Free Web NovelChapter 133: Lyvana attacked
The chairman frowned. Eleanor knew better than to interrupt him during a high-stakes meeting, let alone call him twenty times in a row.
A cold knot formed in his stomach.
Something was very wrong.
He pressed the red icon to call her back. Eleanor picked up on the first ring.
"This better be..."
"You need to come home, right now. Zara just showed up at the house."
The Chairman felt the blood drain from his face.
....
Back at the hospital, Catalina waited in the hallway, her eyes fixed on Lyvana’s door. She stayed hidden until she saw the family leave for the cafeteria. As soon as the hallway was clear, she moved toward the door.
Inside, Lyvana was sitting up, staring quietly out the window. She hated the fog in her mind, but her older memories, the ones from her past life, were still sharp. She knew she needed Emily to help her fill in the blanks of the last few months.
One thing was absolutely clear though, she was not going to marry Mark. She had already decided to tell her grandmother that the wedding was off. She hoped the old woman would understand and still let her have the trust fund. If she had that money, she could invest everything into Aurora and finally build the life she wanted. frёewebηovel.cѳm
The sudden click of the door interrupted her thoughts.
Lyvana turned, expecting a nurse or a family member. Instead, her eyes widened in surprise. A woman she didn’t recognize was standing there,
"Who are you?" she asked.
Catalina didn’t answer immediately. She just walked to the foot of the bed, her eyes scanning Lyvana’s face. A small, cold smile pulled at the corners of her mouth.
"Now you are pretending you don’t know me, you whore." she said coldly.
Lyvana frowned, her hand clutching the hospital sheet. "Should I know you? Are you sure you have the right room?"
"The right room? Oh, I’m exactly where I need to be," Catalina hissed. "The last time we met, I told you to stay away from my husband."
"What?" Lyvana felt a sharp pain in her head as she tried to think. "Your husband? I don’t... I don’t even know who your husband is. Please, just leave. I think you have the wrong room."
Catalina frowned. Why was she pretending she didn’t know her.
"Stop playing games," Catalina snapped. "You know exactly who I am. You destroyed my marriage."
Lyvana shook her head slowly, the movement making her dizzy. "I really don’t... I had an accident, and my memory is a bit unclear. But I would never destroy anyone’s marriage."
"Oh, how convenient!" Catalina said with a harsh laugh. "A little bump on the head and suddenly you lost your memories?"
"Look am tired. Can you leave."
"Oh, you’ll be much more than tired by the time I’m done with you,"
Before Lyvana could even blink, Catalina lunged forward, slapping her hard across her face.
Lyvana’s head snapped to the side. Her skin burned, and tears immediately sprung to her eyes from the shock.
"Why... why did you do that?" she gasped, her voice trembling.
"Because you deserve much worse," Catalina didn’t stop there. She reached out and buried her fingers deep into Lyvana’s hair, grabbing a thick handful near the scalp.
She pulled back hard, forcing Lyvana’s head up so they were eye-to-eye.
"Ow! Stop! You’re hurting me!" she cried out, clutching at Catalina’s wrist, trying to loosen the grip.
"I want it to hurt," Catalina whispered, her face twisted in rage. "I want you to feel a fraction of the pain you caused me."
She let go of Lyvana’s hair, only to swing her hand back and land another hard slap across her face. The sound of the impact echoed in the small room.
Suddenly, the door swung open and Marco stepped in, his eyes widening as he took in the scene. Before Catalina could strike a third time, he lunged forward and grabbed her arm, spinning her around and twisting her hand roughly behind her back.
"Ow! Let go of me! You imbecile!" Catalina shrieked, struggling against his grip.
Marco ignored her cries. He looked over at the bed, where Lyvana was trembling, one hand pressed against her bright red cheek. She was pushing herself as far back against the headboard as she could go.
"Are you alright, Miss Lyvana?" Marco asked.
Lyvana couldn’t find her voice. She just nodded quickly, her eyes wide with fear and confusion.
"We’re leaving. Now," Marco said forcing her toward the door, keeping her arm locked behind her.
Lyvana watched them go, feeling very confused.
As soon as they reached the hallway, Catalina ripped her arm free.
"Get your filthy hands off me!" she hissed, smoothing her dress.
"Mr. Blackwood is not going to like this. You know that," Marco said.
"Who cares what he thinks."
Catalina’s anger seemed to melt away, replaced by a sly, calculating look. She stepped closer and ran her hand over his muscled arm.
"Why don’t you come work for me, Marco?" she purred.
"I am perfectly happy where I am, madam," he replied coldly.
"Nonsense. How much is he paying you?"
"Ten thousand dollars an hour while I am on duty. And extra money."
Catalina froze, her eyes widening in shock. "Wow... why does Julian pay you so much?"
"That should tell you how much the boss values the girl," Marco said, his voice dropping. "You just made a huge mistake, madam."
Catalina shrugged, seemingly unfazed by the warning. She moved her hand, tracing it slowly over his back and then down toward his stomach.
"I want you to work for me," she whispered, leaning in close. "I will give you ten million dollars, and you can have me as the cherry on top."
Marco shook his head and let out a short, dry laugh. He stepped back, letting her hand fall away.
"You couldn’t buy me with a billion. Now please leave before I personally escort you out of the building. And trust me, it won’t be as gentle as the first time."
Catalina’s face soured. She shot him one last look of pure hatred, turned on her heels, and marched toward the elevators.
Marco watched her until the doors closed. He took a deep breath, adjusted his jacket, and took out his phone to call Julian.
