Chapter 176
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Hearing that, Camille exploded in anger. She can no longer hold it, her hand lifted in the air and threw a slap on Daniella's cheek.
But it was not enough. Her clenching hands lifted once again to grab Daniella's hair but she dodged it so she grabbed her shirt and tore it apart until it showed her bra.
Evan pulled Camille immediately and as he did, Camille tore the rest of Daniella's shirt until it revealed her stomach.
"You bitch! What have I done-" her lips froze when her eyes noticed the scars on Daniella's chest.
Camille's eyes swelled in shock. From Daniella's neck bone to her cleavage, there were too many scars that it made her looked like a doll that had been stitched into pieces.
"Oh God! Your body!" surprise has made her voice shaky, "you look so disgusting!" she blurted and took a step back.
Turning to Evan, she continued, "how can you look at that! I mean that's sickening," she said pointing at Daniella's stomach which had a huge and thick scar.
Ken stiffened staring at Daniella while Evan tried to stop her from leaving.
Standing in the hallway with shock on their faces, Ken and Camille looked at each other.
"Did you see that?" Camille said with disgust, "her body is so ugly."
Ken blinked, without saying a word he rushed to her and threw a slap on her cheek causing Camille to fall. He didn't know what's happening to him, his hand moved by itself and just slapped her without considering that she's a woman.
"You didn't need to say that!" he squatted next and pressed both hands on her neck, choking her angrily, "she's not ugly, you are ugly" he continued and watched Camille as she tried to remove his hand from her throat, "now, get your things and get the f*ck out of here before I get more men and have them rape you for real."
With a dark face, Ken got up and walked past her.
He caught Evan standing by the door, one hand was on his temples massaging it gently.
"What happened?" he asked as he stood beside him.
"She said she will come back," Evan replied.
Ken shook his head, "whatever. Why didn't you throw that woman out of the villa?" he asked.
Evan sighed, "Selena asked me to let her stay here and we can't say no to her."
"Should I kill her?" he asked.
Evan with brows creasing deeply shook his head.
Ken stared at Evan for so long, he still could not understand how can he let Camille stay. He considered himself weird but if he was in Evan's shoes, he will kick Camille out of his house the second she set a foot inside.
"I will leave now."
When Ken left, Selena's voice sounded from behind.
"Uncle Evan, what happened to Daniella? Her body, it was like," her voice broke down unsure how to continue.
"It's nothing, forget that you saw it," he said and pulled her to embrace, "call Anders and tell him to come back."
Selena nodded and went upstairs still confuse. She didn't see the whole scene only the time where Camille stripped Daniella's clothes and said those words.
Meanwhile.
Daniella ran into the woods. She was breathing hard as she halted next to the tree and rested a hand on it while the other lay on her chest.
She squatted down to the floor, brushed both hands over her face.
Camille's voice and the way she looked at her, that was the same look James had on his face when she showed him her real body. Without knowing, tears had run down from her eyes.
Soon footsteps sounded. Daniella wiped her tears.
"Babe, I am alright, I just need-" she stopped when she turned and found Ken staring at her back. She was still in her ripped clothes which now showed the scars in her back.
"Please leave me alone," she said and got up.
Instead of leaving, Ken removed his shirt. Daniella gulped hard; it was indeed normal for a man to give his shirt if ever a woman needed one.
But Ken didn't give her his shirt, instead, he turned around. When her eyes noticed his back Daniella's lips parted in a surprise.
There were also scars in his back but unlike her, they were thin but deep. And by the looked of it, it came from a whip.
"My father used to hit me with his golf stick whenever I did something he didn't like," he started and then walked closer to her. He sat down to the ground and leaned his back on the tree she was standing next to.
He elevated his head to look at her while his hand patted the space next to him, asking her to sit down.
Daniella sat down obediently. She leaned her head on his shoulder and blew a harsh breath.
"Was it painful?" she asked.
Ken shrugged his shoulders, "I don't remember," he slightly turned to look at her but only could see her hair, "was it painful?"
Daniella nodded her head, then she moved her head away from leaning on his shoulder and met his eyes.
The way his grey irises glowed, it was so peaceful just like the calmness of the surrounding.
He looked like a concerned brother looking at her. The vibe he was giving to her, it made her feel secure.
She took her earing off and used the tip to scratch her palm.
Ken stared at it patiently, wondering what was she doing.
Daniella wiped the blood on her palm and the shallow wound she made slowly healed by itself.
Ken's face screwed in confusion, then Daniella took his hand and made the same wound on his palm.
It didn't hurt him but it stung a bit.
"See the difference between your wound and mine?" Daniella said, comparing the wounds in their hands.
"Mine healed faster than yours."
He lifted his chin to look at her, amazed and confusion were both on his face.
His breathing quickened, "let me get this straight, drugs don't work on you neither alcohol and your body heals faster. I wouldn't be surprised if you tell me that it is because you eat a lot of lobsters," he chuckled in disbelief.
"My tissues work faster but it leaves a mark even though the cut is shallow," she explained and wiped the blood on his palm, "and yes, drugs don't work on me so imagine the pain when they cut me open without anesthesia," she lifted a finger and ran it on her cleavage which had the thick scar.
Ken tensed upon hearing, he gulped hard and stared at the scar on her breast dumbstruck.
"It must have been painful," he murmured.
The concern in his voice has made Daniella lift her chin and meet his eyes.
"Pain is a word," she sighed, "what I had gone through was indescribable."
Their gazes locked, and unlike the icy hostility look Ken had the first time they met, he now has a pair of eyes shining like he's staring at his lover.
Daniella swallowed hard and tried to read his mind to her surprise, Ken did not have the feelings she thought he would, instead, his mind was in serene.
She smiled, "yes, it is," then looked down at his shirt on his laps. Hoping for him to offer his shirt.
"Are you expecting me to give you my shirt?"
Daniella shyly nodded, she felt cold but afraid that Ken would shout at her the way he shouted at the other women.
"Silly," he said and poke a finger on her nose, I don't want your strange smell on my shirt," he got up, baffled whether to extend a hand to help her or not but in the end he still did it.
"Fine," Daniella said, "why are you not using it?" she asked.
Ken gave her a half shrug, "you look stupid with rip shirt so I decided to join you to not make you look stupid."
Stopping herself from smiling, Daniella rolled her eyes.
"Let's go, your fiancé is waiting."
She followed him back to the Villa and instead of taking the wood, they decided to take the main road.
It was not far but few people in their cars sometimes stopped and looked at the two people walking without shirts.
When they reached the villa, Ken went to his car.
"Remember our deal?" he said out of the blue.
The corners of Daniella's eyes crinkled in confusion, wondering why he suddenly mentioned the deal they had about Dexter's freedom. Then so, she answered with a nod.
"He's free. I won't ask my men to scare that gay."
She gave him a half-smile, "great," extending a hand she continued, "if you need to torture someone, I am your woman."
Ken's lips formed a lopsided grin.
"If you need to dispose someone just remember that I own a cemetery," he replied accepting her hand.
"Very well, I might need one very soon," her eyes shone mischievously, "see you around Ken."
Withdrawing his hand, Ken's eyes darted, "what should I call you? You have too many names."
"Whatever you want."
He waved at her as he slowly closed the door, "alright shorty see you around!" and he drove away with a mirthless laugh.
Daniella tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she watched him drove away. She was certain that Ken does not have feelings for her but he kept smiling to her which she found strange.
"I hope you're happy!" a yell roared from behind.
Daniella turned around and found Camille with two luggage next to her. Anger was visible on her face.
Wrapping both arms around herself confidently, Daniella smirked, "a little maybe," she looked into her eyes to read her mind, "can you tell your father to call me?" she tittered and uncrossed her arms, walked a few step closer to Camille and moved her face closer to her ears, "I am interested about buying your shares from the Su Bank."
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Hearing that, Camille exploded in anger. She can no longer hold it, her hand lifted in the air and threw a slap on Daniella's cheek.
But it was not enough. Her clenching hands lifted once again to grab Daniella's hair but she dodged it so she grabbed her shirt and tore it apart until it showed her bra.
Evan pulled Camille immediately and as he did, Camille tore the rest of Daniella's shirt until it revealed her stomach.
"You bitch! What have I done-" her lips froze when her eyes noticed the scars on Daniella's chest.
Camille's eyes swelled in shock. From Daniella's neck bone to her cleavage, there were too many scars that it made her looked like a doll that had been stitched into pieces.
"Oh God! Your body!" surprise has made her voice shaky, "you look so disgusting!" she blurted and took a step back.
Turning to Evan, she continued, "how can you look at that! I mean that's sickening," she said pointing at Daniella's stomach which had a huge and thick scar.
Ken stiffened staring at Daniella while Evan tried to stop her from leaving.
Standing in the hallway with shock on their faces, Ken and Camille looked at each other.
"Did you see that?" Camille said with disgust, "her body is so ugly."
Ken blinked, without saying a word he rushed to her and threw a slap on her cheek causing Camille to fall. He didn't know what's happening to him, his hand moved by itself and just slapped her without considering that she's a woman.
"You didn't need to say that!" he squatted next and pressed both hands on her neck, choking her angrily, "she's not ugly, you are ugly" he continued and watched Camille as she tried to remove his hand from her throat, "now, get your things and get the f*ck out of here before I get more men and have them rape you for real."
With a dark face, Ken got up and walked past her.
He caught Evan standing by the door, one hand was on his temples massaging it gently.
"What happened?" he asked as he stood beside him.
"She said she will come back," Evan replied.
Ken shook his head, "whatever. Why didn't you throw that woman out of the villa?" he asked.
Evan sighed, "Selena asked me to let her stay here and we can't say no to her."
"Should I kill her?" he asked.
Evan with brows creasing deeply shook his head.
Ken stared at Evan for so long, he still could not understand how can he let Camille stay. He considered himself weird but if he was in Evan's shoes, he will kick Camille out of his house the second she set a foot inside.
"I will leave now."
When Ken left, Selena's voice sounded from behind.
"Uncle Evan, what happened to Daniella? Her body, it was like," her voice broke down unsure how to continue.
"It's nothing, forget that you saw it," he said and pulled her to embrace, "call Anders and tell him to come back."
Selena nodded and went upstairs still confuse. She didn't see the whole scene only the time where Camille stripped Daniella's clothes and said those words.
Meanwhile.
Daniella ran into the woods. She was breathing hard as she halted next to the tree and rested a hand on it while the other lay on her chest.
She squatted down to the floor, brushed both hands over her face.
Camille's voice and the way she looked at her, that was the same look James had on his face when she showed him her real body. Without knowing, tears had run down from her eyes.
Soon footsteps sounded. Daniella wiped her tears.
"Babe, I am alright, I just need-" she stopped when she turned and found Ken staring at her back. She was still in her ripped clothes which now showed the scars in her back.
"Please leave me alone," she said and got up.
Instead of leaving, Ken removed his shirt. Daniella gulped hard; it was indeed normal for a man to give his shirt if ever a woman needed one.
But Ken didn't give her his shirt, instead, he turned around. When her eyes noticed his back Daniella's lips parted in a surprise.
There were also scars in his back but unlike her, they were thin but deep. And by the looked of it, it came from a whip.
"My father used to hit me with his golf stick whenever I did something he didn't like," he started and then walked closer to her. He sat down to the ground and leaned his back on the tree she was standing next to.
He elevated his head to look at her while his hand patted the space next to him, asking her to sit down.
Daniella sat down obediently. She leaned her head on his shoulder and blew a harsh breath.
"Was it painful?" she asked.
Ken shrugged his shoulders, "I don't remember," he slightly turned to look at her but only could see her hair, "was it painful?"
Daniella nodded her head, then she moved her head away from leaning on his shoulder and met his eyes.
The way his grey irises glowed, it was so peaceful just like the calmness of the surrounding.
He looked like a concerned brother looking at her. The vibe he was giving to her, it made her feel secure.
She took her earing off and used the tip to scratch her palm.
Ken stared at it patiently, wondering what was she doing.
Daniella wiped the blood on her palm and the shallow wound she made slowly healed by itself.
Ken's face screwed in confusion, then Daniella took his hand and made the same wound on his palm.
It didn't hurt him but it stung a bit.
"See the difference between your wound and mine?" Daniella said, comparing the wounds in their hands.
"Mine healed faster than yours."
He lifted his chin to look at her, amazed and confusion were both on his face.
His breathing quickened, "let me get this straight, drugs don't work on you neither alcohol and your body heals faster. I wouldn't be surprised if you tell me that it is because you eat a lot of lobsters," he chuckled in disbelief.
"My tissues work faster but it leaves a mark even though the cut is shallow," she explained and wiped the blood on his palm, "and yes, drugs don't work on me so imagine the pain when they cut me open without anesthesia," she lifted a finger and ran it on her cleavage which had the thick scar.
Ken tensed upon hearing, he gulped hard and stared at the scar on her breast dumbstruck.
"It must have been painful," he murmured.
The concern in his voice has made Daniella lift her chin and meet his eyes.
"Pain is a word," she sighed, "what I had gone through was indescribable."
Their gazes locked, and unlike the icy hostility look Ken had the first time they met, he now has a pair of eyes shining like he's staring at his lover.
Daniella swallowed hard and tried to read his mind to her surprise, Ken did not have the feelings she thought he would, instead, his mind was in serene.
She smiled, "yes, it is," then looked down at his shirt on his laps. Hoping for him to offer his shirt.
"Are you expecting me to give you my shirt?"
Daniella shyly nodded, she felt cold but afraid that Ken would shout at her the way he shouted at the other women.
"Silly," he said and poke a finger on her nose, I don't want your strange smell on my shirt," he got up, baffled whether to extend a hand to help her or not but in the end he still did it.
"Fine," Daniella said, "why are you not using it?" she asked.
Ken gave her a half shrug, "you look stupid with rip shirt so I decided to join you to not make you look stupid."
Stopping herself from smiling, Daniella rolled her eyes.
"Let's go, your fiancé is waiting."
She followed him back to the Villa and instead of taking the wood, they decided to take the main road.
It was not far but few people in their cars sometimes stopped and looked at the two people walking without shirts.
When they reached the villa, Ken went to his car.
"Remember our deal?" he said out of the blue.
The corners of Daniella's eyes crinkled in confusion, wondering why he suddenly mentioned the deal they had about Dexter's freedom. Then so, she answered with a nod.
"He's free. I won't ask my men to scare that gay."
She gave him a half-smile, "great," extending a hand she continued, "if you need to torture someone, I am your woman."
Ken's lips formed a lopsided grin.
"If you need to dispose someone just remember that I own a cemetery," he replied accepting her hand.
"Very well, I might need one very soon," her eyes shone mischievously, "see you around Ken."
Withdrawing his hand, Ken's eyes darted, "what should I call you? You have too many names."
"Whatever you want."
He waved at her as he slowly closed the door, "alright shorty see you around!" and he drove away with a mirthless laugh.
Daniella tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she watched him drove away. She was certain that Ken does not have feelings for her but he kept smiling to her which she found strange.
"I hope you're happy!" a yell roared from behind.
Daniella turned around and found Camille with two luggage next to her. Anger was visible on her face.
Wrapping both arms around herself confidently, Daniella smirked, "a little maybe," she looked into her eyes to read her mind, "can you tell your father to call me?" she tittered and uncrossed her arms, walked a few step closer to Camille and moved her face closer to her ears, "I am interested about buying your shares from the Su Bank."
Hearing that, Camille exploded in anger. She can no longer hold it, her hand lifted in the air and threw a slap on Daniella's cheek. But it was not enough. Her clenching hands lifted once again to grab Daniella's hair but she dodged it so she grabbed her shirt and tore it apart until it showed her bra. Evan pulled Camille immediately and as he did, Camille tore the rest of Daniella's shirt until it revealed her stomach. "You bitch! What have I done-" her lips froze when her eyes noticed the scars on Daniella's chest. Camille's eyes swelled in shock. From Daniella's neck bone to her cleavage, there were too many scars that it made her looked like a doll that had been stitched into pieces. "Oh God! Your body!" surprise has made her voice shaky, "you look so disgusting!" she blurted and took a step back. Turning to Evan, she continued, "how can you look at that! I mean that's sickening," she said pointing at Daniella's stomach which had a huge and thick scar. Ken stiffened staring at Daniella while Evan tried to stop her from leaving. Standing in the hallway with shock on their faces, Ken and Camille looked at each other. "Did you see that?" Camille said with disgust, "her body is so ugly." Ken blinked, without saying a word he rushed to her and threw a slap on her cheek causing Camille to fall. He didn't know what's happening to him, his hand moved by itself and just slapped her without considering that she's a woman. "You didn't need to say that!" he squatted next and pressed both hands on her neck, choking her angrily, "she's not ugly, you are ugly" he continued and watched Camille as she tried to remove his hand from her throat, "now, get your things and get the f*ck out of here before I get more men and have them rape you for real." With a dark face, Ken got up and walked past her. He caught Evan standing by the door, one hand was on his temples massaging it gently. "What happened?" he asked as he stood beside him. "She said she will come back," Evan replied. Ken shook his head, "whatever. Why didn't you throw that woman out of the villa?" he asked. Evan sighed, "Selena asked me to let her stay here and we can't say no to her." "Should I kill her?" he asked. Evan with brows creasing deeply shook his head. Ken stared at Evan for so long, he still could not understand how can he let Camille stay. He considered himself weird but if he was in Evan's shoes, he will kick Camille out of his house the second she set a foot inside. "I will leave now." When Ken left, Selena's voice sounded from behind. "Uncle Evan, what happened to Daniella? Her body, it was like," her voice broke down unsure how to continue. "It's nothing, forget that you saw it," he said and pulled her to embrace, "call Anders and tell him to come back." Selena nodded and went upstairs still confuse. She didn't see the whole scene only the time where Camille stripped Daniella's clothes and said those words. Meanwhile. Daniella ran into the woods. She was breathing hard as she halted next to the tree and rested a hand on it while the other lay on her chest. She squatted down to the floor, brushed both hands over her face. Camille's voice and the way she looked at her, that was the same look James had on his face when she showed him her real body. Without knowing, tears had run down from her eyes. Soon footsteps sounded. Daniella wiped her tears. "Babe, I am alright, I just need-" she stopped when she turned and found Ken staring at her back. She was still in her ripped clothes which now showed the scars in her back. "Please leave me alone," she said and got up. Instead of leaving, Ken removed his shirt. Daniella gulped hard; it was indeed normal for a man to give his shirt if ever a woman needed one. But Ken didn't give her his shirt, instead, he turned around. When her eyes noticed his back Daniella's lips parted in a surprise. There were also scars in his back but unlike her, they were thin but deep. And by the looked of it, it came from a whip. "My father used to hit me with his golf stick whenever I did something he didn't like," he started and then walked closer to her. He sat down to the ground and leaned his back on the tree she was standing next to. He elevated his head to look at her while his hand patted the space next to him, asking her to sit down. Daniella sat down obediently. She leaned her head on his shoulder and blew a harsh breath. "Was it painful?" she asked. Ken shrugged his shoulders, "I don't remember," he slightly turned to look at her but only could see her hair, "was it painful?" Daniella nodded her head, then she moved her head away from leaning on his shoulder and met his eyes. The way his grey irises glowed, it was so peaceful just like the calmness of the surrounding. He looked like a concerned brother looking at her. The vibe he was giving to her, it made her feel secure. She took her earing off and used the tip to scratch her palm. Ken stared at it patiently, wondering what was she doing. Daniella wiped the blood on her palm and the shallow wound she made slowly healed by itself. Ken's face screwed in confusion, then Daniella took his hand and made the same wound on his palm. It didn't hurt him but it stung a bit. "See the difference between your wound and mine?" Daniella said, comparing the wounds in their hands. "Mine healed faster than yours." He lifted his chin to look at her, amazed and confusion were both on his face. His breathing quickened, "let me get this straight, drugs don't work on you neither alcohol and your body heals faster. I wouldn't be surprised if you tell me that it is because you eat a lot of lobsters," he chuckled in disbelief. "My tissues work faster but it leaves a mark even though the cut is shallow," she explained and wiped the blood on his palm, "and yes, drugs don't work on me so imagine the pain when they cut me open without anesthesia," she lifted a finger and ran it on her cleavage which had the thick scar. Ken tensed upon hearing, he gulped hard and stared at the scar on her breast dumbstruck. "It must have been painful," he murmured. The concern in his voice has made Daniella lift her chin and meet his eyes. "Pain is a word," she sighed, "what I had gone through was indescribable." Their gazes locked, and unlike the icy hostility look Ken had the first time they met, he now has a pair of eyes shining like he's staring at his lover. Daniella swallowed hard and tried to read his mind to her surprise, Ken did not have the feelings she thought he would, instead, his mind was in serene. She smiled, "yes, it is," then looked down at his shirt on his laps. Hoping for him to offer his shirt. "Are you expecting me to give you my shirt?" Daniella shyly nodded, she felt cold but afraid that Ken would shout at her the way he shouted at the other women. "Silly," he said and poke a finger on her nose, I don't want your strange smell on my shirt," he got up, baffled whether to extend a hand to help her or not but in the end he still did it. "Fine," Daniella said, "why are you not using it?" she asked. Ken gave her a half shrug, "you look stupid with rip shirt so I decided to join you to not make you look stupid." Stopping herself from smiling, Daniella rolled her eyes. "Let's go, your fianc is waiting." She followed him back to the Villa and instead of taking the wood, they decided to take the main road. It was not far but few people in their cars sometimes stopped and looked at the two people walking without shirts. When they reached the villa, Ken went to his car. "Remember our deal?" he said out of the blue. The corners of Daniella's eyes crinkled in confusion, wondering why he suddenly mentioned the deal they had about Dexter's freedom. Then so, she answered with a nod. "He's free. I won't ask my men to scare that gay." She gave him a half-smile, "great," extending a hand she continued, "if you need to torture someone, I am your woman." Ken's lips formed a lopsided grin. "If you need to dispose someone just remember that I own a cemetery," he replied accepting her hand. "Very well, I might need one very soon," her eyes shone mischievously, "see you around Ken." Withdrawing his hand, Ken's eyes darted, "what should I call you? You have too many names." "Whatever you want." He waved at her as he slowly closed the door, "alright shorty see you around!" and he drove away with a mirthless laugh. Daniella tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she watched him drove away. She was certain that Ken does not have feelings for her but he kept smiling to her which she found strange. "I hope you're happy!" a yell roared from behind. Daniella turned around and found Camille with two luggage next to her. Anger was visible on her face. Wrapping both arms around herself confidently, Daniella smirked, "a little maybe," she looked into her eyes to read her mind, "can you tell your father to call me?" she tittered and uncrossed her arms, walked a few step closer to Camille and moved her face closer to her ears, "I am interested about buying your shares from the Su Bank."
