Chapter 15: Chapter 15

Rose Alexander

Leaning against the wall, I couldn't help but think about my life over and over again. I have seen many times in movies where loved ones betray themselves, but if one could tell me I would be in that position, I would deny it.

I thought I had the best of everything—a good fiance, a beat friend that I considered a family—but all were just my fantasies, and right now I am getting to know the real image of a maan I considered my father figure in my life when I was young.

Everything was messed up in my life, and right now I have nothing but defeat and hatred in my life.

I must have burned down a nation in my other life, right? I couldn't help but wonder why I was suffering so much.

Standing back up, I wiped the tear away from my eyes and dusted the invisible dust on my dress before making my way inside the room and putting on a fake smile.

"Uncle Matteo, I am ready." I said, looking at him smiling, before taking a spin around. "How do I look, Uncle Matteo?" I asked him, smiling.

Putting his phone down, he smiled back at me, coming forward and gripping my shoulder a little bit. "You look beautiful, dear." He said I was punching my cheeks.

After we were done, I took the bag, which contained my other clothes and the cash I took from Alfonso, and went to the counter where Mr. Matteo was paying for the dress I got.

I looked at the bodyguard that came to alarm me, hoping he might be able to help me out here.

Am I really going to die like this? In the hand of my betrayal.

Why was my life like this?

Common, dear, let's go get something to eat before going home." Uncle Matteo said, stretching out his hands for me to take it.

"Oh, uncle, can we stop at the bank? I need to check if it's possible to get some money from my international account." I asked.

"There's no need for that, dear; I will make sure to cover everything up and get back to Canada." He said this, smiling brightly at me, making me wonder how cruel he could be, acting so lovely towards me while he plotted my death.

Nodding my head at him, I forced a smile on my lips, trying my best not to make him suspicious.

I sat inside his range rover, trying to create as much space as I could between us because, seriously, staying close to him was suffocating me.

Stopping in front of a fancy restaurant. We both got down and made our way into the restaurant.

The doorpost man greeted us, sending us a smile, which my dearest uncle ignored. Honestly, I can't believe he was still the same person.

Was this some kind of dream, as it seemed to be? The uncle Matteo I knew was kind, always teaching me to respect others.

I remembered when I hit a girl back in grade school; he scolded me so badly and taught me the meaning of humanity.

Honestly, he was more of a father to me than my real father was. He was already there for me, advising me and encouraging me whenever I felt down.

Getting to our chairs, we both had our seats, and a waiter came to our table, asking us what we would like to have.

Uncle Matteo ordered for both of us, not even giving me the chance to look through the menu for anything I might like to eat.

Putting the menu back down, he smiled at me before saying

"Don't worry, dear; I've been here a couple of times, and I'm sure you will love this dish." He said it cheerfully, smiling at me.

Looking at him, I tried my best to smile, but the disgust I felt for him made my lips stay still as I just stared at him, placing my hands on the table.

He looked at me for a while, confused, before leaning forward and trying to hold my hands, making me jerk back immediately.

His brows furrowed at my sudden action, and he glared at me for a split second before trying to cover it up with a smile.

"Is everything alright, dear? What's wrong? " He asked, his expression mirroring that of a worriedfather, making me gag inwardly.

Now that I know his true intentions, I can't help but see his fake reactions and expressions.

All the love he showered on me must have blinded me, because anyone could see most of his reactions weren't genuine.

"Oh, it's nothing, uncle; I'm just feeling a little tired." I said, putting my hands on my forehead and rubbing it slightly.

"Oh, sorry, dear, have something to eat first, then we will get you some drugs." He said this while rubbing my hands, which I placed back on the table.

The waiter came back with our food, placing it on the table. He discreetly dropped a note on my lap and looked at me before leaving.

opening the note to check what was in it.

' I advise you not to take anything placed on this table, ma'am, the note said, making me look up at my uncle, who had now dug into his food.

Folding back the paper, I picked up the glass of wine placed near my food and intentionally spilled it on myself.

Getting up, I acted as if I were surprised and tried to wipe it away, then excused myself to go to the bathroom.

I smirked as I made my way to the bathroom. At least I was going to be alone, I thought. But my happiness did not last long, as I saw two bodyguards following.

I murmured a few curse words, as I knew they worked for my uncle. I entered a stall in the bathroom, trying my best to think of a way out.

I heard a knock on the door of the stall, and knocking back the door, I indicated someone was in.

Mam, everything is alright." I heard a male voice, making me panic as I stood up and slowly opened the door to the stall.

I saw a guy standing in front of my stall dressed in a black suit, smiling at him. I couldn't help but wonder if he looked familiar.

When it finally dawned on me that he was Alfonso's head of security, I quickly came out of the stall and hugged him happily.

There was hope for me again, or so I thought.