The Alpha's Villainess Wife-Chapter 50: Was She Going To Win?

Malakai peered at her.

She stared at him.

He wouldn’t look away and though she didn’t notice, his fingers twitched by his side, an urge to touch her. But he knew he couldn’t. He’d been trying, but he somehow hadn’t been able to get his wolf under control around her and the last thing he wanted was for Eve to think of him as some kind of beast—for her to believe that supreme alphas like him were dangerous.

"Okay." He shook his head, snapping out of it, and took the laptop back from her "Thank you."

Before he could leave, Eve asked, "Aren’t you coming with me?"

"To where?" He glanced at her behind his shoulders.

"My father wants me to see him this morning about something important. I was...hoping you’d want to come with me..."

"I can’t," Malakai responded.

"Oh..." The disappointment in her tone was very clear.

She forced a smile on her face and without saying another word, she turned and walked off further into the house, her hands balled by her sides.

Malakai stared at her disappearing figure and forced himself to look away, to leave. He would do anything if it meant not hurting her, and that included keeping his distance.

Drawing an exhausted breath, he left the mansion and boarded the car to leave for work.

...

Eve was pissed as she dressed to leave and even when she arrived at the hospital, none of her anger seemed to have subsided in any way. She stood before the door of her father’s ward and breathed in and out, her fingers balled into fists.

"Are you alright, ma’am?" one of the nurses who was walking down the hallway asked.

She nodded. "Yea...yea, I’m fine."

Eve grabbed the door handle and stepped into the room. Her father was seated on the bed, his feet on the floor. Her brows furrowed, because he looked defeated for some reason—elbows on his knees and face buried in his palms.

Did something she was unaware of happen?

Closing the door, she slowly approached him, "Dad—" She touched him and he flinched, slapping her hand off.

Eve furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Dad, what’s wrong with you?"

Mr. Stavros took a good look at her face. It wasn’t any of the nurses. No one would be stupid enough not to figure out that these nurses were working for Patro and if he messed up even a little bit, it could be so easy to kill him.

"Is something going on?" Eve asked, stepping closer to him. "Dad, if something is going on, you should tell me."

"Nothing. Nothing is wrong."

"Nothing is wrong and you’re acting so paranoid?"

"I am not paranoid—"

"Yes, you are!" She breathed out. "I barely touched you and you’re acting like the devil had touched you."

"What is it? What is going on? What have you this cautious?" she questioned.

The man angrily pulled at the strand of his chocolate hair and bit nervously into his clawed finger.

"Dad—"

"I’m thinking, Eve! Just...keep quiet!"

Eve stared hard at him. She let out a frustrated breath and marched over to take a seat on the chair close to the bed. She wouldn’t take her eyes off her father and when the silence got a bit much, she asked, "What did you want to tell me?"

Mr. Stavros snapped his attention toward her. "What?"

"You told me that you had something you would like to tell me today? Something that could possibly make me hate you. Dad, what is it?"

He gazed at her.

"Nothing." He shook his head.

"Dad—"

"It’s nothing, Eve."

"Why are you like this?" Eve lost it, getting up from the chair. "You’ve always been like this, lying about things and keeping things from me. Secrets, secrets all the time. I assumed maybe it was because you were in Patro’s hold, but now? Now that you’re free, you are still doing the very same thing? I don’t get it. Why? Is it that you don’t trust me? I am your daughter, why can’t you—"

"That is not it, Eve!" Mr. Stavros yelled. "What would I get from lying to my own daughter? Keeping things from her?"

"Then why? Why are you doing it?"

"Because I’m protecting you!" he snarled. "Your life is in danger every second of the day and it’s my job as a father to keep you safe. It is the least I can do for your mother, and if it means lying to you, and keeping things from you, then yes, I will go that low. I will, Eve!"

His shoulders rose and fell in heavy breathing.

"Look at this entire hospital, do you think I’m safe here? No! No, I am not. And you know why?"

Eve was unmoving.

"Patro Zolotov has this place in his palms. Every single nurse working here, the doctors included, is all working for him. And this room, it is wired. Wired, Eve, meaning that whatever you and I are saying right now, Patro knows. He hears, he knows everything, so if you’ll just be clever and sit down, then maybe I won’t end up dead in this damn place."

He dropped into the bed. "Saving me was a mistake."

That made Eve’s expression fall.

"What?"

"It is a mistake. You made a mistake. Do you think that saving me is going to help you in any way? You are up against Patro, Eve. What about that can’t you understand?"

A dry laugh exited from her.

"I risked my life, my husband’s life, his brother’s life to save you, and you call it a mistake?" She angrily rubbed her temple. "Do you realize that someone is stuck in the hospital, in a coma, because of you? He helped to save you and almost lost his life, but no...it was a mistake. Giving everything to bring you out of there, was a mistake."

She was fuming.

"I don’t understand you anymore. What? You want to be stuck in Patro’s hands for the rest of your life?"

"Eve, I was just worrying for—"

"Don’t worry for me! I can take care of myself. I managed to get myself out of Patro’s hand, I brought myself this far, so no, Dad, I think I can very well handle myself. Maybe if you stopped thinking about yourself for once, maybe if you tried helping me for once, and stopped criticizing everything I do, maybe if you stopped telling me how stupid I am or how the decisions I make are a mistake, maybe if you did any of these things, we wouldn’t be where we are."

"I told you, Patro gave me bad feelings despite being my mate. I told you something was wrong times without a number, but you told me not marrying him would be a mistake. You convinced me into it, and now every day I am fighting to get away from this man, someone you pushed me onto. Guess what, Dad, I have never once hated you for it, I have never once loved you less for it or even blamed you. So why do you do this to me?"

Eve sniffled and before the man could even say a word, she began looking around the room in frustration.

"What are you looking for?" Mr. Stavros asked.

She didn’t answer him, but dragged over the chair and climbed onto it. She reached to the rod that the curtain was fixed into and fiddled for a few moments before dragging a connected wire.

The man’s eyes widened. The bug, that was where it had been fixed into. But how? When did Patro even succeed in bugging the room?

Eve threw it to the floor and angrily began to stomp on it, over and over again. She picked it up, stormed out of the ward, and threw it against the hallway wall.

"Who was it?"

The nurses that were walking down the hallway all came to a stop.

"Who was it that put that in my father’s ward?" she questioned and when none of them could give her an answer, she screamed in frustration, the urge to pull her hair out crawling inside of her.

The nurses glanced at each other and eyed her. Most of them seemed confused, but she knew that one of them was the culprit.

The doctors, any of them in this hospital, had to have known of this. There is no way Patro could have bugged this room without their notice.

Her shoulders rose and fell in heavy breathing and she exhaled softly.

"Eve..." Mr. Stavros spoke. "Enough. Stop. You’re not going to find out who did it by losing your temper this way."

Eve didn’t speak. All she did was turn, look at him, and for a second he’d expected her to say something—a remark.

But she didn’t. "I’ll see to it that you’re transferred to a different hospital. Get yourself checked, I’ll see you tomorrow." She adjusted her suit and left the room, shutting the door before he could say a word.

Eve headed down the stairs of the hospital and came to a stop, craning her head back to stare at the bright blue sky.

Was she going to win at this point if even her own father wouldn’t be honest with her?