A pathetic way to die

CHAPTER ONE

Betrayed

"Joanne, help me send the contract to Patrick."

I stepped into my car and sat directly on the pilot seat.

"Right away boss." Joanne wore a light smile, seemingly jotting down some vital information on her notepad.

I'm going home to get changed because I have been invited to one of the shareholder's parties, and my presence is needed to show cordiality.

At the same time I'm helping Patrick, my fiancé, to save face, since he is a newbie in the business world.

In order to assist him, I talked to my dad and asked him to boost Patrick's company's business.

Of course my father is extremely wealthy, and as Garfield's only princess, I have been pampered all my life. I am very stubborn, and filial only to my father.

Behind closed doors, I'm not to be trifled with either.

I won't sugar coat my words, that's how I am, the world revolves around me and if you don't like me? Then that's your problem.

My name is Klara Garfield, the most popular girl In New York, you can find me in any newspaper or tabloids as I never run out of scandals.

'Funny huh? There are people who don't want scandals trying to keep a clean image but guess what? I love to have my name and pictures in every tabloid, it gives me satisfaction.'

To be frank, my arrogance is a facade to hide the weak part of me.

I hate to be seen through, especially by men.

My mother suffered from an abuse and died from torture. It's the reason I developed a strange aversion to men.

All my life, I have tried to get rid of this sickness, but it seems to not want to leave me.

Whenever those hidden memories inside of me are triggered, something happens.

I don't know if it was a traumatic stress disorder but that is how I am.

The only man who has managed to be near me, is my fiancée, Patrick.

Patrick understands me and treats me with honesty.

I love him despite the fact he isn't as wealthy as my father, and for these reasons, I promised to fund his business for him to grow and get known nationwide.

' The perks of being a millionaire.' I have helped him in so many ways I can't even remember.

In all 25 years of my life I haven't had sex with anyone, whenever I try to have sex my disorder acts up, it's annoying as hell, my life isn't as complete as people makes it to be.

I have tried to overcome my trauma but it isn't working. It's one of the reasons why I have scandals everyday as the Netizens see me going to different bars at night.

There is no bar in New York I haven't been to, as I have different league of friends.

Patrick is the only one who can kiss me, and of course after years of struggling with it, we only progressed to the kissing stage.

I told him that we have to get married first before we have sex. Most times Patrick complains that he never expected an arrogant person like me to have such a policy, that I am the first person to ever tell him that.

Whenever he complains like that, I smile because he is cute when he makes those pouty faces. Nonetheless he still obeyed my wishes and that is what makes me love him more.

Beneath my arrogant exterior is a soft innocent who wants to be loved.

Despite the fact I love Patrick, I didn't want what happened to my mom, happen to me.

***

Right now I am in my newly purchased Lamborghini. I'm headed towards the mansion.

Picking up my phone, I wanted to call picking to ask him if he is home, but I suddenly decided against it.

Normally, I usually come back late from work but dad said; I should start getting off work early because I would soon be a married woman.

Am a rebellious type but I know my limits, my old pal really cares about me.

Mr George, as he is called, is actually my step dad, but he maintained a father figure and took care of me after my mother's death.

"Sighs…" I took a deep breath.

Humming a song I drove into the mansion as the gates automatically opened, I parked my car and got off, heading straight inside as I clicked my stilettos lightly on the marble floor.

The mansion seems empty today though I didn't think much of it.

I passed by one of the rooms, it wasn't open though, but I could hear moaning sounds coming from that exact room. I wanted to head straight into my room but I felt the need to check what was going on there.

I thought that probably one of the house help might be the one in there, so I decided to confirm my guess.

I twisted the knob but it didn't open, surprised I went into my room and brought out the master key.

Returning back to the room door, I inserted the key into the ring and twisted the knob opening it.

Satisfied with the outcome, I entered the room mindlessly.

My purse fell with a thud as my pulse quickened.

My heart flew out of my chest at what I saw, I couldn't hold back my tears.

The entwined bodies stopped humping themselves when they heard the sound.

Patrick himself had a look of disbelief and surprise in them.

"PATRICK!! How dare you!" I Screamed, my heart ached with pain.

"Fuck it, our cover has been blown." He wasn't polite at all, his words made my fingers tremble.

Unable to control my emotions, I flung my wrist to his face, the slap was so powerful that it tore the flesh on his lips because of the impact.

Wearing a shocked expression Patrick barked, "Klara!, are you insane?!, who do you think you are to hit me?, I won't tolerate your insolent actions anymore!" Fury was dripping out of his eyes.

My eyes widened at his tone. He has never yelled at me before.

"Insolent? You are cheating on me with Nelly and you said I was insolent?, you're really a horny bastard!" I couldn't keep my temper anymore as I lashed out at him.

"Yo! The one with princess syndrome has come to a realization."

Nelly wasn't even attempting to cover her nakedness, as the bed covers slid down her body.

I bit my lips hard, I can't believe someone like this was a friend.

"Nelly? How could you do this? I treated you like a sister!" My voice rose an octave higher.

Nelly smirked at me.

"You are really stupid, why couldn't you figure out that I have an ulterior motive? If you think I am a friend to you then you are blind" Hee words poked my heart, as I stood there and watched her kissing Patrick, right in front of me.

"Patrick, you are really cruel." Tears slipped out of my eyes.

I rarely cry, but my heart couldn't take in this betrayal.

I rushed over and I slapped Nelly, my palm hasn't even touched her and Patrick twisted my arm and pushed me away.

Realizing I that I won't be able to hit her anymore, Nelly continued, "I just used Klara, you are nothing but an arrogant and proud person, yes I leeched off you, what can you do?, Patrick loves me not you!" She screamed at my face laughing hysterically at her victory.

I can't believe I made friends with someone like her,

my heart clenched in anger, I felt the strong urge to stab her, but despite her betrayal, I still can't get the heart to hurt her.

Yes, my love is that naive.

I glared at Patrick, he is the one who should bear the brunt of my anger.

It is said that one who loves greatly hates greatly.

I picked up my purse, stood up and hit him with it.

The metal designs on my brand purse injured his handsome.

"This bitch really intends to ruin my face!"

Patrick grabbed my hair and slammed it on the wall after he got out of the bed, in retaliation.

Liquid trickled down my face as I raised my hand and touched my forehead with my fingers, ' it's blood.' The wound was really deep, as blood kept trickling down.

I'm never a kind to back down, a very stubborn person person, I wouldn't back down even in the face of danger. I grabbed the lamp stand beside me and hit him on his head, without further delay, I scampered out of the room.

Running out of the mansion in disbelief, my footsteps wobbled.

If I stayed any longer might murder me, I snatched my purse as my car keys were inside, heading to the parking lot. I made a dash out of the mansion in my car.

My vision began to blur as I had lost a lot of blood.

I blurringly noticed a car behind me, I could guess I was their target as it never lost track of me, I increased the speed of the car and made a run for it.

I called dad instantly and briefed him of what was going on.

I ended the call without waiting for his reply as I started to losing focus.

"Fuck you Patrick, I can't believe you want to kill me this much!" I turned the steering wheel to cut to the chase, my eyes blurred instantly because of the increasing speed, the car behind me slammed into me before I could make a turn into another district, I slammed my head with full force from the impact before losing consciousness.

I was submerged in an unknown darkness.

I felt bitter, angry, and a strong sense of betrayal weighed down on me.

I died on the spot.

What a pathetic way to die.