143 Survive (1/2)

Juan wanted until Mrs. Cloud was right next to her body and looked up into her eyes.

”Are you going to play dead?” Mrs. Cloud asked as she peered down at Juan.

Juan pursed her lips, they quivered before she smiled. ”I would never.”

She pulled up her leg into a ball position and before Mrs. Cloud could react, she kicked her in the face with her leg. There was a little crack that came from Mrs. Cloud's nose.

Juan grinned. ”Look at that~ little Mrs. Perfect got hurt.”

Mrs. Cloud's fist clenched. ”Watch your words. I'm trying my best not to become the person I wedded, who now sits in a jail like a delinquent serving his much needed jail time,” She looked up at Juan with pleading eyes, ”please don't make me kill you.”

Juan shivered, a shock running down her spine. She was horrified. There was something in that pleading face, something so threatening, something unusual in that stare. Something that screamed run away, that sent waves of fear down her spine to her legs, setting them on fire. Some psychopathic, something craving blood.

It was more than killing intent, it was craving death. It was craving to kill, craving to watch her scream in fear and slowly seep into death.

There was something very wrong about the Cloud family. She couldn't tell if it were their eyes or their chilling minds. She did know, however, that her fight or flight signal was on. It was on fire. She needed to get out of here. Death was so close.

Juan stood up immediately and stepped backward, slowly making an arch around Mrs. Cloud. She watched Mrs. Cloud's hand as it twitched violently. It was almost like it was craving to rip something apart. It wanted to rip Juan apart.

Juan was frozen, having nowhere to run. She could run back into the building but that was like running back directly back into the hot embrace of hell. She had never felt so vulnerable in her life. Every wall, every gate, was like the walls of a tall cage that would never let her out in her life.

”Hey,” Mrs. Cloud called out.

Juan jumped, fear running through her.

Mrs. Cloud stood up and stretched, her hand traveling up to her twisted nose and pushing it back into shape. There was a sickening crack from the nose being set back in place.

She turned and looked directly at the secretary who trembled immediately.

���Hey, don't look away when I'm talking to you,” Mrs. Cloud suggested.

Her secretary nodded furiously, her lips and body quivering as she replied stiffly. She knew her answer now. Mrs. Cloud didn't have bodyguards to shield her from attacks or from people that could potentially kill or harm her. She didn't need protection, in fact, she could protect herself better than all of her bodyguards protecting her altogether. Her bodyguards couldn't even protect her if they wanted. They were terrified of her.

There was only one reason they were always with her. It was not to protect her, but to protect others from her.

Mrs. Cloud was an erratic being. She had an immense amount of patience and would do everything she could to never get annoyed at anyone. She was incredibly talented. Beautiful, intelligent, and calm. She was also slightly scarred and had severe anger issues that led to intense erratic behavior.

She would not hesitate to kill, she wouldn't hesitate to cut off any unnecessary ties and would not hesitate to burn that person to ashes.

She was not one to sit down and have tea with on a Sunday afternoon, the tension would be too thick to swallow anything and she certainly one to not be listened to. Especially on purpose. It was a trigger point for her one that could only be pulled once because after that one, if that person lived to tell the tale, they wouldn't the next time.

The secretary forced herself to lock eyes with Mrs. Cloud. 'How different her gaze is now…' she thought to herself as she glanced into the violet violent waves in her eyes. 'God she's terrifying.'