CHAPTER 63
Strange. That’s what she had been acting all day. Fumbled movements and clumsy steps. Kaelith’ s jaw ticked when she again stubbed her toe on the bark of the tree. The hell was wrong with her?
It took all his self-control and immense patience to not storm to the garden and carry her inside.
The weather was changing, the wind was slowly becoming chilly, and it worried him. Amara had a weak immune-system. Even in childhood, she’d catch cough and cold easily. This little temptress was too stubborn for her own good.
It always infuriated him how ignorant she was for her heath.
His brows narrowed in a frown as he observed her through the balcony of his office.
Giving him full view of the garden and her.
His hands deep in his pockets and back straightened.
The white shirt clung to his broad shoulders and tapered at his torso.
His gaze so calculative as if he was looking at his prey and not a human.
Something about her always made him feral in a way that was both concerning and astonishing.
No woman- fuck- no one had ever made him feel this way.
He couldn’ t recall the last time he had such deep emotions, or this barbaric urge to possess someone.
This woman had been his living nightmare, an object for all his desires ever since he first laid his eyes on her.
The little girl who ran towards him with bunch of chocolates in her hand, some stuffed in her mouth and her face covered with the sweet chocolates.
Her soft supple skin glistening under the sun, the white dress she wore had specks of brown, yet Kaelith was completely bewitched.
How could someone look so disgustingly adorable at the same time?
He chuckled to himself. The memory of that day was still afresh in his head.
“Mr. De Luca?”
“The arrangements are made.”
“Five bodies in the Spain farm house, all of them armed. Three of them were Francis’s men and two unknown.
We brought one of them alive. Do you want to inquire him?
” Five men weren’t what Kaelith was expecting.
And that to at the farm house he no longer visit.
That just made this more fun. Francis didn’t know where he was, either that, or he was looking for something… or someone.
Kaelith tilted his head to look at Amara sitting at the small bench under the tree. His jaw ticked, annoyance sharp on his tongue. Francis must have realized by now Kaelith wasn’t in Spain, that just give more reasons to end this soon.
His gaze swept over Amara when he noticed her looking around with apprehension, a subtle gleam of mysteriousness in her eyes. Something flickered inside him. Wild and violent. “Wait for my call.”
The man standing behind nodded, patiently waiting for him to continue. Kaelith sighed. “Call Martha.”
The man nodded, giving a brief, respectful bow before departing. Kaelith continued to observe Amara for a few more moments until a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. Without tearing his gaze away from her, completely captivated by her presence, he muttered in a commanding tone, "Come in."
Martha hesitantly walked into the room, her eyes darting around nervously until they landed on Kaelith's back. She waited for him to acknowledge her, but before she could say anything, he spoke up.
"Did she eat?" he inquired, his tone domineering.
Martha fidgeted with her hands, her nervousness palpable as she shook her head, as if he could see her actions. "No, Mr. Luca," she replied softly.
His jaw ticked as his gaze swept over Amara. "Her medicines?"
"She refuses. I tried, but she is-"
"Stubborn, I see. You can leave."
Martha bowed respectfully, before slipping out of the room. Left alone, Kaelith let out a tired sigh, his shoulders slumping as he leaned against the window. His hands found the cool frame, fingers curling around it as he stared out at Amara.
A mix of frustration and concern flickered in his eyes. This woman, stubborn streak and defiance, had a way of getting under his skin like no one else. It was like she was determined to push him to his limits, testing his boundaries.
His jaw clenched. She needed a lesson.
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Amara nervously looked around, hoping no one was looking at her.
The door creaked, and her heart jumped. She looked around to see one of the guards moving out of the back door.
She hadn’t used that door much, only to retrieve few coriander leaves from the kitchen garden.
Only some of the guards use that door during night shifts, to get some water or something to eat.
Amara was going to use that door for her escape. This little plan she made in her head on the spot was now terrifying her. She had avoided Kaelith like a plague since morning, and she hoped he’ d avoid her too for two more hours.
It was already past nine in the night, and Kaelith usually arrive by eleven.
She had seen him leaving in his Bentley earlier.
And Martha was also done for the day. Earlier at the garden, she counted the number of guards.
Eleven in total. Four at the front, six at the back.
And one on the gate. It wouldn’t be that hard to avoid him, right?
Grabbing the little bag, she prepared for herself-with some snacks, a bottle of water and a pair of dress- she quietly tip-toed towards the door.
Luckily, she managed to cross the kitchen garden without anyone noticing.
To her relief, it was a cloudy night, no moon and no stars, providing her enough darkness she could use as shadow.
Amara looked around with trepidation, crouching towards the wall, and silently hiding behind the bushes.
“You check the backyard; I’ll patrol the front.” She heard a voice, sneaking her head through the bushes, she saw two guards standing near the tree. Both of them appeared to be facing away from her. She saw silhouette of one with bald head moving in a nod.
“Alright,” the bald man said walking to the back side.
She watched, her heart pounding loudly as she swallowed hard.
If someone catch her, she’d be in deep trouble.
She waited for few seconds before both the guards moved to their positions.
She backed against the wall, feeling a surge of relief when her fingers brushed against the small hole.
It was just the right size—not too small, not too big, but perfect enough for her to crawl through.
A small smile tugged at her lips as she realized it was almost as if fate had intervened, providing her with this means of escape.
Offering a silent thanks to whatever higher power might be listening, she quickly slid her bag through the hole before getting down on all fours to start crawling through it herself.
But as she moved forward, her hips caught on the edge of the opening, causing panic to shoot through her veins. She wriggled and twisted, trying desperately to free herself, but it seemed like an impossible task. Fear gnawed at her—what if someone found her like this?
Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself harder, ignoring the stinging pain in her knees and palms as she scraped against the rough surface. With a final, determined effort, she gave one harsh tug and finally managed to squeeze through the opening.
Panting and exhausted, she grabbed her bag and staggered to her feet, feeling the muscles in her legs shake with the effort. But she couldn't afford to stop now — she had to keep moving, no matter what.
The area was filled with bushes and trees. But Amara hardly care. She sprinted through for a small time when she saw road ahead. A narrow one-way road.
She slowly walked towards it, silently wishing there would be no one. And to her relief, there was no one. She started walking on the side of the road, not on the road entirely, but in the dust so that she could hide easily. Looking over her shoulder at the mansion, she sighed deeply.
Clutching the bag tightly, she paced away from the mansion.
It was after twenty minutes when the mansion drifted from her sight.
By this time, she was started to feel dizzy.
She regretted skipping meals and her medicines.
But there was nothing she could do now. Though she had packed some snacks, she wasn’t going to waste them now.
After jogging for another forty minutes, Amara finally saw divergent in the one-way road.
She looked between the two roads. Where should she go now?
She didn’t know where they led. Closing her eyes, she pointed her finger at one side.
“One,” and then another. “Two.” And then pointed at the first one.
“Three,” she repeated this until she counted thirty.
Her finger pointed at right side on thirty.
Amara turned towards left side. She had only walked some meters towards the curve when she saw heard a vehicle accelerating from forward.
Swallowing hard, she quickly sprinted towards the bushes and hid behind them.
She could see the headlights. But then as the car approached less than 700 meters away, a cat came out of nowhere and jumped on the road.
Amara feeling panicked, completely driven by her instincts hushed the act, but it didn’t move away.
Stumbling forward and she let out a loud scream rushing towards the kitten in the middle of the road, while the sound of distant thunder filled the air.
Her limbs ached and there was a sharp pain in her head as she picked the kitten in her arms.
But before she could move out of the road, her vision was suddenly blinded by an approaching car, leaving her unable to react in time. Another scream tore through her mouth when the tires of the car screeched towards her.