Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 – Lies, Love, And Threats (Anj‘s POV)

Sky looked at my bare feet when I returned the cell phone to him. He pursed his lips as he took his gadget and sat quietly beside me. I wished to comfort him, but I could feel his disgust for me despite being grateful. I decided to keep my mouth shut, crossed my arms to my chest to keep myself warm, and closed my eyes.

The argument of whether it was wise to let the heart decide or not was still on. I would definitely tell Mrs. Antonetta about the problem of letting the heart think, and my present situation now is my solid proof. My heart is confused about whether I should leave or not. If my big brain had to decide, it would know I have done my part helping him and should go

home. But my heart was still giddy, excited at seeing Sky and wanting to snuggle closer to him.

“Sky!”

We both raised our heads and turned in the direction of the voice. The woman I saw in their house, I think her name was Elenita, came in with Frank. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“How‘s your father?” She asked worriedly.

“He‘s fine for now, but they‘re preparing to put him in the ICU,” Sky answered in a tired voice.

She nodded. “Here.” She handed him a paper bag, glancing at me as she continued, “I brought you clothes. You two changed now before somebody came and saw you like that.” Elenita turned to me. “Come with me. Better changed before someone sees you looking like that.”

If we were in a different situation, I wanted to tease Elenita. Who would ever think of changing into decent clothes in an emergency like this? But thinking about how we looked, I wondered if Sky had the chance to wear underwear.

Sky and I went into a separate restroom, but Elenita followed me.

“I couldn‘t find your clothes,” she sounded like a worried but angry mother. “We can buy you one later. Mr. Mars hated it when the media feasted on their personal lives. Let‘s cross our fingers that no paparazzi in the area yet because if there is, it would be a waste of time tracking them down.”

I went inside the cubicle quietly, wearing an old skirt and blouse, but she provided me with a new pair of underwear. I sat on the toilet bowl, folding Sky‘s shirt neatly and placing them in the paper bag When I opened the door, I saw Elenita standing outside the cubicle, giving me a pair of slippers.

“What‘s your name?” She asked, looking at me from head to toe with a tone that was stricter than Sister Grace‘s.

“Angela,” I answered.

She gestured her hand, asking me to come closer to her. When I did, I gasped when she wiped my face gently with a wet towel. Not satisfied, she shook her head.

“I only made your face messy. Wash your face.” She opened her bag, giving me a purse with soap.

I hoped to tell her I preferred to stay this way, but she was watching me with a face telling me I should follow her or else she would do it herself. Quietly, I took the soap from her and washed my face. She handed me a face towel, also from her bag, leaving me wondering what else she had in there that seemed to be complete with everything I needed. When I was done, I lowered my head, not wanting her to see my face, but she lifted my chin to look her in the eye.

Elenita gasped, and I could see the shock on her face. “Oh my, God! You‘re just a child,” she uttered, furious, but to whom, I was not sure. “How old are you? Don‘t you dare lie to me.” “Eighteen.” I lied, but I made sure to look directly in her eyes for her to believe me. When she nodded, I wanted to sigh in relief, but I realized if Sky were here, he would know I was lying because I should have answered nineteen after celebrating my birthday yesterday. “What‘s with the red spots on your face?” She asked curiously, opening her bag again and surprising me when she combed my hair and styled it in a ponytail. She peeked from my back, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

“Olivia is right. You looked like an angel. She has been asking me what happened to you.” Elenita smiled at me for the first time. “And if Sky did something stupid last night, probably it‘s not because he was drunk, but he got attracted with that face.”

I tilted my head, hurt by her choice of words and scared that Sky would see my face. She could be right that he was so into me last night because he got attracted to me. “Elenita, we were both drunk, and I was sure my face looked worse yesterday. A proof, he hardly remembers my name.”

“Then how would you get away with that?” She puckered her lips, pointing to the ring on my finger.

“We can divorce since we were drunk last night, and Frank was our witness,” I said, blinking my eyes to prevent myself from crying. “Sky Mars is a wealthy man, and with their lawyer, it can be done immediately.”

She raised her eyebrows, looking at me suspiciously. “And how much will you ask from their family?” I scoffed. “It seemed everything is about money in their world,” I whispered. I raised my head and smiled sadly at her. “I was raised by a family who never looked at the importance of money, Elenita.”

In my experience, though I am still young, on the deathbed of most residents in the nursing home, they hope for the loving hands of their family, not money. “Then what do you need?” She asked, crossing her arms to her chest and her eyebrows raised at me.

“A red pen?” Or maybe a piece of crab. It will do its job wonderfully without much effort from me.

She frowned at me, taking something from her magical bag. She took the familiar set of coloring pens. “Olivia wants you to have this. She wants you to continue whatever game you have with Sky”

My lips curved a smile, remembering the cute girl in the mansion. I took it from her, and when I started marking dots on my face, Elenita turned her back on me and went out of the restroom. When I was done, I blinked my round eyes and looked at my reflection in the mirror. He was right that I looked adoringly hideous with my face. I chuckled, pressing my lips as I walked toward the door.

Sky startled me when I opened the door. He was standing outside, leaning on the wall, his arms crossed to his chest, and with his clothes, he was more like a model in a magazine, looking hot, sexy, and gorgeous. “The doctor was looking for you,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me before turning his back on me. I sneered at him, but I almost bumped into him when he suddenly stopped. I hissed, annoyed with him abruptly halted. “What do you remember about last night?” he asked without turning to me. “I don‘t remember a thing because of that stupid appletini,” I lied to him. He nodded, walking again, his pace faster like he did not want me to walk beside him. My eyes flickered on his hand, and the wedding ring that should be on his finger was no longer there. I looked at my hand where my wedding ring was. Feeling the shame but still with hope, I took it off and kept the ring in my pants pocket.

He stopped again, and this time I bumped into him because I was not looking. I closed my eyes, sniffing his smell, memorizing it as if this would be the last time I would smell his manly, sweet, delicious scent.

“No one should know I was married to you. If this leaks in public, I will make your life like hell,” he uttered in a low but displeased tone. Not waiting for my answer, he continued to walk. I sigh deeply, wanting to tell him no need to threaten me because I do not intend to stay in his world, in his arms, and in his life. As I followed him, I heard my heart screaming, but it was about time not to follow my heart. It only led me to a path bringing me much trouble, almost losing track of reaching my dreams.