Chapter 7 TWINKLE FUCKING SHIT
VAUGHN
Did I just watch the lovel—duckling Massim princess break down? Oh Yes, I do fucking did.
Did I enjoy it? Probably not….
Would I have thought it was something I should get on her nerves for? Kinda…No.
I already sensed trouble rising since my phone kept beeping nonstop throughout the whole business class while Velora and I were playing ‘hate’.
I ignored it though. I’m so just tired of handling any other emergency clean ups this week for my father or his fucking legacy which I’m expected to suddenly own one day.
Something Velora would totally love.
There’s just something about her love for reaping where she hasn’t sowed shit.
Yes, I hate Velora with every bones in my body.
I would love to see her suffer, definitely.
But not in this manner.
We’ve always loved inflicting torment on the other in our lowest moments. But something about the way she looks so broken, crouching with her hands digging into her hair. That’s not the Velora I’ve always had a banter with.
That’s the Massim heiress that needs to put a stamp on something to get power flowing into her father’s empire.
I never wanted to accept this marriage out of duty and obligation…. but I’ll love us hating each other in boiling anger than this broken shit.
I tapped her forehead like I was trying to knock for it to open up for me. I really want to see what the fuck the duck keeps in that empty head of hers, sometimes.
She slowly recovered from her tear trance before looking at me.
Her eyes looks so glassy like she would go on another trip down the tears lane.
Nah… I wouldn’t get snot on my limited jacket just because Massim duck heiress wants to get mopey.
Mirroring her expression of hate and boredom…
sincerely, I really wish to know how she does that so effortlessly. I shouldn’t have expected less. The duck has to be a duck.
She seemed to have noticed me mirroring her because she wiped off her tears with the back of her hand, at the same time wiping off some of her mascara.
You should really see what currently looks like.
A tear stained white ghost. No offense to ghost… I love them. Because they remind me of a particular duck.
After waiting for our lovely heiress to make her face look more presentable. I placed my finger underneath her jaw to slowly lift up her face.
Velora looks three minutes away from ending me.
The feeling is mutual darling.
The minute her face met mine. I just couldn’t hold it in anymore and blurted it out.
“Let’s get married”
And for just a peaceful moment, silence stretched as she stared deep into my soul with those fucking doe eyes of hers.
I know she is probably planning on how to snap my neck but in a way that will be so fast, no one at all will notice and then poof!
There goes the legendary Vaughn Tenam.
I watched her still in trance as I braced up for the inevitable.
