Cliffhanger?

Season Two of The Billionaire's Maid

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2hours ago.

Melissa's pov

After saying this, his eyes drifted back to the landline phone he was holding. He gave me a fleeting look, somehow suspicious, and then darted his back to the phone. His fingers were poking on the phone buttons, I can see he was trying to dial a number that I don't pay much attention to. The only thing I could think of is making a move, maybe just grabbing anything and crashing it on him since he isn't paying more attention to me. I know it is a wrong move, but who knows might be the only chance I would get to attack him. 

Let me do it already, before........  

Without thinking about the consequences, my eyes began to scan around the room in search of something that could easily make a man move from his state of consciousness to unconsciousness. 

I darted my eyes back to him, and he was still in the same position, starting st the same phone.  

Luckily for me, it only take a few seconds before my eyes located an empty wine bottle, lying helpless on the brown linoleum, my only problem is how to retrieve it from the ground because it was directly behind Daniel, and since I'm sitting in his front, there is no way I will attempt to grab it from his back without him noticing my move. I don't think anyone needs to preach to me that the moment I try to do that, I would be long gone before I could even touch the bottle. 

I restrained myself from the idea, maybe that's not a good move to start with. I only focused on how to defeat Daniel, not even for once thinking about how to escape from here after doing that. I have no idea of where we are, and I have no idea of the people that are waiting for me outside. Gosh! Melissa, you are very stupid for thinking about doing that, I thought.

I was completely lost in my reverie that I didn't notice that Daniel was busy shouting at my ears.

" What the heck do you think you're doing!" He pulled me closer with my shoulder, shaking me abruptly. His eyes are wide and red like he was losing it all at that moment. Not like I did anything to make him like this, his expression seems like a complete psychopath to me. 

I'm a little scared at first, what if this guy decided to end me here, there is nothing that can stop him, nobody to stop him. with his fiery eyes piercing into mine, I manage to say something. His grip is so firm that I can feel some of the tips of his nails inside my bare skin.

"I'm very...sorry.." I stuttered, trying not to meet his gaze.

He hissed, and then let go of me at last.

" The only reason why I am still trying not to hurt you is that you are still useful, after we get what we want, I will be the one to cut you off," His voice was damp and cold. I was stiff in fear when his words struck me, not that I was surprised, but the way the words moved out of his lips made me have a second thought of getting killed. The emotions that have managed to be buried inside of me erupted at that instance. Trust me, that's the moment I realised no matter how strong you try to look on the outside, you will never be able to get rid of the fear of knowing that your life is at stake, and can be cut off at any time without your approval. Who will approve to be killed anyway?

I watched him stand up from the couch he was sitting on, spun towards the door, took a few steps and turned back to me. He was rubbing his hair to the back, shut his eyes close and took a deep breath as if he was struggling to remember an important piece of information. He continued like this for a few minutes, while I just sat still on the bed, motionless. I am silently waiting for his next action. 

At that present moment he looked like a lost kid, he looked like someone in need of help, even though I know how evil he is, I still feel a little sympathy for them. I can't blame him anyway, everything can be easily traced to this father, the architecture of everything that's about to happen. Just a kid following his beloved daddy's order.

" Do you think I'm evil?" His voice stopped my train of thought, I glanced up to meet his cold eyes staring at me. I was dumbfounded and lost of words at the same time. Is this one of his traps to hurt me again? No, his eyes say otherwise, even though they are stoic and bleak, there is this unusual emotion that came with his words.

" Melissa, do you think I'm evil?" His voice came again, closer this time. I'm not even aware that he has walked over to where I am until I heard him talk.

I'm speechless, and I can't think straight, not in the position I'm presently in. Imagine a killer who is about to take my life asking me if he is evil, gosh! it won't have been funny if this is happening in an American movie, but this is happening to me right now.

My answer won't change anything, telling him he is not does not guarantee that he will spare me. So, why don't you go hard on him?

" Why are you asking me that all of a sudden?" That's the only thing I can manage to say because I'm still perplexed by that question.

He chuckled, " I just want to know, "The way he replied was so calm that I can help but to wonder if he has multiple personalities. This is not the Daniel that looks for any chance just to hurt me, this is not the guy that boldly announced the dealt of his brother without feeling remorse, this is not the Daniel that hurt me about some minutes ago. 

I sniffed.

" I don't think I'm in any position to answer that question, you know the answer more than anyone," I grumbled, and stare down immediately I mouthed those words, am pretty sure that it just a matter of seconds before the previous Daniel will appear again. 

I cleared my throat, trying to dislodge the sudden lump.

" Maybe I really have no idea of what the answer might be," I was surprised when he replied with the same calm voice, i thought will only earn me a  thunderous slap for not telling him what he requested for, but here we are, the serenity of his voice seemed like they are not leaving at any time. 

" Are you very close to Draven?" He asked, now back on the couch again, just that it's a bit far from the bed I was sitting on, and staring at him like a ghost.

" Drave...n?" I repeated. My lips trembled as I Battled with the name. Is it really true that I will never get the chance to call him that again? saying his name brings nothing but a permanent scar into my heart, even if I survived this. Draven is gone......

I whimpered.

" Why do you have to kill him?" I sobbed, not talking to anyone in particular.

" Because I have to, that's the only way to save him,"

" Is that even an excuse...." I stopped when I realised what he said last.

I looked at him immediately, " What do you mean by that?" 

" I said what I said," he replied, a weak smile forming on his lips.

I gulped down, " Are you saying Draven is still alive?"

" What do you mean, I never said that, but maybe,"

" Just tell me," I pleaded.

" Can I trust you then?" His eyes scrutinised mine. At this point I don't care whether he is playing truck on me or not, because he already got me on this.

" Yes,"

" Let me explain everything to you then," he paused, looking up, before glaring back at me.

" How it started, and my plans," he added.

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