Chapter 68 - Send Her To The Red Giant (1/2)

”Get her out of my sight this instant!” Marcel came roaring into the room minutes later.

”Oh,” Victor was startled by his sudden presence, ”You're done. Where should I bury her remains? Make a grave here or should I just toss her body into the sea for the shark to feed on or just dump her on the roadside for the authorities to find out and notify her family for a proper burial,” Victor gave him options only for his cousin to give him a stupid look.

”What?” he couldn't understand why his cousin was giving him that look until his gaze roved over Marcel's body and discovered there was no blood on him.

”Oh,” Victor groaned, ”You strangled her for Christ's sake,” He thought.

Well, that didn't surprise him since Arianna pissed off Marcel so badly that he couldn't think straight through the anger and strangled her right away.

”Your neck would be the next thing I'll strangle if you don't get on that phone and inform the Red Giant to come to take her!” Marcel spoke through gritted teeth, his fists clenched at his side.

He was angry, but surprisingly, it was not at Arianna but himself. When did he begin to stoop so low as to force himself on a woman? It never happened until now.

All through his life, Marcel never had any problems hooking up with women since they always found him first. With his greatest asset which was his face - a gift from his beloved mother - who could resist his charm?

He has had his fair share of women; tall, short, slim, plumpy, dark-skinned, fair, tan, ivory, blonde, chestnut-haired, black-haired - even redheads - you name it! He wasn't a casanova but he had enough women to fulfill his sexual needs when he wanted. So why was Arianna's case different?

Why does he lose his head around her? What made her so special? Marcel told himself it was because she was innocent. He had watched and studied her reactions, and she lacked the experience that even the smallest of flirting had her blushing furiously, which could only mean she hasn't done it yet - which was kind of impossible to believe in this age, plus her so claimed relationship with Elijah - or perhaps, she was just good at pretending. A big, bad liar.

What does she want from him? Quite funny since Arianna was asking the same question.

”You didn't kill her?” Victor was stunned and all he got in response was his glare.

Marcel retorted, ”I need her out of this house this instant,” because she was driving him crazy.

Aside from the fact he was horrified he almost forced herself on her, she dared to think of another man while he pleasured her. Who does that?

And she loves Elijah? Marcel snorted at the thought of it. Why does she know about love - yet he was jealous of the thought of it. Not that he would acknowledge it.

Elijah used her like the numerous women he had in the past, can't she see that? What makes her think she's so special to Elijah? She doesn't even know what he looks like? What woman falls in love with a faceless man? She was just in love with the thought of him, with the surface level of who she thought was Elijah.

Marcel bet those thoughts would change when she sees Elijah for who he really was. Unlike Elijah, he - Marcel - doesn't bother to pretend, he's already a monster and wasn't ashamed of it.

”You're handing her over to Kenith when she hasn't even told you what Elijah looks like? Our efforts might as well have been for nothing,” Victor grunted, he didn't like his decision.

”She knows nothing about Elijah, I can see it in her eyes. Just like his other women over the years, the asshole kept what he looked from then,” Marcel said, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the desk in the room.

Victor rolled his eyes,” What do those women even see in him? ”

”You should ask yourself the same question,” Marcel jabbed at his cousin, Victor gave him the middle figure in response.

Marcel let out a let sigh, ”I feel she knows a hint about Elijah since she's so overprotective of him. She loves the bastard and wouldn't mind dying for him,”

”Unfortunately, we don't know if Elijah feels the same. Has the phantom ghost been shot by cupid's arrow?” a slow smile passed Victor's face. He found it amusing.

”This is why you want to send her back to the Red Giant gang,” He exclaimed, ”Gosh, you're wicked!”

A smile that was almost similar to Victor's appeared on Marcel's face, only that his was more wicked and carried a predator's glint. Arianna would have been scared out of her wits if she saw it.

”The only way we can know her worth to Elijah is by sending her to the loan sharks. Elijah would come for her and we would be ready,” Victor could already see through his plan.