HIS SWEET REVENGE

Paxton’s POV

His right hand strikes me hard across the face and my face burns immediately with pain. I turn to face him squarely and spit in his face.

I want to annoy him. I want to purposely annoy him. I have been wondering why he isn’t coming down here to torture me like he vowed to before he came.

I called him a coward because of that.

Even though the plan has failed, beating me up will make him go down because my brothers will never take this. Even if they do not want to help me get Celine and her son out, I’m sure they will come after Bryan because of this.

Israel has been killed. Bryan killed him.

I hired some men to follow me here because my brothers wouldn’t help. Now that they already know that I am in Bryan’s mansion, if they don’t see me soon, they will come here for Bryan’s head.

I just hope Celine is fine. I hope she has the brain to run away from here as soon as she can before he takes her and hurts her too.

Bryan is a ruthless man and he can hurt her without giving the fact that she is the mother of his son a chance. This is what my brothers have failed to understand.

Bryan doesn’t love her. Celine doesn’t love him either. They hate each other. And Bryan won’t hesitate to hurt her.

My brothers don’t see this. They don’t know that Celine is also a victim of his cruelty.

“How dare you!” He growls again, wiping the spit off his face while I smirk with pride.

He turns to the guards behind him.

“Get me water”, he orders loudly. The two guards scampered around and gets a bowl of water for him within minutes.

He washes his face with the water and request a handkerchief which he uses to wipe his face before turning to face me squarely.

I don’t realize he has other intentions until he picks up the wood beside him and hits me across the face. Blood spills from my mouth as my face drops to the other side of the chair. I am tired too.

My eyes close on it’s accord as he wipes me with the wooden object again, a groan escaping my mouth.

I know he isn’t just angry that I came here to take his son away. He is doing this with pent up anger for what has happened between us in the past.

The same amount of anger flowing through my veins, making me tighten my fist wishing I have supernatural powers to break off these iron metals away from my body and deal with them.

I want to show him the amount of anger and frustration in me too. I want to fight for my family. Our dignity. Our loss.

But I can’t. I can’t let go of the chains. I can’t let off the steam of my anger. It keeps increasing with each blow he throws at me with a yell.

When he stops, I am already dizzy, my eyes are becoming smaller and my mouth is open, dripping with saliva and blood.

Suddenly, fear grips me. This man is a devil. He killed my father and now that I am in his den, he won’t spare me just like I heard Celine shouting the other time.

She was pleading with him to let me go. She kept shouting for me to run even before his guards got a hold of me. She told me to run or he won’t spare me.

I wasn’t scared then because I thought my brothers will burst into the mansion before he hurts me but no one is coming in and the realization that I have been disowned by my own brothers because I wanted to rescue Celine and Jason dawns on me.

“How dare you!” He grits his teeth furiously. “How dare you come into my home after what you have done to me in the past? How dare you? What kind of guts do you have, uhn?”

I manage to raise my face. “You killed my Father”, I say weakly.

“What?!” He exclaims with confusion. “Your father? Are you insane?”

I watch intently, wondering why he is denying it. He killed me. Caleb told me that. Caleb saw him did it and that was why we decided to take our revenge on him by taking everything that belongs to him.

His Father and my Father were mortal enemies and the hatred got transferred to the children as well.

Caleb is the same age as Bryan and they hate each other so much. I came into the picture a little late. I knew Bryan without knowing how he looked physically but I knew what he represented in our lives.

“Your brother killed his father himself. I didn’t kill him”, he utters firmly. “Is that why you are here to get my son? Are you crazy?” He approaches me again with the wooden object still in his hand and I flinch in fright that he will use it on me.

He stops.

Dropping the wood, he places one of his hands on his face and examines me with a look I can’t place.

“Who are you to Celine?” He eventually asks and my face breaks into a painful smile.

I can’t grin properly because of the pain. The smile turns into a wince.

“What do you think?” A smirk touches my lips.

His look turns into rage immediately and he grabs the wood again, striding towards me. “When I ask you a question, answer me!”

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“I said who are you to Celine, answer me now or you will have yourself to blame for whatever happens to you”, he threatens with a deadly glare.

I gulp but can’t find my voice. Why is he enthusiastic about knowing about my relationship with Celine? He doesn’t love her, does he?

Even if he does, Celine would never love a man like him. Celine will love me instead. I am peace-loving and gentle while Bryan is the total opposite. I always keep my bad side in check but Bryan doesn’t care to showcase it to the entire universe.

“I love her”, I confess with a smile again, enjoying how his icy eyes are boring into mine in anticipation of an answer. “We love each other. I value her. She is beautiful and kind. This is what you don’t see. You don’t value her even though she is the mother of your child. We are going to get married and Jason will be my adopted son.”

Silence falls.

He isn’t attempting to talk, ask me to shut up, or even beat me.

His face is devoid of emotions and he seems to be urging me to speak more with his silence.

Even if he loves her, Celine will never fall for him, I said inwardly.

I need to break whatever little bite of hope in him that Celine will like him for who he is.

“Celine is only here because of her son. Have you wondered why she ran away in the first place? No, you don’t”, I try to let out a chuckle but it only comes out as a groan. “It’s because you are nothing but a devil. She knew how awful and ruthless you are. She knew you were a murderer and Celine can never fall heads over heels for someone like you. She loves me because I am coolheaded, I understand her and I am kind towards her.”

He is still silent.

I feel like provoking the shit out of him so that when Celine eventually sees me, she will know that Bryan hasn’t changed a bit.

He is still as cold as ever. Brutal. Unforgiving. And she will never come back here again, even if Jason is still here.

“Let her go. Let Jason go. You don’t need them. The more you let them stay here, the more danger you put them into. You killed my Father and Celine knows about this too”, I say, waiting for a reaction from him but there is nothing.

I never told Celine that I know Bryan from way back and he is responsible for my Father’s death. I guess now is the time to tell her, excluding the parts where I played a major role in Bryan’s current life.

I won’t tell her all the bad things that I have done. As well as my reasons for coming here, disguising myself as someone else.

I won’t.

I won’t let her compare me to Bryan. We are two opposite persons to her and it will reduce my chances of getting accepted if she knows the truth.

“No woman can ever love you, not even Celine. No one can care for you because you are a Devil”, I force myself to say again, spitting bloody saliva on the floor with my head hanging down in exhaustion.

I am done talking to him. I need to get some sleep. I am tired and weak.

Maybe by the time I am awake, I will be back in our house with my brothers hovering over me in pride for giving them the chance to get to Bryan again.

Just like we did 6 years ago.

Suddenly, I feel something hard hit me on the cheeks again and my eyes become smaller till I lose consciousness.