Goodbye, My Love

She pulled the curtains tightly closed, plunging the room into an unnatural darkness even at the height of the day.

Nestled in a corner of her bed, she clung tightly to the coat Marco had discarded on her.

In the sparse light, her eyes shimmered with an unsettling intensity, reminiscent of a lurking creature, as she nervously gnawed on her nails and murmured to herself. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

“No, Marco won’t abandon me…”

With each utterance, she seemed to cement her conviction a tad more.

Suddenly, a triumphant smirk etched its way onto her face, as her certainty swelled.

“Yes, Marco’s attentive treatment of Loraine is merely a facade for the sake of their mutual business ventures. He’s just putting on a show for her! Yes, that’s it! That’s the reason behind Marco’s bitter words. He doesn’t genuinely despise me or wish to let me go…”

Gradually, Keely found comfort in her own reassurances, her nods of agreement growing more fervent. The frenzied beating of her heart finally subsided.

She knew Marco inside out. Beneath his frosty, indifferent exterior, he was intensely emotional and compassionate.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Even when her plots against Loraine had landed her in an overseas jail,

Marco had arranged for her to be taken care of. Otherwise, she would never have had the opportunity to become Leopold’s student after her bail release.

She was certain this occasion would be no different. Marco was merely venting his frustrations, and despite his outward resolution, he had always been soft on her. Even this time, hadn’t he ultimately agreed to accompany her in paying respects to Jorge?

A delirious smile painted Keely’s face as she stared at the dark screen of her phone, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger while whispering seductively, “Marco, deep down, you still harbor feelings for me, don’t you? It’s just that Loraine’s influence is momentarily suppressing your affection for me. As long as I manage to rekindle your feelings, you’ll irrefutably be mine…”

Before she could fully immerse herself in her fanciful daydreams of a blissful future, the incessant pounding on the door grew louder, demanding her attention.

“Keely! Open up, you Little hellion!”

Receiving no answer, Jane’s patience wore thin, and she bellowed, “I know you’re in there! What transpired between you and Marco? Did he agree to help you?”

Keely glanced dismissively towards the door, donning a scornful smile, and chose to further indulge in her fantasy rather than attend to the disruption.

In her mind, she painted a vivid picture where Marco consented to marry her. She envisioned having a handsome husband who would be the envy of women worldwide, owning an inexhaustible fortune that could outlast her lifetime, and Jane grovelling at her feet like a faithful Lapdog.

Despite Jane’s persistent pounding on the door, it remained firmly shut, devoid of any response. Her patience dwindling, Jane’s fury escalated as she yelled, “Keely, stop hiding in there like a frightened rabbit! I can toss you out at any moment!”

Despite her threats, the door remained obstinately closed, drawing forth even more rage from Jane. Keely’s string of scandals had tarnished Jane’s reputation among her affluent social circle, and her shame was deepening.

Jane was infuriated by Keely’s lackadaisical attitude, and her Latest affront, outright ignoring her, was the last straw!

Having reached her wits’ end, Jane planted her hands on her hips, huffing indignantly, “Listen here, Keely. This is my house, and I am the master here! You are nothing more than a guest. Who gave you the audacity to lock yourself in and ignore me? Believe me when I say I can boot you out at any moment!”

Her eyes fell on a sturdy stick nearby, which she snatched up with the intent of bashing the door. Just as she readied herself to strike, the door flung open with a resounding snap.