My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Gianna’s POV

IT’S been an hour since the party started, and I was sitting at the garden all by myself.

I wasn’t comfortable right there at the dinner hall. Everyone were busy chatting, drinking, and dancing slowly to the background music. Greg even left me to go have a dance with some high class lady.

I just sat on a bench looking at the sky full of stars and a dull crescent moon.

“I am so lonely and sad I miss my family, I wonder why they left me at the orphanage in the first place”, I began muttering to myself.

“Was I some sort of burden to them? Because that is exactly what Aunt Christa always said, back at her house.

“Why Me?”.

I was still talking when I felt the presence of another being and I turned around to see Clems.

“Why are you here all alone Gina?”, he asked.

I swallowed hard, then began stuttering.

“I… I…”, I trailed off, not knowing what to say to him.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

I barely know him, and I wanted him to leave already.

What if he is just like Greg? I got scared of him immediately.

“Are you feeling so lonely?”, he asked so politely that I couldn’t help but nodded.

“Ah! You don’t have to be, you gonna get used to it sooner”, he replied looking at the sky.

“Who is Greg to you?”, I asked and he looked into my eyes briefly just for a moment.

“You will get to know with time, but am sorry I can’t spill the beans”, he answered and sat down on the bench beside me, I was looking at him.

“I’m not like Greg, I don’t lay hands on women”, he spoke more and I was awed, how did he get to know?

“What? Are you surprised? His friends and I know what crime he committed”, he said, looking so sad, sadder than I was.

He was as an handsome too, but Greg, that beast was more handsome than he was though.

“E… excuse me…, have we met before?”, I couldn’t help but ask. He really looked so familiar.

“Ah! I am a popular male model, you must have seen me in magazines and the newspapers”, he brightly smiled and that was it, I instantly recognized him.

“You… you came to the bar, I remember now”, I said excitedly, brightening up for the first time in weeks.

“I did?”, he asked, looking surprised but it felt like he knew and remember he did, but was just feigning.

“Yes, I remember”, I continued feeding him with facts, “you came to Aunt Christa’s bar and you gave me some money too, because I was so upset with Aunt Christa, she had refused giving me money to fix my broken footwear that fateful day, but you gave me so much money then and I was so happy and gave you a red small heart in return for your kind gesture”, I spoke as fast as I could, rushing my wordings as though I was being pursued by someone.

“Really?”, he asked genuinely surprised and seemed happy this time.

“How could I have forgotten? That was the time I felt a strong attachment with you”, he mumbled his last sentence which was somewhat inaudible to me.

“Sorry? Did you say something?”, I asked timidly as he shook his head.

We talked and talked, like we had known each other for ages.

He was a humourous guy, and I laughed so hard at his funny chattings.

Somewhere in the corner of my heart, I began wishing he was my buyer.

Even though Aunt Christa was gonna force me but as long as he keeps me happy like this, I will be happy.

As long as he doesn’t treat me like I’m a property or a worthless puppet which he can control or try in any way, or put fear in me, I will be so glad.

I just don’t understand why Greg will treat me like the way he does. As for the much I knew, I have never tried to offend him.

Have I? I Know you guys will say something else.

Maybe it’s my fate.

Maybe I am destined to be unhappy in this life.

Maybe I did something wrong in my past life and this is my punishment.

If my parents could abandon me, then anything is possible in my life.