Fated To Three, Betrayed By All… Until She Rose.-Chapter 347: The fire.

Leilani.

"How do you intend to leave now? Especially with the Valemonts specifically asking you to head the program between us and them?" Yvette’s worried voice seeped into my mind, snapping me out of my tedious train of thoughts.

I sighed and palmed my face, turning away from her partly due to the fact that she was a little too loud... and the fact that I didn’t want to be having a conversation such as this right now.

I mean, I have had a hectic day as it is and I do not wish for people questioning my decisions to ruin it further than it is already ruined.

"I will leave after the deal has been finalized and the smart traffic program has been fully implemented..."

"So you mean you will wait until they are completed and test run?"

"Yes," I frowned. "Exactly that. I am also waiting until the last of its final stages. Are you satisfied with that now?"

"Yes," she whispered, smiling forlornly. "Yes, I am. Just know that I will always miss you."

Because I did not know how to respond after that, I simply turned away from her and to my computer screen to continue with my work, and I never lifted my head from it even for a second until my alarm clock rang several hours later.

It wasn’t until I did this that I noticed the now cold coffee and short bread she had left by my side several hours ago. But beside all of this was also an opera house visiting ticket. I glared at the piece of paper like it was a vile object, shoved it into my bag and rose to my feet.

I quickly packed up the rest of the documents scattered across my table into folders and when I was done with that, I quietly shut my door and slipped out of my office.

By this time, most of the people in the building had long gone home. Even Jarek was nowhere to be found. And due to the emptiness of the halls, the sound of my heels hitting the floor echoed as I walked past, causing goosebumps to spread across my skin because for some reason, I was nervous.

Usually, I would eat while walking home on days like this when I am this tired but my nervousness made me shove the shortbread into my bag while I took small sips of my cold coffee as I walked.

And yet, I didn’t feel any better.

If anything, my panic only grew.

I felt like I was being watched and this made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as I made my way to the parking lot.

I was however surprised when I arrived at the parking lot safely without any intrusions, especially since I could swear that I had seen shadows following me. I also unlocked my car without any intrusions, but just as I was about to enter, I noticed something hanging on my windscreen. It was a piece of paper with words written in... wait is that blood or a red lipstick?

Goddess, is that blood? It sure smells like it!

My heart raced in my chest as I picked it up but because I was unwilling to waste anymore time in this creepy parking lot, I immediately got into my car and drove off without waiting to read its contents.

I drove for a very long time until I was sure I was very far away from the building, and it wasn’t until then that I managed to catch my breath. I also seized that opportunity to drive to a corner of the road, just behind a parked truck and stopped...

Because I swear to the heavens, my heart was beating so fast, I was literally shaking. My hands were also clammy, secreting so much sweat, I could fill a jar with it.

My hands shook as I picked up the piece of paper I’d taken from my windscreen earlier and read the contents in silence; And bloody hades, as soon as I saw what was written on it, I froze.

It read;

Did you ever think you easily got rid of me? Did you really think I was that easy to get rid of even if you had the support of literally all the Alphas around town?

If Chalice were still alive, she would’ve been the first person I would’ve suspected of sending something as crazy as this, and now, knowing that she was dead, made this even more scary.

I tried to make a mental note of all the people who could do this but ended up coming up with nothing. So in panic, I took a picture of the note before squeezing it into a ball. I then threw it out of my car before deciding to continue the rest of the way home.

And goddess, I know that I should drive faster, but for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to. For some reason, I also did not want to go home despite how tired I already was. This state of unrest is the reason I stopped by a diner to eat, and I remained there until it was time for them to close for the day, which was several hours later.

But by now, I was surprisingly feeling less restless, and I was no longer feeling like I was being watched. I drove home quickly, only to freeze and abruptly park my car when I arrived a few miles away from my house.

Why?

Because from here, I could see my house and the large crowd gathered in front of it.

And no, I wasn’t scared of the crowd, hence the reason I stopped. I stopped because my house was completely covered in flames.

It was burning to the ground, leaving nothing but its wild orange-y flames marking the night sky like some freaking art work.

—And that was when it dawned on me where all this restlessness and reluctance to go home were coming from.

It also dawned on me that whoever must’ve sent me that note was behind this.

Anger and frustration made me scream at the top of my lungs, but do you know what?

I didn’t go to the house. I didn’t stop to check what must’ve caused the fire.

I simply turned around and drove off to look for the nearest hotel to sleep, because if I am correct, then whoever must’ve started the fire may still be there to admire their chaos, and I’d rather they believed I was dead then give them another reason to hurt me anymore than they already have.

Sure, I will fight, but not today.

Today is already a rollercoaster as it is.