Chapter 8 - Part

"it's good news for you, Herera that my older Grandson was coming back here for a business trip. Although he's quite busy, he agreed to come here at the mansion to meet you," 

Victorio said. Although his voice was weak due to his old age, Violet and Zayn can clearly hear the excitement as well as the happiness from the old man's voice. 

She sat on the couch with a plain smile on her lips. Opposite to the man who was still

standing, leaning on the wall as he crossed his arms above his chest with a distant aura.

Victorio noticed the silence of the girl.

The time when he realized that Herera wasn't happy at all on the great news he stated. 

"Herera, My love, Chase said that he's ready to do anything with you if he had to," Victorio added, in wish to see her lips to form a bigger smile.

Herera was silent. Still. She knows what

Victorio was pertaining to and what his plan is with Chase and her. 

Some part of her tried to be happy, not because of the idea of marrying Chase Adrianne Clutterbuck, the best man of Clutterbuck's Family, but because of the idea that Zayn may got more angry to her and decided to signed the paper. 

Since there's no connection, there's no regret.

In that case, Violet Herera thought that her mission will become easier for her to do. 

But another side of her, the darkest, the deepest thoughts inside her was refusing. 

Not on the thing that she will marry the first son of Clutterbuck, and not also the idea of divorcing Zayn. 

Neither one of the choices was bad. 

She already knows it.

She already knew that this time would come and she had to face it. 

At the time she was married to Zayn, She knows that Victorio Amora was the one who will decide for their relationship—As for his friend's wish. 

That if Zayn is an asshole, She will be married to Chase then. 

And Chase is always there, waiting. 

In the middle of her thoughts, Violet didn't notice that the two men were already quarrelling. 

Not on the time she heard the Man Zayn shouted in anger. 

"Let us be, Old man! We're not children anymore to follow you in everything you wanted us to do! Let us decide on our own!" 

The old man stood up with his cane, mouth opened and with furrowed brows. "How dare you talk to me like that, Asshole?! Now I realize that It's good that your brother will come here tomorrow to talk with Herera!" Rebate Victorio. 

Zayn stepped towards the old man with a balled fist, and when he was already two steps away from him, Violet came forward and stepped into their center. 

Zayn's eyes quickly looked at her and when he saw her shook her head, he quickly hid his hand inside his pocket. 

Violet faced the old man while covering Zayn.

 

"Papa, don't just state things like that," she said, but Victorio still looked at Zayn who was behind her. 

"Know what you do, you stubborn child!" He roared. 

The maids on the side were hiding from the royal blue curtains as they eavesdropped with fear. 

Knowing that Zayn isn't an easy-going person when it comes to his anger and Victorio Amora that will do everything just to make his plan come true. 

While turning her back to him, Zayn felt her hands reaching for his arm while facing Victorio. 

That's when he realized that Violet is now holding his hand and he let her do it.

His heart pounded strongly while his mouth was out of words to say.

Her warm hands eased his emotion. Just like an iron that flattened a curve on a shirt in just a second. 

It tightened the moment that the old man pointed his finger at him and uttered. 

"We're not done yet, Azriel! And I will make sure that you'll be left with nothing!" The old man said and turned his gaze to her. 

"I'm sorry, Herera, I think I shocked you about it, I begged your pardon," 

Herera plainly smiled at the old man, shaking her head as an answer, her lips opened to speak a word. 

"Papa, it's better for us to rest tonight first before diving to many things later, please, let us for a moment," she softly said. 

Victorio notice the sincerity on her eyes as she looked at him.

Same eyes when August was looking at him with a pitt on his look when he found him bleeding bad. 

Seeing the remains of his great friend, Victorio sighed and calmed down. "Okay, Okay, I'm sorry My Love, I'm going to my room now, if ever you need my help, don't hesitate to call me," he said and turned his back to the two. 

The maid immediately made her way to help Victorio with his steps. 

Seeing it, Violet Herera blew out a deep sighed. 

Out of her sight, Violet turned to face Zayn who's now already looking at her intensely. 

The cold wild entered the huge opened glass window of the mansion that made her hair to sway and covered half of her face. 

"Let's go on the balcony of our room, Zayn" she said and pulled the man. 

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Locked door, sitting on the edge of the bed, Violet were just staring at the young man who's standing on the balcony with a tequila on his hand. 

No one dares to speak from the moment they entered the master's bed room. 

Zayn didn't even say anything and Violet let him be. 

She looked upon the upper part of the wall of the room, there she saw their huge wedding picture in a frame together with the preserved leaves and petals of the tulips and rose from her wedding bouquet.

Her breathings became hard while reminiscing the day. Three years ago and it was still clear to her memories. 

That day when she was married and her grandfather died at the hospital. 

And after three days of death is her Parent's 19th death anniversary that shattered her soul from within. 

She thought of it. "Is that the reason why August said that she will be left with a loving two man in her life when he's unable anymore?"

"Did he mean that it was Victorio and Zayn?" 

Yes, she married the man because he was his greatest crush and expected that Zayn will love her like she does.

But things got harder than she thought.

After two years, Zayn was revealed in a relationship with someone. 

News that made her depressed... And things got worsen when she found out one thing again. 

"Violet," the man called her. Enough for Herera to look on his way.