. And kids these days really got a temper. And this is also made me recall my childhood. That was not really bright as my anger and mood swings got me countless detentions for beating other boys into a pulp. Again something I got in my genes and really not proud of.

I wrapped my camera and walk towards my jeep. A guy in his forties approached me. Introduced himself as Ben. He requested me to park my car near the barn house. I got into my car and parked my jeep there.

I decided to call my secretary who might have landed in Italy at this time. We discussed some things. Even she was quite taken aback after hearing me say that we are gonna collaborate no matter what they are or how much we lose. She still informed me that she had sent me their details.

I got into my car. And start checking my email on my phone. The company had been indulged in numerous cases and debts. I called my secretary back and advised her to call me during the meeting so I could listen to what they got to say.

I checked the marketing reports, sent to me yesterday. The moment I was finished I messaged Albert to sent me some breakfast. I got out of my car and just to pass the time I start checking the pics I just clicked. I was still checking out the pics when I saw the same redhead coming from the backside of the house. She was carrying two large trash bags. Ignoring her I got busy on my camera. This is when I got a call from my secretary. The meeting sound to be just started. They kept going on about their previous achievements for like forever. But my secretary was more ready. She started her first question by their most recent scam.

She has become ruthless over time.

My mouth curled into a smile. But then I noticed a peculiar baking smell. I turned back and found that red Head girl standing with a tray. The tray didn't have anything baked but then I noticed that it is the girl who smells like a baked cake. Still focused on the meeting I grab the sandwich first. My secretary was throwing a rapid-fire but the guy who was answering her questions was amazing too.

But then I picked something weird. The girl was too silent. It was not like I wanted her to talk. In fact, I like it when people don't talk and stay silent. But it's common for people to say something when they interact. But she didn't even say any kind of greeting. I was not listening to the meeting anymore. All I could see was her tense body. She was even shaking a little. There could be only two reasons. First, she is not well. Second, she is afraid of something. This is when I noticed her clothes. They were so worn out. And even a hole was there on her t-shirt.

And I thought this town's economy was good. But you never know until you see. I picked up my bowl and made a reminder to give her a tip. But then a thought passed. Is she mute?

And before I could process I asked her? 

"You are maid here?"

Her reply was just a simple nod. At the very same time, my secretary was talking again. I paused to listen to her. But then my bowl was empty I placed it back on the tray she was holding and got my wallet out of my pocket. I was looking for some coins or something but all I had was 50 dollar bills. I was thinking to give her the bill or not. Giving tips never went well. You give tip to one person and then there will be a line. And while I was thinking I asked.

"It was you in the morning right?" I asked.

She turned. And I thought. Oh! She was already going away.

She again didn't say a word but gave me a nod. And this is when I decided to give her the money anyway. I took a 50 dollar bill and extended my hand towards her. I found her going away again.

With my extended right hand holding that bill I said.

"What was your name again?" It was my attempt to stop her and give her the money. But she didn't stop and almost ran away.

Ok! So now I wasted my whole two minutes contemplating something that was never going to happen.

The meeting ended after two more minutes. I sent a message to Albert to sent me some coffee, to arrange another room and a bath for me. The sun was getting a little hot now and I could totally use a bed to do my further work. I started packing my camera and other things. So, I could load them in the car before leaving.

I didn't get a reply from Albert but then I noticed that the very same girl was bringing the coffee for me. Well I kind of guess that it was for me. I again retrieved my wallet and took out the bill. But then I noticed something weird. She stopped walking and I stared without blinking. But then that Ben guy approached her. She handed over the cup to that Ben. That Ben guy came and handed over the mug. He had the sorry face. I wasn't planning to pry but I knew that this Ben guy will definitely explain.

"Actually the girl from earlier is a total psycho case. You just don't mind her." He said and walked away.

Well, the way she behaved and looked was totally explained now. It was good that I didn't give her the money. That would be a total waste.

I finished my coffee. And try not to think about things. I was at the top of the chain. Untouchable. Invincible. Days were going to be busier ahead. As I will have to deal with the Miller corporations now. Carol's face will be a sight for the sore eyes. I wonder how she is holding up even now. And though granny has the authority and rude to me, I know she loves me to bits. I am her weakness. She will never strip me from my rights. The only thing she likes about Carol is her loving nature. The way she talks sweetly and gives time to granny.

I was consumed in my thoughts and enjoying the lovely breeze when that Peter guy from the morning approached me. He told me that my room has been changed. I started walking behind him. But the moment we reached the staircase he informed me that my room is the second one on the left row. I thanked him for his time and made my way to the room he mentioned. But the moment I get into the hallway I could not help but notice the girl standing in the door of the first room. She looked like in her early twenties. Wearing a quite revealing robe she bit her lip when my gaze fell on her. I was about to pass her when she passed a chuckle and said. "Coward." I stopped in my tracks turned around and close the gap between us. "Did you just say something?" I asked and in reply, she tugged my collar a little to get me in her room.

I knew where it was going. And I know I should control but she was hot and I haven't touched any women since this stupid trip started.

Closing the door behind she leaned over my neck and gave me a peck with her soft pink lips. Only if she knows what kind of beast she is lurking in. And though I am a man with a very strong hold her feminine frame stir in the feelings I know I should avoid. My d**k twitched in my pants. And when I looked at her plump lips I imagined my length shoving down her neck and gag her to death. My imagination made my breath hitched. I was having a hard time not looking at her cleavage. She was this beautiful and fine but next her hand was on my groin and it seriously put me off. Girls who seem hungry for s*x always put me off. And plus she could be one of the Blake family's daughter. And I too don't hook up with just any girl. I have my very own personal sluts for my release. I take services from an agency that in all its definition is a brothel but is expensive, safe and discreet. And that's exactly where my weekends are. Her lips were about to crash on me when I leaned in closer to her ear and whispered.

"I will pass. You don't smell good enough." I said and she was still shocked when I passed her and leave the door open behind.

The moment I got into my room I felt hot. I didn't take much time to strip out of my clothes. Only leaving my boxer on I opened the door that I believed was a bathroom. And everything happened in a blink. I opened the door and she was going to the floor. And though I know I should never help someone but my arms worked before I could process my mind and she was in my hands and her head was buried in my chest. Everything happened in the millionth of a second. The first thing that got registered was, of course, my hardness that thrived wildly when it came in contact with a very soft thin frame. The second thing was her hands on my torso. I could feel her palms all rough. She raised her head above to look at me and I saw a pair of green eyes looking back at me. She was the same red Head maid from the morning. That psycho girl. I was so frustrated already and before I could compose myself she left. f**k! Well, this day can't go more wrong.

I took my much-needed bath and came out. Wearing my casual wears I started working on the project I have been working on since this started. A perfect plan to run the whole Miller enterprise without affecting my own tech company. I worked for almost hours. But the moment I felt tired I took my flask out and chugged down the content. In the past these years I have built a very strong tolerance against alcohol. No matter how much I drink I don't feel tipsy at all. The only thing I feel is agitation. And I am experiencing the very same thing again. My mind already traveled six years back. Her smile, her touch, and her scent were still there. Within me. I swear I could still listen to her laughs when I put a little pressure on my memory. I craved her like I never craved anything. She was my anchor. I still remember. Just a touch of her palm on my chest was enough to vaporize my anger in thin air. I knew I wasn't meant to love. A Miller was never to fall in love but I still had beliefs otherwise. I trusted the power of love just to realize that fate rules all. The path I traveled was not just hard it was impossible. It broke me beyond repair. And before I go to the worst part I take out another cigarette and smoke my worries out.

I don't know how long I spent there standing near the window. But I feel less agitated, the moment I finished my third cigarette. So, I decided to go and look around and maybe a little trip to the kitchen for some water was on mind. I was hoping over the staircase and the moment I took my step to the left at the end of the stairs she bumped into me again. She balanced herself from falling by keeping her weight onto me. Her distinctive baking powder kinda smells make me registered her presence even before I looked at her. I was frustrated at this point. First could be a coincidence but the second time is always planned. And psycho or not, it was so obvious now that this girl is craving attention from me. I guess the scowl on my face was more than enough to scare her away. Because in the very next moment she scurried away.

I made my way to the kitchen. No one was there. But then I recalled that I forgot my cell phone. So, I hurriedly made my way back to my room. But the moment I was passing beside the very same room where that slut tried to cage me I listen to a painful cry. The scream was of some girl. I stopped in my tracks. I could clearly hear the two hits of canning followed by that scream. Who would have thought that this girl was into kinky stuff?

I got into my room and changed into a formal dress. Though I can avoid this party the arrangements in the garden were breathtaking. And once it will be over I know I won't be attending any events while being undercover. So, an event where no one really knows my identity is a chance I will not leave. I came down and made my way to the kitchen first. This time I found an old lady making some tea. Ignoring her I went to the fridge and took out a water bottle. The moment I turned I saw that old lady making her way to the kitchen door in a hurry. I simply ignored thinking she is doing her chores. But then a voice hit my ears. "I don't want to live Abigail. I just don't." But before that voice could say something else that Abigail made her hush. She said something I couldn't listen but then she came back into the kitchen. She looked at me for a second. Her face showed a little anxiety. And before it could get any awkward I made my way to the kitchen door. I wanted to turn and look at who that girl was, but I know that sometimes not having knowledge is more convenient.

More than an hour passed. All the guests had arrived. Albert had been bombarded with endless greetings and business proposals. The reason I hate going to the events where everyone knows me. I was bored and was about to leave the party when I saw something very fishy. That psycho girl was dressed up for the party too. But she was walking with the help of two women. Those women made her sit on a chair. It was so obvious that the redhead girl was somewhere else and not in her senses. Even her getup was a little weird. She doesn't look like a 15-year-old girl. Instead, she looked like a woman. A model who had starved herself to be at zero sizes. Only if her height was a little more she was all set to be in the industry. Her hairs and makeup were still good. Properly hiding her malnourished features and dark circles. But the dress she was wearing was too loose. And it was obvious that she was wearing someone else's dress. But one thing was for sure. If one would ignore her lean physique, with her rare eye color and auburn hairs she was a very beautiful girl.

Her lips colored pink with some lipstick was going good with that blue dress. And despite being lean she had her fats on her mature curves. All in all, she looks like a plastic doll model. And I know I should look away before I have some weird thoughts for this kid.

I looked away but somehow I was convinced that she was the one who was getting canning. Only this way her gloomy face could be explained. Otherwise, a girl looking this pretty in a party doesn't have any reason to be upset.

My cellphone vibrated and it indicated a message from Albert. I looked above and he was nowhere to be found. The message said to me to meet him. The moment I got into the mansion I met Peter who showed me the way. Everything seems so fishy. I wish our cover is not busted. Though I don't care it will become so tiring. The guy leads me to the very same room where I was caught in an intense moment with that slut a few hours ago.

The moment I stepped into the room I could sense the tension. Mr. Blake was also there. It was so obvious that they know. But that really doesn't mean that they can question me. I can do whatever the hell I want. Before anyone could say anything Albert explained.

"Michael," He said very softly. "Mr. Blake's daughter Mariah claims that her very expensive necklace is not where she left. But Michael she also claims that a maid saw you stealing that necklace."

Albert was facing me and only I was able to see her lips half curled up. He rolled his eyes in disbelief. But then he mouths me. I got this.

"That's not true." I calmly replied.

"Mr. Blake can you call that maid up here so she could testify in front of me," Albert said quite professionally.

We waited for like 10 long minutes. To be honest I never saw that coming. I never thought that I will waste my whole 10 mins being an accused in front of such low beings. My stay here taught me that this family was beyond twisted and vicious.

Only I know how I restraint on my anger. I had my teeth gritted too tightly that I feel like I will break my jaw at any moment. But then she walked in. With her face bowed to floor and body trembling she somehow relaxed me. And then it struck me. Because last time I met a girl who could ease my anger and hell loosed.

She looked like a fragile doll. For a moment I forgot about my anger. I was truly relaxed. And I know it is not a good sign.

Mr. Blake said something I didn't pay attention to. But when that kid looked at me. I saw emptiness. The very same hollow I saw in my eyes every day. I was so lost in her eyes that I forgot about my anger, my anxieties, and my restlessness after a very long time.

I only came back to reality when she nodded her head in yes. I knew that she was lying because she had to. I could see that right through her. She was scared. It was so obvious that she will collapse to the floor at any moment. And these people are caring about a f*****g necklace. Why can't they just look at her condition? She was literally dozing off. She could meet the floor at any moment.

Noah don't!. You don't get into other people's matters. Your life is far more twisted. Whatever she is enduring is her fate. A voice of my conscience tries to compose me.

She left. And I was snapped out of my thoughts.

"I need to talk with Mr. Blake alone," Albert said. I passed a casual look to everyone and was the first one to walk out of the room.

Taking long strides I was about to walk towards the entrance when my gaze fell on something. Something so unbelievable. To my left on the first floor, I found someone manhandling that same girl. I could clearly see her hand fisted in an attempt to make that man lose the grip. If I was my old self this man might don't have his teeth in his mouth. And though my blood boiled and anger took over me I walk out of the entrance. It's none of my business.

I walk over to my vehicle and shut the door in anger. I punched at my dashboard so hard that my knuckles started bleeding. Relax Noah! You can't save everyone.

But you could have saved her. A voice boomed. No, I can't save her. I might save her this time but I won't be there next time. It's her problem

She should know how to deal with it.

I started my engine and went away from the mansion. I stop near a bar and asked for something strong.

"Is there any place around for camping?" I asked.

"Yea! Just go down the road and take 2 km to the left. There's a beautiful lake. People like to go there for fishing. Are you a tourist here?" He answered my question and asked me a question too. I just nod my head in reply. I sat there for almost an hour. I watched soccer on the screen. For a moment I thought to retrieve information on the Blake from this bartender but then I decided against this idea. This trip was really not going the way I wanted it to be. It is becoming tiresome. And the routine that I had developed for years to shackle my mind was disturbed by this stupid trip. If it was not for taking shots I might have gone crazy.

Whenever I closed my eyes that girl's face was all my mind could think about. It was so strange that she was the only one to interact with me the most.

I was going out and making my way to the jeep when I got a call from Albert. I picked the call and gave him a chance for an explanation.

"Everything is in control, Mr. Miller. They had admitted that their maid is not well mentally and also said their apologies. I will give you the details later."

"Ok, but do they know about you being not Miller."

"No, sir they don't. But I have got a situation here."

"What?" I casually asked.

"They are requesting me to spend another night here. So, they can apologize properly. Please tell me what to do with this request."

I was about to refuse but then something clicked.

"Agree! But take them away on a drive. And for this do anything you need to do." I ordered.

"This can be arranged. Anything else?" He replied.

"Nothing," I said and cut the call.

I roam around the town that was indeed beautiful. But at least now I know that the people here are far more complex. But then again people are like this everywhere. And maybe you are the worst of all. My mind echoed and I raced the car. I reached the lake and find a place a little high to set up a camp for me. This way I know I won't be disturbed by people. There was no way that I was spending a night in that house. It was beyond suffocated but the lake was indeed peaceful.

It was more after an hour when I got a message from Albert informing me that they will be out after half an hour. I started the engine and made my way to the mansion. I don't know what exactly I wanted. But I wanted to talk to her for once so I could really know what exactly was happening here. I know I might have saved her but that would have caused so much drama. The least I could do is to tell her that she should file a complaint.

I was about to take the stairs to the floor I saw her going in the afternoon but the movement in the kitchen caught my attention. She was right there. I was standing at the door. A whole minute went and she didn't turn back. And as I am not really a good example of patience I choose to startle her with my sudden voice in the air.

"I think we gotta talk." My voice broke the silence.

She turned. And her face had all the worry of the world. Yea! I expected that. But what I didn't count on was her reaction. She hurriedly made her way to the service door and ran away. I could only feel sorry for such pathetic creatures. Lowly coward creatures. I, Noah Miller wasted my life's half-day thinking about her but what I got in response was nothing but this. I didn't follow her. I simply made my way to the room. Packed my bag and made my way to the entrance. Getting my luggage in my car I started the engine and was making my way to the entrance. I saw Ben and that girl standing near the entrance. My gaze fell on the towel soaked in blood and wrapped around Ben's hand but I decided not to stop my car. I am not someone who helps someone without any gain. At least I try to be like this.

"We need help." A feminine voice hit my ears and I realized it was the first time I heard her say some words. So she is not mute in the end.

I pulled the car and open the passenger door. They also didn't waste a single second to approach me. The moment that Ben guy was all settled I heard her say. "I am so sorry for what I did." She paused to make sure the seat belt is secured. "Thank you so much for helping us." Saying that she closed the door. I didn't give her a reply and roared my car away.

"Where's the hospital?" I asked.

"Just go straight. And then take left from the first crossroad. It's not far." Ben answered.

"Don't mind her. She's just c***k. Don't know what she says." Ben again broke the silence.

"I don't. But she is indeed pathetic." I tried to reply casually.

"Don't say that. You don't know her. 

I might have told you but we are not allowed to talk about Sydney to any stranger." He said with a guilty voice.

"Next you will say she is the last heir of the lost kingdom. Guess what! I don't want to talk about it too." I almost snapped in an attempt to make him silent.

We reached the hospital. There was no rush in the ER. And he was immediately attended. I was about to leave when her attending nurse gave me a prescription to get filled by the pharmacy.

"You don't need to do that," Ben said apologetically.

Shaking my head in disbelief I made my way to the pharmacy. I really hope that this is the end of this hell of a dramatic day. I was standing in the queue when a person bumped into me. That bump was not followed by an apology and that made me turn around with a frown. I found a man in his late 50's dressed in a suit. When he saw my bothered face he gestured with a hand to say sorry. With him, a person in his early 20's was looking at things with keen interest. Like it was his first time here.

They didn't wait in the queue and went straight to the salesman. That man behind the counter also knew them and start serving them. They ordered some painkillers and condoms.

"Damn! I want to bang something really tight." The younger person said. 

The older man laughed and said. "Don't worry Julia is tight af. And don't be so choosy. This is not your city Man! Where you can get w****s everywhere. You are lucky that you have me here to show you around."

"She better be what you said she is. I haven't seen a p***y in four days." The younger guy replied.

They were not even trying to be discreet and everyone was bothered and trying to ignore them.

The moment I got my things I made my way to the ER. I saw Ben's hand all wrapped from the windowpane. I was about to enter the room when a nurse's panic voice made me stop in my tracks

"How can they do something like this with a child?"Another nurse beside the attending nurse of Ben said.

"Nothing can be done. The wedding is in two weeks. No later then a day she will be Eighteen." Ben replied.

"Oh, Jesus. I was just her attending nurse for three months. But I still remember her like it's yesterday. I might have visited but Mr. Patrick warned me that it's against the policy of the hospital." The nurse said with a pang of guilt.

"I wasn't her attending nurse but I too remember. She was the only r**e case in our hospital's history." Ben's attending nurse said and her eyes fell on me.

"Oh, you came." Ben's attending nurse said. And I made my way to them. I am not the person who gets bothered easily but the information was too much to take. Before I could even think about the information they accidentally provided me, those two men I met in Pharmacy came in.

"Ben! Is that you?" The older guy said. 

"Hey, Harry, when did you come to town?" Ben answered with excitement.

"Seb! It's Ben. I used to be her neighbor and his brother's best friend." Harry said.

"Nice to meet ya," Seb said but his gaze soon fell on Ben's attending nurse. He was making her really uncomfortable. She simply chooses to ignore him.

"What happened, Ben?" Harry asked pointing at his hands.

"Nothing much. It will be fine. But can you do me a small favor." Ben asked.

"Yea, sure, anything," Harry replied.

"Can you get me my insurance file. Actually, I might have asked Peter but he went to Georgia with Abigail. And even Blake's family is out on a dinner. You know Sydney is all alone and I can't tell her to drop the file. Plus you know there are not many taxies around. How will she manage?" Ben said and I could see all to clear how Harry's eyes darkened. And even a playful smile was on display.

"I don't think we can do that Harry. We have an important meeting. Don't forget." Seb said and I knew which meeting they were referring to.

"No, Seb, Ben is an old friend. And believe me, this is where you totally need to go. After all, Blake's mansion is a sight for sore eyes." Harry said and I knew where it was going.

"I will call Sydney to find the file before you are even there." Ben was quick to reply.

Are you insane? Ben! You stupid asshole. Can't you see what are they talking about? I shouted in my brain. And before I would punch someone in my anger and create a scene, I left the ER.

I started my engine but couldn't start the car. Even I saw those two bastards getting out of the hospital. They started their range rover and left.

Noah! Go and save the girl. That nurse was talking about the redhead. And those persons really don't have good intentions. I know I shouldn't be listening to this voice but before I could comprehend I turned my car towards Blake's mansion.

The moment that mansion came into my view my thoughts processed at a miles speed.

Noah! You are going to save her? You are just a monster just like them or maybe worse. You only destroy the things you touch. It's her fate. Let her deal.

I passed the mansion without stopping. In half an hour more I made my way to my camp. I don't know what I did was right or not. But it was smart. And it's enough to relax my nerves.