Marrying my high school bully

Author’s POV

Her triumphant smile widened the moment she got to her father’s mansion. She couldn’t wait to share the news of her success with him as it was the first time she had done something so perfectly, apart from the time she poisoned Lorraine.

She barged in and ran to her father, hugging him in excitement. He patted her back and she slid off his body and relaxed on the upholster.

“I take it that your mission was successful, right?” He grinned widely while she nodded in agreement.

“You trained a smart ass. Did you expect less from me?”

“No, I don’t, Emilia. We need to celebrate this.” He said and headed to the wine cellar, and brought out a bottle of red wine with two glasses.

Now that she had successfully killed him, she would proceed to Melissa who had become a thorn in her flesh. Never again would she allow anyone to get close to Dexter.

She had framed Lorraine because she wanted to be with him, she murdered Liam because she didn’t want her secrets getting out in the open. And now, she was already plotting Melissa’s death.

Her father wouldn’t be allowed to step in, neither would he even be notified about it. She had to take care of the issue by herself.

Her father had poured the wine into both glasses. He picked his and she did the same as they cheered for their success. “Congratulations, honey.”

“Thank you, father. You are the best teacher.” She folded her thighs and fiddled with her nails when her father dropped the glass on the table and sat beside her.

“Did you make use of gloves? You can’t have the forensics capturing your fingerprint, you know.” He asked her and her face turned pallid.

The wine glass slipped off her grip and shattered on the ground, the wine spilling on the center rug as the shards flew in different directions. Her fingers trembled and her breathing came out in quick pants as she realized her mistake.

Leonardo’s eyes darkened as he processed her silent response. He banged his fist on the table, flinging the glass across the room in anger.

“How dumb can you be, Emilia? How could you have forgotten to use gloves? Do you want to get caught?” He thundered, his nose flared as he propped his arms against his waist, pacing restlessly.

“I-I completely forgot,” The words managed to leave her mouth as she battled with the emotions that clogged her throat. “I was so eager to get the deed done because time was no longer on my side. Everything was set on my vanity table, including the gloves and my mask.”

She raked through her hair as she wondered how she didn’t forget to take her mask, but completely ignored the gloves on the table. She could still remember how she placed them side by side.

“I’m so sorry, father. I’ll try to clean up-”

Her words were interrupted Leonardo raised his hand against her. His palm was close to her cheek, but it remained in the air as she flinched. “At least you didn’t forget to wear your mask. I just hope that no one recognizes you.” He snatched his hand away and she fell on her knees.

“I brought back the syringe and I’m very sure that Liam is dead and ready to be buried by now…”

“Where’s the syringe?” He interrupted her again as he was barely able to cage his anger.

She gasped as she remembered taking off the jacket last night, and was unable to produce the syringe. Since she was tired and eager to rest, she waved it off and decided that she would search the next day.

Then she recalled the scenario where she grazed the female police officer.

“Could it be?” She muttered under her breath as a dam of tears broke and cascaded down her tears.

Leonardo’s eyes widened, then he chuckled darkly, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.

“Emilia,” His scary growl resonated loudly in the living room. “I need you to leave right now before I do something that I’ll regret. And I don’t want to set my eyes on you until you can clean up the mess you created out of your stupidity. Do you hear me?” He barked and she nodded, scurrying away from him.

In all the years she knew him as her father, he had never been that harsh with her. If her fingerprints were found on the bars which was very possible, she’d be done for.

As she got out of his house, her phone rang into the night and she hurriedly picked it up without checking who the caller could be.

“Why the hell are you calling me? My life is already frustrating as it is!” She yelled.

“You had better stop yelling at me, Emilia, I’m not the reason for your frustration.” Dexter snapped at her and she clamped her lips shut.

The anger that simmered within her vanished as she didn’t expect Dexter to be the caller. She couldn’t even remember the last time he initiated a phone call. It was always her and it excited her to know that he had her in mind.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and nibbled on her lower lip. “I’m so sorry for lashing out at you. I didn’t even know that you were the one calling.”

“I want us to meet immediately-” He informed her and she giggled.

“At your house or mine?” She flirted with anticipation.

“None of those places are suitable for the meeting we are about to have. I’ll text you a location once I hang up and ensure that you don’t waste my time, for the benefit of both of us.” He said sternly and ended the conversation.

She darted her eyes around in confusion, wondering why he was so harsh with her. Her phone beeped and she quickly went through the message, hissing in disappointment.

She couldn’t believe that he wanted them to meet in an open-roof restaurant.

Not wanting to grate on his nerves further, she got into her car and headed there. She parked her car by the around and came out, her eyes searching for Dexter who sat at the far end of the restaurant.

She strolled towards him while gushing over him silently. “Good evening.” She greeted him when she got to his table and he took his attention off his device.

“Sit.” He ordered flatly.

His tone annoyed her and she didn’t even know when she began to vent her frustration at him. “I’m not a child that you should order around, Dexter. You are the one who asked me to come here and I did because I respect you, so don’t insult me in this manner.”

He scoffed with a scowl and gave her an angry once-over. “What’s the secret you ‘ve been hiding from me?”

Her relaxed pose became tense as she shrank backward, darting her gaze from me. Her breathing became uneven though she tried to act unaffected.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dexter.”

Dexter let out a doubtful chuckle, his frown returning. “Don’t give me that cliche line, Emilia, because you very well know what I’m talking about.”

“Stop accusing me, it’s offensive.” She debated.

He placed his hands on the table and leaned closer to her. “Liam sent me a surprising text yesterday and even though I didn’t want to see him, I still went ahead and visited him to know what the text was all about.”

“Oh, how is he doing?” Her voice dripped with nervousness that even a toddler could detect.

He gauged her expression, locking his gaze on hers while she blinked surreptitiously, unable to stare back. “He’s dead.” He announced coldly and her lips parted.

“He’s dead? How did that even happen?” Her tone became melancholic as her eyes immediately glistened with tears. “He shouldn’t have died.”

“Or he should have died because he knows your filthy secrets.” Dexter snickered, riling up her emotions on purpose.

She pushed her seat backward and sprang to her feet. “I won’t sit here and have you insult me!” She fumed.

“Well, you will, because we’re not done with this conversation.” He countered and folded his hands with an unsmiling expression.