10. Unsuccessful plan.

BROTHEL

Daisy couldn't let Raymond get away with the humiliation he had given her. He must pay for it. Daisy picked up her phone to make a call.

"Hello, Dagger. I'm sending you a picture of someone. He's popular and a billionaire," Daisy said, smirking.

"Don't worry, ma'am. All I need is his current location. But how much will I get for a job well done?" he asked.

"You will get ten million dollars. Half of the money will be sent while the remaining will be released when I see proof and results of a job well done."

"Consider it done as long as my money is complete," he said hoarsely. She hung up, and an evil smile crept onto her face.

•••••••••

Raymond stared at her face, which he knew was scary. He felt like he should stop scaring and troubling her, but his ego was getting the best of him, and he was enjoying the drama going on.

"What the hell is going on with you? I don't want to have anything to do with a playboy," she half-yelled, sniffing back the tears that threatened to fall.

He scoffed and stood up, walking toward her while she slowly stepped backward.

He was done begging her. He was going to do what he wanted, and no one could stop him.

"Please stay away from me, Raymond!" she yelled while he laughed hysterically.

He was so prepared for this.

And whether she liked it or not, he was getting what he wanted…

This place was a very secluded area.

She was already sweating profusely in nervousness.

"But why am I even getting scared of him? I should be fighting back, or else I will look like a weakling," she thought inwardly.

Honestly, she felt really scared even after assuring herself.

He walked closer to her, grinning devilishly.

The more he came closer, the more she remembered how she had been assaulted several times by her aunt's husband.

She covered her ears with her palms, screaming as the memory kept flashing through her head.

"No! Please, let me go!" she begged and screamed in pain.

Raymond walked to her and held her so tightly.

She tried pushing him away, but she couldn't. He was way too strong for her. He landed her a hot slap and pushed her roughly, sending her to the ground.

Luckily for her, her hand made contact with a bottle lying directly next to her. He was already tearing her clothes.

She picked up the bottle and cracked it into pieces on his head.

He was still standing, staring at her while she muttered something to herself.

She looked really scared.

She acted like someone who had once been assaulted. He tried holding her, but she wouldn't even let him step an inch towards her.

But he had to, or else she might end up running mad.

"Rosia! Rosia!" Raymond tapped her gently, snapping her back to consciousness.

She exhaled heavily.

She had been daydreaming all this while.

She just prayed that what she had imagined would never happen.

"Why am I here, Raymond?" she asked boldly, hiding how scared she was.

Fear gripped her as she thought of what she had daydreamed.

"I want you, Rosia Angelis… that's why you are here," he laughed.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Look here, Mr. Raymond Christio! I know you get whatever you want, but I'm sorry to disappoint you… you won't get me," she said confidently.

"How about we negotiate?" he smirked, making her furrow her brows.

"Negotiate on what? We have nothing to negotiate," she said rudely, walking out.

"And where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm going home, of course," she said, not sparing him a glance.

"Have you forgotten the deal we made earlier?" he asked.

The nerve of that fool…

Who did he think she was?

"Deal?! You must be a scoundrel for saying that!" she fired back angrily.

"Listen, Rosia. I can give you any amount of money you want. Just mention it, and it will be yours," Raymond laughed.

"To hell with you and your money! Because that's where a soul like yours will be wholeheartedly welcomed!" she said, boiling in immense anger.

She turned to leave again.

"And where do you think this will lead when you leave here?" he asked.

She sat down quietly, feeling completely defeated. She had no idea what to do anymore because he had the upper hand. If she proved too stubborn, then all that she had labored for would go down the drain.

She didn't even realize she was shedding tears until she felt a palm on her face, bringing her back to reality.

"Raymond, please, for the sake of God and for the peace of man, let me go already. I beg of you," she pleaded as a tear dropped.

He looked at her and laughed, making her feel stupid.

She quickly wiped her tears and stared at him with so much anger and hatred.

"What's funny?" she yelped, annoyed.

"You are funny, Rosia… So you want me to let you go? You should know, if I wanted to leave you, I would have done that long before now," he said, and she burst into tears again.

She just hated this guy…

Was it by force to date someone?

She opened her eyes and saw a handkerchief in front of her.

"Wipe your tears, Rosia. I hate to see you cry," he said softly and slowly.

And this time, he wasn't laughing.

She took the handkerchief and mopped her face with it.

Why was he suddenly being nice?

"Why is he talking so sweetly out of the blue?" she thought.

"You can go, Rosia. I don't want to see you crying," he said, and she gasped in surprise.

Was he for real right now?

Did he just say that?

When did he become human?

She smiled at him, and he blew a kiss in the air.

He could never stop being naughty.

"Thank you so much, Raymond. Thank you. We will remain friends," she said, and he winked at her.

She stood up and turned to leave, but then she saw something shocking.

A red tiny light was pointing directly at Raymond. She needed no soothsayer to tell her that he was in danger.

Out of nowhere, a guy clothed in all black came into the resort, hitting her with a very hard stick.

Her vision became blurry immediately, and all she could remember was seeing Raymond's face.

••••••••

She didn't know what was keeping him so long. It had been two hours already, and yet no news of Raymond's death.

She just prayed he didn't mess things up.

!!!Phone rings!!!

She looked at the caller and smiled evilly.

"Is the job done?"

"We got a very good spot, but there's a girl with him, and she has noticed that something is wrong," the caller said.

"Eliminate her as well. But I need good news before the next thirty minutes," she said and hung up angrily.

"Whoever that girl is, it's pretty unlucky that you will die miserably," she smirked.

Thirty more minutes to go, and boom, the headline would be…

"FAMOUS BILLIONAIRE RAYMOND CHRISTIO SHOT DEAD ALONGSIDE HIS GIRLFRIEND BY AN UNIDENTIFIED RIVAL."

She scoffed.