Chapter 38: Chapter 38

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV

I didn’t know what to do with Greg, so I decided to go with Greyson instead. I was behind him, and the both of us were glaring at his father. I held both of Greyson’s wrists behind his back so that he wouldn’t be able to fight back, as if he were handcuffed.

“Don’t do anything rash, Greyson. You wouldn’t be able to face the consequences either way,” I said, trying to convince him not to ignite his father’s furiosity any more than that. “If it wasn’t for your father, you wouldn’t even be here in this world,” I added.

Greyson hissed at me as he resisted my grip, pushing me away from him. I was about to fall on my knees, but fortunately, Gabriela was there to catch me. “Don’t try to act like you’re any better, Angelique. I know that you can’t wait to see me lying on the ground, surrounded with my own blood,” he coldly replied with a stern gaze.

As I shook my head, I caught a glimpse of how Greg was on his way to slash the shard of glass on Greyson’s head, so I hastily moved to pull him towards my spot, switching our places. Maybe this could ease the guilt that I’ve been carrying over my chest.

“Angelique!” Greyson screamed my name like I was about to fall off a cliff, which sounded quite funny. “What the fuck did you do, Greg?”

Ah, it hurts. I never expected that it would hurt this much. I thought that this sort of thing only happens in movies or any other books. I could barely open my eyes, but I could still see what’s going on around me. I got hit by the edge of the wine glass directly on my forehead.

“Are you trying to be a hero or something, Angelique?” Greg annoyingly uttered as he glanced down at me from his spot. He hasn’t even let go of the glass that scarred me. “I heard everything you said—that you wanted to take over Greyson’s spot once he dies.” Greg smirked at the same time that he threw the shard wherever, causing the people to panic.

I tried to let out even a soft laugh, but my strength didn’t allow me to. I sensed Greyson holding the tips of my fingers as he kneeled down beside my body. He wasn’t looking at me. His intense glare was fixated on his father. I’m pretty sure that he’s holding himself back just because of what I said.

“You’re crossing the line, Greg. You don’t sound like my father anymore,” Greyson muttered in between his heavy breathings. “Are you possibly under the influence right now? I remember that you don’t have that much of a high alcohol tolerance,” he added, sounding ignorant.

Gabriela sat on her legs as she carefully placed my head on her thighs. “Everything’s going to be alright, Angelique. Your voice definitely reached the two of them,” she whispered. “But, are you fine? You look quite pale. You’re losing a lot of blood, too.” The way she was concerned about me made me feel like I was already a part of their family for a long time.

I gave my all to nod my head once. “G-get the people out of here. They might spread false rumors once they hear much more than what they already know,” I muttered.

As I told Gabriela that, she demanded everyone to leave the nightclub, warning each of them not to say a word about what occurred. Even if her voice was low, there was still a hint of authority within it.

“What are you so afraid of, Angelique? Do you think that those people would claim your head and bring it to the higher-ups to get their bounty?” Greg questioned as if he were a mere stranger to me. “I apologized for being rude just a few hours ago, and I’m already regretting it. I shouldn’t have let my wife convince me,” he continued.

Gabriela stood up, facing her husband, and in less than a second, she slapped him without any hesitation. “Your son is right, Greg. You’re absolutely not acting like yourself. Let’s go back and continue where we left off once you’re sober!” She heaved out a loud sigh as she held Greg’s cheek, which was red and had a faint print of her hand.

That must’ve been painful.

Greyson was the one who carried me out of the nightclub until we reached his home after a few minutes. He had me placed on his back the entire time while my arms were wrapped in front of him.

“Are you sure that you don’t need to get checked at the hospital?” Greyson worriedly asked as soon as he guided me to a seat on their sofa.

“You don’t have any place yet to stay, right?” Gabriela asked from the other side of the sofa. She was leaning her head on the wall, facing the ceiling with her eyes shut. “You can sleep with Greyson in his room. The two of you are not kids anymore; I wouldn’t even mind if you’d get all lovey-dovey inside,” she said to ease up the tension that has been built up from the nightclub.

“Our relationship is not that great, Gabriela. We’re pretty much in the same situation as you and Greg,” I replied, followed with a sigh.

Gabriela nodded before she opened her eyes and slightly tilted her head to look at me. “I heard that you’re only in a fake relationship with our son. Is that true?” she asked, probably out of curiosity.

I glanced at Greyson, trying to ask through my eyes if I should tell her the truth or not. However, he just avoided making direct eye contact with me.

“Everything about Greyson and I is fake,” I answered in a straightforward manner. “We were only forced to act like we were a married couple since I was hiding my identity from the police before. And now that my entire personal life has been broadcast, there’s no more use in pretending to be couples,” I explained.

I gulped, seeing that Gabriela didn’t seem satisfied with my response. Knowing her, she doesn’t make that kind of expression unless she’s really vexed.