??The Billionaire
And His Therapist ??
{His Dark Desires………?}
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By: Midnight Flames ✍?♥
CHAPTER 22 — THE MISTRESS.
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Lucille smiles as she enters into her apartment. Her first date! She is going on her first date. If someone had told her years ago that Dominique would ask her out — she wouldn’t believe it and tomorrow she is going to have her first date with him.
Two days ago, she felt her head would explode because of over thinking. Although, she knows she shouldn’t think about having a brother but something about that thought wasn’t right. No…she needed to get that thought out of her head.
“Oh, your back.” Ashely walks in holding a mug in her hand, wearing an ash t-shirt and matching pants. She’d decided to stay here and just “hang out here for a while” – in her words.
“Yeah…” Lucille responds.
“Hey girl, I just wanted to apologize for the other day. I shouldn’t have jumped into conclusions like that, am sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She smiles, happy that Ashely had taken into consideration to apologize. Lucille proceeds to the living room and plops on the couch.
Ashely sat next to her, “can we talk?”
“Sure.” She replies, stretching her sore limbs. Ashely bites her lower lips nervously, breathing in deeply she proceeds to stand and walk to the kitchen coming back a few minutes later with the photo of Lucille and her mother in her hand.
She drops it on the desk in front of them and faces Lucille. “I know, I know. It wasn’t in my place to even go near your personal belongings.” She blurts out quickly, “but I was curious…”
Carefully, Lucille picks up the picture frame and caresses it slowly. “I can’t even remember the last time, I looked at this picture well.” Tears brim her eyes.
“It must have been painful. . . losing someone you love.”
“It was—it still is. She didn’t deserve to die.”
Ashely held her hand in comfort, “sometimes that’s just the way of the life. It hurts but am sure once she sees the person you’ve become now, she’ll be so proud of you.”
“After she died, I felt lost and hopeless. I didn’t know what to do…”
Ashely raised a brow, “the orphanage didn’t educate you?”
“I went to a different orphanage. . . children there weren’t allowed to dream and if you dared to, the mistress would make sure she broke your dreams.”
“The mistress?”
“She was or still is the owner of Star orphanage. You’d think that a woman who spent her life resources into building a home for the homeless at least had a heart.” Her eyes squint, “she was cruel and wicked—deriving joy in destroying the hopes of children.”
Ashely gasped, she couldn’t even imagine what Lucille and the others might have gone through in the hands of the mistress. “Am sorry,”
Lucille smiled sympathetically, rubbing her temples to relieve the headache coming. “Don’t worry about. It’s best not to think about the past anymore.” She closed the topic and walked away leaving Ashely deep in thought.
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~STAR ORPHANAGE✍~
A woman sitted on a black leather chair and her feet lazily stretched out. Puffing smoke and smirking wickedly. She scoffs watching the children play, they only had thirty minutes playtime. It is the only way to salvage her reputation of being the best orphanage owner in the town.
She h@tëd children, they were annoying and disgusting. Seeing them happy made her blood boil but she knew she would punish them later. The orphanage was a money maker, homeless children are making her a lot of money. . .people, especially the filthy rich donated either out of charity (the goodness of their hearts) or to bulid a good reputation. Either way it is making her rich.
Standing up slowly, she paces around her office remembering the visit from the unknown men looking for Lucille. Ah, Lucille Dumont. . .a lazy grin evident on her face as she could very well recall the child.
She had so much fun breaking her spirits. Lucille Dumont was the only child in the orphanage that had hope about getting out of here unscathed and starting anew.
No matter how she tried, Lucille always bounced back after each and every punishment but she had finally discovered her weak spot: Her missing brother.
She’d always remember Lucille staring into the night sky promising that the minute she left the orphanage, she would find her brother and that was when—she knew how to break her.
She tortured Lucille into making sure, she forgot her brother but the visit from the other day showed that her brother is still very much alive and is a very powerful man.
“I’ll have to make sure, they don’t find out about her.” She monologues and shambles towards the door to leave. The children’s playtime was over. As she reached for the handle, two men barges in making her step down.
“Step back.” One commanded with a gruff voice. She instantly backs her with her hands up in surrender.
“What I can do for you gentleman?” She asks in a nervous tone.
“Good morning ma’am… Am sure you remember me?” The other — Damien steps out and she widens her eyes in surprise.
“Oh! Your here again…” She drops her hand down and gives a tight smile. Her hand clenches in frustration and worry. Why have they come again? She hopes they didn’t discover the truth.
“Yes…” Damien gives a fake smile, “am here.” He glares and immediately pulls out a gun from the side of his trousers and lowers it to her head. “Sit down.” By his angry tone, she dare not disobey.
Damien was in no mood for jokes. After Ashely had revealed everything to him, he knew the only one that might have played him is the woman that owns the organization in the first place. She was suspicious, on coming here the children didn’t look happy to see him. . .which is strange because it is an orphanage and the children would’ve expressed some joy on seeing someone was here to donate.
“W-what a-are y-you d-doing?” She stutters, shaking in fear. Something was definitely up, while coming here he had asked for directions to where she was and the child—he talked to had called her mistress.
“Shut up! Did I tell you to speak.” He snarled. “Now, mistress. . .you better start talking or else.” His tone threatening.
Her eyes widened in fear at the mention of ‘mistress.’ How does he know? “I-I don’t know what your talking about.” She denies trying to sound confident.
Damien presses the metallic gun against her forehead. He certainly saw her reaction when he mentioned her name, she was hiding something for sure. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he said menacingly “tell me everything.”
“I don’t know what your talking about!” She yells. No! She couldn’t allow everything she has worked so hard for to go down, just like that.
“Hmm… Maybe, this will jog your memory. I came here three days ago on information about Lucille Dumont and you told me she is dead. Well,” he leans in “I know she’s alive and you better start talking before I put a bullet through your skull.”
Oh God! He knew. Of course, Lucille is alive. The girl wanted to stay alive and get out of the orphanage whereas the dead girl— a look a like of Lucille didn’t have the will power to live anymore.
Feeling his patience grow thinner by the minute watching the woman contemplate on whether she should tell him the truth or continue lying—in the hopes that he wouldn’t shoot. How fûcking wrong.
“It seems you’ve wasted my time long enough.” Without warning, he aims the gun and fires on her lap. She screams in pain. The children would hear her but wouldn’t dare come to her aid rather they would stay and wish her death.
“No! No! Please I’ll tell you everything!” Tears run down her face watching blood roll down her thighs to her feet.
Damien smirks, “good.” He blows the gun smoke out. “I already know she’s alive but she doesn’t remember anything. Why?” He says harshly.
“Lucille Dumont was brought here to my orphanage twenty years ago. She was a high spirited girl and I was determined to break her hopes and dreams but nothing worked instead it gave her more determination to leave this place and start a fresh.”
“You fûcking bítch! Is this what you do to all the children here?” Damien questioned. She shivered, hearing his raging tone. Slowing down her neverousness, she continues.
“I was obsessed with ruining her and I finally found a way to do it. One night I had overheard her telling the stars that once she was free, the first thing she would do is look for her brother. That was when I started torturing her to forget her brother.”
“What kind of torture?”
“Anytime she mentioned her brother or even thought of him, I would give her twenty lashes on the back of her legs so no one would see. The torture was so much that her brain automatically erased any thought of her brother because she soon forgot.”
Damien raged, “you are sick! And people like you don’t deserve to live,” her eyes widen in fright “but, I can’t kill you now but I’ll be back.” He promised and ordered his man to untie her. With one last glare, he walked out.
She sighed in relief but was still quivering in fear. She couldn’t inform the police, from their outfits and weapon they are the Mafia which means the police can’t do anything but will just keep watch on her in suspect of any shady deal.
“Oh God! What am I going to do!?” She pulls her hair and screams. Her thigh was still bleeding and she is still in a lot of pain. “This is your fault. Lucille Dumont!”
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Fiona sat on the old worn out couch, pondering on how she got here: alone and miserable. All her life, she had been jealous of Dianne. Instead of supporting her best friend—she had decided to take everything away from her.
But still, Dianne bounced back—not allowing her misfortune to determine how her life should be. . .but unforseen circvmstances took her. ‘And you stood there and watched her die.’ Her consciousness reminded.
Now, that she is alone. Fiona has had time to think about her horrible life choices. And now, she knew what Lucille had meant by: Fixing things. She could’ve met up with Daniel and asked for his forgiveness but instead had wasted her time with Peter.
She could’ve searched for Dianne’s daughter and helped her out anyway she could. . . immediately she stood up, “all my life I’ve made terrible mistakes but I’ll start to fix them.” She vows.
Her attention turned to door at the knock. Confused, she slowly walked to it and made sure she peeped and immediately gasps seeing they were two men dressed in black in front of her door.
Breathing in, she opens the door only to be met with a gun to her head. The men press the gun deeply making her step back. “W-what do you want?” She stammers.
“Your coming with us.” The man holding the gun to her head spoke.
Fiona wasn’t just going to leave with some strangers. If she died, then she had nothing to live for anymore. “Am not going anywhere with you.”
He let out a laugh, “maybe this will change your mind.” He smirked as two men (who hid on the pavement) came out holding a beaten down Jason. Fiona gasped and instantly tried to run towards him but the gun pressed to her head was a warning to go back.
“Oh, God what happened?!” She cried out.
The only thing that could come out of Jason’s bloody mouth was, “mom, what have y-you d-done.”
“Shut up!” The man screamed at him.
“Come with us quietly or else…” Fiona didn’t need to be told twice, without another word — she walked away with them.
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It seems KARMA is finally catching up with Fiona…?
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Author Midnight Flames✍?
