The Billionaire's Sex Slave novel Chapter 44

“NOOO!” I tried to extend my hand, even though I knew they couldn't accept it. Before I soared away, my two eyes could see how the explosion detonated behind them.

The other exposed ones blasted as well; some were caught in the explosion even though they were already outed in the hole, the worst thing that happened was to those who remained inside. People wanted to go out but were thwarted by the explosion. Aunt Lennie and Uncle Dominador were among them.

Stanley, please accept my apologies. I was unable to save your parents.

My forehead and arm were swollen from the hot items thrown up by the explosion, and there was virtually nothing left in the church. Everything was reduced to ashes. I got down on my knees and prepared to dash over there, but hands held me back. Because there's a possibility something might explode again, they stop me soonest. How did it all come to end? It feels like only yesterday that we were making plans for everything.

I'd slope if I could only open my chest, relieve the ache, and go to slumber. It is horrible to witness this event. It wasn't created by humans! My filthy wedding gown is proof that not everything we want will be suitable for us. As disgusting as the scene is, so is the conscience of the person who created it.

I could hear the police car and ambulance coming up behind me. Several more vehicles came. Would they have saved the people who are precious to me if they had arrived earlier? I beat my chest as I knelt, my tears like waves. I'm punching it in the hopes that the agony would go gone. That is, I may forget what I saw as I experience more of its torment.

Have you ever stood at the edge of a cliff and simply waited for the wind to strike you because you are ready to let go of everything. You are ready to leave people behind after the end. However, those individuals are the first to leap ahead of you?

Someone came to a halt in front of me. That's undoubtedly what happened when my parents died. The only difference today is that the sun's beams are high as if it wants to dry my tears, so they don't flow again; heretofore, it was pouring incessantly, joining me in my misery. And the man I had initially seen was standing in front of me again.

I was overjoyed at that time since someone was glad to help me. I am grateful that, despite my parent's death, there is still someone who has opened his heart to accept me. I didn't raise my head; instead, I stared coldly at the black shoes.

“Caroline …” Even though his voice was as sweet as teddy bears to snuggle every night, even if it tickled my stomach like a feather, I didn't move because I want to blame him for what occurred.

The butterflies and bugs in my stomach were saddened to learn that Andrius was the cause of my disappointment, that the man they thought would make me happy was the reason it was dark around them now. There are battling storms where they play, and I feel sorry for them too. I want them to surround my body and we both share the grief.

“Why are you here?” I couldn't recognize my own voice, and I was scared by its icy coldness and sharpness. When you hear it, it's like a word that rubs your skin and leaves a crack.

“I heard on the news what happened,” he said, his voice soothing. It seemed as though he were standing right next to me just to comfort me. But I can't believe that he speaks in such a tone of voice. Didn't he realize he was the cause of the flood?

The guys who had recently stopped me had now left.

I stood up so that my rage against him would not get stronger. My feet felt like they were made of melting ice cream. Anyone would believe my knees don't have bones since I feel like I'm about to fall with just a little movement. But I made an effort to avoid Andrius. I want to get so far away from him, that he'll never be able to locate me again. I wouldn't have regretted it as much if we hadn't returned here.

Then there was the firefighter. I didn't rush to get stranded because I was very distant from the area where there was still fire. I was drowning in the torrent of darkness in the depths of my mind, and I had lost sight of the rock in front of me. I didn't rescue my body from falling because I'd rather endure the real pain in the wound than the unseen pain. I'm at a loss on how to treat the deep wound that my eyes can't see. I'm not certain whether there are any worms or bacteria in there that are progressively degrading that section since it aches worse than time passes.

But I was shortly overtaken by a powerful arm. It curled around my stomach, preventing me from falling, but I pulled him away without hesitation. He is acid. Every time his skin comes into contact with mine, it aches. He was more dangerous than ordinary poison.

I completely crashed on the ground. My face sunk into the rock and stone landed on my forehead. It aches immediately, but this is what I want. It's better to suffer bodily agony than to shatter my skull with mental damage.

“, Please. I am begging you. Get the hell away from me!” My body was still lying on the ground, and I looked around at the people who were already giving statements to the police, but no one noticed me because I was so far away from them and because I flew earlier.

“Caroline,” he said, and he simply wanted to help me.