15| Rest in pieces, my darling angel
Third person POV.
The next morning at the Suarez Villa, Blanca woke up looking so messed and weak. She sat up on the edge of the bed, leaving her feet to feel the soft fur of the rug.
A few scratches of the scalp of her head with her fingers, she groaned tiredly.
Last night, she went for clubbing and ended up coming back late at midnight. She was totally drunk. She made herself drink too much after knowing that the main CEO of the company, Mr Arthur Anderson, took the company and place it on banned until the issue of the drags are solved in court.
She could have wanted the company for herself but it wasn't her doing all these. Its not her intention to steal the Anderson Empires away for her own interest. Someone wants her to do it.
A member of the family forcefully wants to take the company for himself by using Blanca as his weapon.
It was officially high time for Blanca to give up the whole scenario and drama caused by her. She wanted Laura to know about it. About everything. It bothers her a lot to realize how much she's been hate by the people around her.
She hopes her family doesn't put her away too.
Her Ex, Dawson Anderson and her recently broke up after the blackmailer used her to destroy her own marriage. Just as she had done to Laura. This same guy has been pestering her from the start because he's a powerful guy and most richer in the Anderson.
Blanca is somehow afraid to tell the truth, but she has to even if she had to face the wrath of the blackmailer. It's not that easy for her but she has to try. And that gave her the courage to speak with Laura.
Who would have thought her statements would go completely before Laura? No chances for her but today, she swear to meet Laura at all cost to tell her about everything.
After a while of sitting on the corner of the bed, she scroll her hair backwards with her hand and heaved in a deep breath. Though, her head still hurt a bit.
She needs coffee or maybe tea. Warm one.
Just right about when she want to get up from the bed, someone barged in without knocking.
Blanca lifted her head, pushing the strands of hair covering her face just to see the moron that stormed in uninvited. Immediately her eyes met with eyes of rage, she feared for her life. Her heart began to pound faster than she could count.
She withdrew herself backward on the bed when he shut the door behind him and began to head towards her with one hand unbuckling his belt.
"Stop! Get out!" Blanca yelled at him. Unfortunately, no one can hear her because the room is soundproof.
"Have you forgotten that I built this mansion? It seems like you've forgotten what this room looks like." A devilish smirk appeared on the side of his lips.
"Don't come any closer, I swear I'll kill you." She grabbed the pillows and tossed them at him.
After several dodges, he caught one and ripped it off before her eyes. "Strip." He told her, taking off his shirt.
Blanca refuses, "Never." She reached for the phone on the cupboard beside the bed, but he grabbed her hand and pushed her back on the bed. "Let go of me." She cried when he pounced on her, ripping her pajamas off.
With all the shouting, yelling and all, none could save her. She had no choice but to endure and watch him devour her in pain.
"Just one favor, and you couldn't keep your mouth shut." He groaned, forcefully thrusting himself into her.
"Stop, please. You're hurting me." She wailed as he slides in and into her deeply with high speed.
After a long time, he pulled out of her and noticed she wasn't breathing anymore. He lifted her left hand, it was weak and paralyzed.
He checked her pulse. She is dead. Her heart has stopped breathing and she's not moving.
He pushed a strand of hair from her face and placed a light kiss on her cheek. Then he took a black marker and wrote on her arm, REST IN PIECES, MY DARLING ANGEL.
He wore his shirt, fixed his trouser, got his shoes and walked out, sneakily.
Until he left, no one knew what happened to Blanca or who killed her.