I asked my people to take care of that mutt inside that room. How did he even manage to untie himself? I looked to my side to find Juliette sitting silently, leaning against the car window.
She was way too silent. I looked forward and saw Willi looking at me through the rearview mirror of the car. He looked worried. I signaled him with my eyes to concentrate on the road.
I sighed as I rubbed my face with my hand and looked out of the window. My life is messed up right now. I can’t just understand what is going on in my life. But I know that it is Juliette’s life who’s life is a way too messed up than me right now. Finally, the truth of Emmett being Nicholas is revealed to her. But it was not the really how I hoped her to find out. It was uncertain. It was not really how I have had planned for which I am not really happy.
But contradictorily, only half of the truth is revealed to her. There is even more. She needs to find out more about what is going on. I hope she understands.
Ironically, I know my behavior towards her from last these days, was not really good. I was cruel to her. I locked her up, away from everyone when she was already away from her own familiar people. Firstly, it was for her own safety. Because, as I had Nicholas I knew his father would to no avail to find out about him and if he knew Juliette was the reason then he would surely, attack Juliette. Secondly, I let my emotions get to me.
I glanced towards her to find her looking out of the window lost in thoughts. I knew that it was way too much for her to handle but the questions which have been nagging me is how did she even get out of the house with all that tight security?
Are my boys not enough to stop her from getting out?
If she can get out of the house so easily than anybody can get inside the house way too easily. b
This is not good.
I need to have a serious talking to all my boys.
But currently, her state was affecting me. She looked mentally disturbed right now as her eyes looked distant and she kept on clutching onto the hem of her shirt tightly. Probably, thinking about what just happened. But it’s not the only thing that I have to deal with.
My family. I need to face them now, for my behavior from these last few days towards Juliette has not been unnoticed by my family. Especially, by my grandfather. I hope he doesn’t ask me oo much and let me handle the situation of my own. I can handle mom and even Gale but I can’t really say the same about the grandfather.
I sighed as I balled my fist and put it in my mouth. I was frustrated now because Juliette being in such a condition was disturbing me. She wasn’t uttering any single word and for the first time ever I hoped for her to at least tell me how she was feeling.
Or am I exaggerating things?
Maybe she is just fine as it is. Probably, she has managed to cope up with the truth and she is fine now.
“Then why is it making you anxious?” I thought as I looked out of the window.
We reached the house, and soon as the car came to a halt, Juliette opened the door and walked straight into the house avoiding my men who were looking at her in a confused way. They still didn’t know how she was with me. Now, this is a question which I am going to answer with a question of mine own on how did she even manage to get out of the house without anyone noticing her.
I made my way out and looked at her retreating back as she walked back in inside the house.
Maybe she wants some space. Some time alone to herself.
“Boss” I heard one of my men while I waited Juliette get inside the house.
“You all are fired! Get out” I said and walked towards the house with Max and Willi following me.
“But Boss!” I heard one of them which made me stop in my track.
“There is no place for losers in my place. You all failed to stop a simple woman getting out of the house. How will you even protect her from all those people out there?” I asked and took a step but stopped.
“Make sure to get out before the evening if you don’t want your end so soon” a silence was heard.
“You all should have known. I lack tolerant and I’m benevolent” I said while I walked back inside.
“Assign new people in their place,” I told Max who nodded before leaving for his work.
Once inside, I made my way towards my room ignoring mom who tried to ask me something. Probably, about Juliette. I will answer all her questions later but for now, I wanted to have a talk with Juliette. She needs to tell me how did even managed to get out with all that tight security. As I stepped a foot on the staircase, I stopped when I heard some noises. The noises were coming from the upstairs. Thinking something must be wrong, I took long strides and ran upstairs and followed the sound which led me to my own room. With the door spread open, things crashed down as I saw Juliette throwing things like a mad woman to the floor.
She would occasionally wipe her tears with the sleeves of her dress and pull her hair in agony. She took the lamp from the bedside and threw it on the mirror shattering it into pieces.
“I have been torturing myself thinking that I failed and I couldn’t save you!” she screamed looking at the pieces of mirror which were stuck on the wall hanging loosely.
“I am so dumb! I have been torturing myself. Fucking torturing myself crying myself to sleep thinking because of me ], you died. But what did I get?” all of a sudden she laughed clapping her hands hysterically. But then sobbed and knelt down on the ground keeping her head on the bed.
“Betrayal! Betrayal” she said slowly at the beginning but soon her tone raised and she screamed “Betrayal!” and took the already broken lamp piece and threw it again on the wall.
Her condition makes me want to pity her. So, why did I feel the opposite? I felt what I think must be uneasiness and bad. She loved him. This is the condition you get when you are betrayed in love? Does this what love makes you?