After-Pill
1092 Words
Maverick simply turned away from Valencia without saying a word or paying her a glance; by the time he'd returned, he was already dressed in a tailor-made black suit—his tall figure screaming overbearing and authoritative.
From the beginning to the end, Maverick didn't pay Valencia any attention and turned to leave the room.
Seeing Maverick's nonchalant action, Valencia's head rang in alarm. She began to struggle fiercely, but she had been firmly tied by Maverick and couldn't escape no matter how she tried to break free.
Valencia glared at Maverick's retreating frame in indignation. Where was he going without letting her out?
“You Vandenberg scum, what are you doing? Where are you going? When will you let me out?” Valencia was filled with horror. It can't be that Maverick simply plans to imprison her here like a mistress for the rest of her life, can he? He didn't even care about the mention of Corbyn as her husband.
Slam!
Before Valencia could complete her words, Maverick left the room and slammed the door shut, almost making her little heart fly out of her chest.
Valencia's face reddened, her dainty hands balled into a fist, and she gnashed her teeth in hatred. “Gosh! Maverick, that jerk is the biggest jerk of the highest order. I really want to tear him into pieces.” She bellowed angrily and huffed.
But in the next minute, Valencia puffed her cheeks in indignation and deflated like a balloon, knowing that the only way she could tear a scum like Maverick into pieces was if she had the ability to.
The Vandenberg family is one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the whole country—no, the whole continent. No, it can suffice to say the whole world.
However, Valencia only had Vaquel, which wasn't even worth a speck of dust in Maverick and the Vandenberg's eyes.
Soon, Valencia's anger diffuses, and a sense of fear creeps into her heart.
What'll her quadruplet do when they find out that she is missing? Valencia massaged her brows in distress at the thought.
The quadruplet are smarter than their ages, which makes her afraid that there's no lie that the Cirillo couple could make up that would convince her little quadruplet.
A heavy sigh suddenly spilled past Valencia's lips. She wrinkled her brows and stared at the monotone room with mixed emotions. What was Maverick Vandenberg planning to do with her? Why was he so obsessed with her when she was just an ordinary substitute to him?
Tatiana is back from her stay out of the country, which means by this time Valencia and Maverick would have both gotten divorced if Valencia had agreed to sign the contract and get married to him back then, but why did he bring her here and refuse to let her go?
What she doesn't understand is why he bedded her even though his sweet Tatiana was around. If it was about holding a grudge about how she made a joke out of him in front of the country back then, then no one would punish someone like this, right?
Suddenly, the door was pushed open from outside, interjecting Valencia’s thoughts.
A young woman in her twenties immediately stepped into the monotone room, her head bowed politely. “Miss, are you hungry? I've prepared a light breakfast.” The maid gently said one word after the other without daring to cast her eyes on Valencia, as if doing so would get her into trouble.
Valencia simply took a glance at the maid before looking away, fuming.
Maverick tied her up in her nakedness, simply covered her with a blanket, and then left without a word. Who in the right sense would have an appetite to eat when all this nonsense was ensuing?
Valencia scowled angrily, her body trembling and her chest heaving due to anger. “Tell your young master Maverick, I just wanted to leave." She yelled and scowled unhappily.
The maid flinched and trembled in petrification, her head still lowered fearfully. "I'm sorry, Miss. Young Master had laid the order that Miss could do all she wanted except get untied and leave the room. However, if Miss wants to walk around or visit the restroom, the rope will be properly adjusted to make Miss able to walk around the room.” The maid replied in a breath; her voice was extremely shaky due to fear, and her words were all spoken amidst a stutter.
Valencia's pale face turned paler with every word that spilled past the maid's lips.
By the time the maid would complete her words, Valencia's face had turned as white as a sheet, as if it had been completely drained of blood.
Valencia was so infuriated that she had the impulse to haul an object at the wall. "Maverick, that madman, how dare he imprison me against my will?” She raged and began to struggle angrily, her pale body reddening due to her fierce struggles.
After a few minutes of endless struggling to no avail, Valencia dejectedly fell back on the bed with tears in her eyes and anguish in her heart.
At this point, Valencia really wanted to fiercely chide her younger self for the stupid decisions she had made. How could her young self believe what she saw on TV and choose to get infatuated and run after that Maverick jerk of all men? She was really stupid, no matter how she saw it!
Valencia took a deep breath, and she found her chaotic thoughts calming down a little. She raised her chin slightly and looked at the maid before calmly asking, “Have you seen my phone?”
Ever since Valencia woke up, she hadn't seen her phone, and it was not next to her either, and she had a feeling that it wasn't in the bedroom either!
“Miss, this maid is only a servant and knows nothing.” The maid bowed her head and stuttered in a shaky voice, her answer indirectly pointing out that if Valencia wanted an answer, she could only ask Maverick the question.
Valencia's face paled. Doesn't that mean her phone was with Maverick? What if that crazy person went through it and discovered her identity and location? Wasn't she dead? Besides, how will she be able to escape from him again when he does?
Valencia took a deep breath and decided to act on the most important thing first. “Find me an after-pill,” she ordered.
“Yes, miss.”
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