Chapter 9
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Quinn's POV
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My tears fell as I touched my Grandmother's face. Whenever I see her, it's a priceless happiness that money can't buy.
"Why are you crying, Quinn? Is there anything wrong with you, my baby?" Her shaky hand touches my hand.
I weakly shook my head. "I-I'm just happy that I see you, Grandma. I miss you so much." I hugged her tighter and buried my face in her shoulder. I love her scent. It reminds me of my mother.
"Quinn. . ." She sighs while stroking the strand of my hair using her finger. I dried my tears and put on my best smile. I don't want her to worry about me. I need my Grandmother to get better so that I can continue living.
"My baby... I can't wait for us to go on a picnic. Pick some dandelion flowers and blow them seed. The seeds were like balloons flying up to heaven," she said in her brightest smile.
"Sure, Grandma. We will do that. We can play all day long—just you and me. We can dance, eat and play. We will do that, Grandma. Just get better, okay?"
"I will. I will get better and... and we will visit your mother. How's that?" She stopped for a moment, and her forehead creased. "By the way, Quinn. Have you given Mr Unicorn his food? What about Mrs Barma? I cannot take Smoky to the vet today. We need to get him fixed, or he will keep wandering around looking for a female cat."
My heart sank upon hearing my Grandmother's words. I gently nodded and assured her. I can't tell her the truth about her lovely animals. I don't know how to tell her that it has been ten years since Mr Unicorn passed away, and five years ago, Mrs Barma, the adorable sheep, also passed away. And as for Smoky, he goes around the town and only gets home occasionally to check on me. He's getting big and snobbish. But still, I love him.
"Oh, Quinn. I forgot. I haven't eaten yet."
I pressed my lips together and nodded. "I'll get something for you to eat, okay?"
"Okay." She weakly nodded.
I stood up and turned towards the small table. I bought her some stuff, including her favorite books and biscuits.
Grandma had eaten already an hour ago. It's just that her memory always refreshes every after two hours. She forgets things quickly. Her dementia last year wasn't that bad. But this year, it has gotten a little worse.
"Here, Grandma. This is a Butter Scottish biscuit. Your favorite."
"Is it? Let me taste it." She sat down properly, and like a child, she ate it.
"Wow. This is yummy. Is there more of this?"
"Yes, Grandma. I bought a big box for you to consume. But you are only allowed to have one at a time, okay?"
"Okay." She smiled and sweetly nodded.
I remind the nurse in charge of my Grandmother to give her one biscuit every time she asks for food. To remind her that her lovely granddaughter had visited her.
I exited the facility, and all the bodyguards were in place. The air here is different from at home. At least here, it smells of freedom. While at home, it's a prisoner of hell for me.
Dan, Dominique's bodyguard and now my driver, opened the car door for me to get in.
My next appointment is my fittings. Dominique will be there and has probably been waiting for me. It was supposed to be my father who would accompany me to see Grandma, but things changed overnight, and it is now Dominique. My father has given up on me, and Dominique will now take charge of my life. My two brothers are useless anyway. They are no different from everyone who treated me like an object.
I bit my inside cheek as I felt suffocated. I don't see any hope anymore, making it hard for me to move.
Suppose life is only made like in fairy tales. How I wish my fairy godmother would come and help me. But no. There's no such thing as a fairy godmother at all.
"You look so beautiful, Quinn." Maricar, our wedding designer, complimented me. "Dominique has good taste in choosing a bridal dress for you. I'm so jealous," she continued.
If you are that jealous, then can you seduce Dominique for me? I want him out of my life! My mind speaks as I look deeply into Maricar's eyes. She smiled.
"Oh well, we all know Dominique is ruthless, evil and a womanizer. Tsk, I felt sorry for you, Quinn." Then, she whispered, "I wish there were a way to save you, my dear."
My eyes twinkled, and my throat ran dry. We stared, and the look in Maricar's eyes was telling the same feeling towards me. And before I could open my mouth for a conversation, she blocked me.
"Now go before I change my mind. I don't know if your soon-to-be husband is waiting out there or f*****g one of my assistants."
With no expression, I blinked my eyes and composed myself. This is no longer new to me. I have witnessed Dominique's s****l drive to any woman he wants, and I can do nothing. So I better pay no heed to it than him using me for his needs.
I can't offer myself to him at the moment. I will probably choose to end my life first before that happens.
I opened the door, and I could hear a woman's voice moaning, hiding between the thin wall of the room. My grip on the edge of my soft fabric wedding dress tightened as I braced myself for it. Dominique stopped as he probably noticed my presence. He swore and cleared his throat. I shut my eyes and could feel the chilling sensation in my system.
It's creepy, and I can't look at their direction.
"Thank you for the service," Dominique said to the woman. His voice was just behind me. Then, I heard the door shut, and my eyes widened.
"You look perfect, Quinn," he said. He is now standing a few meters in front of me.
I could no longer move, and my feet were nailed to the floor. My body froze as Dominique approached me with his evil-looking eyes. I didn't blink. I don't want to miss a single note from him. I don't want him to feel that I'm scared of him.
"I love you how you look at me, Quinn." He chuckled and stopped halfway. His eyes surveyed the whole of me and paused at my perfect chest.
"Oh, and I love that part the most." His gaze was fixed on my chest. "Don't worry, Quinn. I will keep my promise." He promised with his right hand and held it up.
"You know me. I don't want to please a woman. I love the pleasure they gave me. And since you can't give me that pleasure, you agreed to this, right?" He shrugged his shoulders.
"But we are getting married soon, Quinn. I might stop seeing them for my needs." He slowly approached me, and my heart started to palpitate.
"I want it from you, Quinn. . . I want to have all of you," he whispered.
I swallowed hard and controlled the beating of my heart. I bit my inside tongue, trying to control my fear. Dominique is looking at me intently. His lips almost touch my cheeks.
"Hmm, save the best of last. I love your smell, Quinn."
I shut my eyes when I felt his breathing beneath my neck. I gripped tighter at my dress, gathering all my courage.
"Don't touch me, Dominique. We are not yet married," I firmly said.
He chuckled and stood back. "Of course, I almost forgot." He laughed slightly and shook his head. Then, the door opened for us. It was Maricar.
"Let her choose what dress she wants, Maricar. This is too sexy for my wife-to-be. I don't want any man to look at her perfect shape."
"Oh, I see. Noted."
Maricar smiled at me and winked. I looked in Dominique's direction. He signals his hand for a cloud of smoke and leaves the room.
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c.m. louden
- Writer
