The Monster I Became
Country: Eldoria
Adrian
I sat in the living room, phone in hand, scrolling without really seeing anything.
The past month has been… unbearable.
But I’d learned to live with it.
Or at least pretend I had.
Just like my father wanted, I’d been stripped of my position as CEO.
Temporarily, he said.
Until I proved I wasn’t the fool he believed me to be.
Until I proved I was still useful.
That one mistake didn’t define me.
That I was still worthy of being called his son.
My jaw tightened.
I would prove it.
No matter what it took.
Mother had already laid everything out for me…the steps, the expectations… and most importantly, the contract my father was currently chasing.
A deal big enough to restore everything.
My position.
My name.
His approval.
It wouldn’t be easy.
But I would get it.
And if that was what it took for him to look at me again…
Then so be it.
Eloria had been around too.
Offering support when it suited her.
I wasn’t naive…I knew she was still here because of the benefits, the status, the money.
But I didn’t mind.
At least she hadn’t left completely.
At least someone hadn’t.
My phone rang.
Hilliard.
My expression darkened slightly as I answered. I hadn’t heard from him in weeks. I was already beginning to question his usefulness.
“I found Mrs. Whitmore.”
I stilled.
The words settled in slowly.
“Where?” I asked, my voice low, controlled…though doubt still lingered.
The last time had been a waste.
“We’re on our way to your house.”
I stood immediately.
This time… it felt different.
Real.
I began pacing, each step heavier than the last, anticipation coiling tightly in my chest.
Then…
The doorbell rang.
I didn’t hesitate.
I pulled the door open.
And there she was.
Mrs. Whitmore.
Hilliard stood just behind her.
For a brief second, everything went still.
Then the anger hit.
Sharp. Immediate. Consuming.
I grabbed her by the collar before she could even step fully inside.
“I don’t care how old you are,” I said coldly, my grip tightening. “You’re going to tell me everything.”
My eyes burned into hers.
Because one way or another.
She was connected to this.
“Where is she?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay level.
“Where is who?” Mrs. Whitmore replied, confusion…or defiance…flickering in her eyes.
A humorless smile tugged at my lips.
“You lived in this house,” I said slowly. “Not for long, but long enough. I guess you never really understood the kind of person I am.”
My grip tightened.
“Where the hell is she?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, holding her ground.
I let out a low, dangerous laugh.
“You’re playing dumb with me?”
She said nothing.
I leaned closer, my voice dropping.
“Listen carefully. If you don’t start talking, I will make you wish you never crossed my path.” My eyes locked onto hers. “Now… for the last time…where is Alvara?”
Her composure cracked.
“I…I really don’t know where she is,” she stammered. “The last time I saw her was when the ambulance took her to the hospital.”
I released her abruptly and began pacing, dragging a hand through my hair.
“That’s not true,” I muttered, turning back to her.
“I swear on my life,” she said quickly, trembling now. “That’s the truth.”
I studied her face.
Fear.
Raw. Unfiltered.
She wasn’t lying.
“Then why were you running?” I demanded, my gaze sharp.
“Because I didn’t want to be involved in this,” she said. “I didn’t even know Alvara had disappeared. I only found out from the news.”
My eyes narrowed.
“Then why did you leave that same day? Doesn’t that seem suspicious?”
She hesitated.
“Because… Eliora threatened me.”
I stilled.
“Eliora?” I repeated. “Why?”
Her voice dropped.
“She was afraid I would tell someone that she pushed Alvara down the stairs.”
Everything inside me went silent.
“What… Did you just say?”
“That day,” she continued shakily, “I was coming from the kitchen. I heard them arguing. I didn’t want to get involved, so I turned back… but then I heard a sound.”
Her voice trembled.
“I looked…and Alvara was falling down the stairs.”
My chest tightened.
“And when I looked up… Eliora was standing there. Just… watching.”
I stared at her, my mind refusing to accept it.
No.
That wasn’t possible.
“When I got to Alvara, she had lost so much blood,” she said. “She passed out. I thought she was going to die. I called emergency services… but then Eliora called me and told me to leave. She said she would kill me if I ever spoke about it.”
Silence fell.
Heavy.
Unbearable.
“Adrian..”
Her voice.
I turned.
Eliora was walking down the stairs.
She stopped the moment she saw Mrs. Whitmore.
For a second, something flickered across her face.
Shock.
Then it was gone.
She walked toward me slowly.
“You finally found her?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, my voice cold. “After you threatened to kill her.”
Her eyes widened.
“I … what?”
“Did you push Alvara?” I asked, my voice low but deadly. “Did you try to kill her?”
“I…” she hesitated.
“Yes,” she said. “So what?”
I stared at her, disbelief crashing into me.
“You tried to kill someone who did nothing to you?”
“Nothing?” she snapped. “She took you from me. She got pregnant for you…something I’ve been trying for years!”
“We broke up!” I shot back. “You ended things before she ever came into the picture!”
“Exactly!” she yelled. “And she still had the audacity to take my place!”
“So you decided to kill her?”
“That wasn’t the plan,” she said coldly.
“But I wouldn’t have minded if she died.”
Something inside me snapped.
“You’re heartless,” I said.
I pointed at her.
“You’re a witch, Eliora.”
She laughed bitterly.
“Oh, please. Don’t stand there acting like you’re innocent.”
Her words hit harder than I expected.
“You were worse,” she continued. “Much worse. Have you forgotten everything you did to her? The emotional torture? The stress? The slaps?”
My jaw clenched.
“She almost died because of you,” Eliora went on, her voice cutting. “And you still stand there pretending you’re clean? That girl loved you. Truly loved you. And you destroyed her.”
I said nothing.
“The worst part?” she added quietly. “You don’t even see how monstrous you are.”
Something snapped.
Before I could stop myself…
Smack.
My hand connected with her face.
The sound echoed.
“Do you know the worst mistake of my life?” I said coldly. “It was letting you back into it.”
She slowly turned her face back to me, eyes burning.
“And my greatest mistake,” she replied, “was loving a monster like you.”
She stepped back.
“And trust me… this is just the beginning of your downfall.”
She turned and walked upstairs.
After a moment, I exhaled sharply.
“You can go, Mrs. Whitmore,” I said without looking at her. “And… I’m sorry.”
She nodded quickly and left.
Hillard turned to me.
“Adrian I think…..”
“Not now,” I cut him off. “Later.”
He hesitated, then left as well.
Minutes passed.
Then I heard movement upstairs.
Dragging.
Suitcases.
“I hope your life becomes more miserable,” she called out coldly.
Then the door slammed.
Silence.
I stood there alone.
Maybe she was right.
I dragged a hand over my face.
Have I really become that person?
A monster?
A hollow laugh escaped me.
I almost killed her.
The woman carrying my child.
All because of an image.
A reputation.
What kind of man does that make me?
I closed my eyes briefly.
I deserve everything that’s happened to me.
Every single bit of it.
But still…
There’s only one thing I want.
Wherever she is…
I just hope she’s happy.
And that she stays far away from me.