Chapter 2
Ruthless Promises.
Elena’s POV
“Carter! You have a visitor.”
Two surprises in less than a week. I looked up at the prison guard, the newspaper held on to leaving my hands and falling onto the cold concrete Boot
A visitor?
How was that even possible? No one had visited me since i arrived here ten years ago. That awful visit from Charlotte and Adrian didn’t count.
I stood up, wondering who it could be.
The guard’s voice echoed again. “You heard me. Let’s go.”
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we walked, I abandoned all attempts at guessing there was no point in hoping it was going to be someone useful. The news about the pardon would take a while but even that wasn’t certain.
I stepped into the visiting room. There was a man standing there, his back turned to me as he barked instructions into his phone
Who was he?
I gave the guard a confused look but he just shrugged, uncaring. I sat down, my chair scraping back loudly. My visitor turned and sat down.
He was handsome but there was something about him that made my stomach churn with unease. His face was blank but his eyes were black marbles that glittered with malice. His dark hair was laid on his back, not even a single strand out of place,
A suit hugged his perfect physique body, it was the kind of suit that could not be bought by just anyone…you have it made for you, it was crafted like a piece of art.
His gaze swept up and down my form, his eyes calculating and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
As if sensing my weakness, his eyes bored into mine, unrelenting even for a second.
“You don’t know who I am, do you?”
1 shook my head, trying to figure out if I had ever met this man at any point in time. “No. Who are you!”
His lips formed into a faint smile, but there was nothing funny or nice about it. “Damien Vance
That surname hit me like a slap. Vance. My stomach twisted and my pulse quickened. The familiarity of the name immediately clicked itself like a puzzle that figured out itself on its own.
“Vance?” I said, my voice trembling, “As in… Lucas Vance?”
His smile vanished, and his eyes turned hard and burned into something sinister…something devious and short of emotion
“Lucas was my brother.”
I felt my blood turn to ice as the revelation was made to me.
He stepped closer to me, his elbows resting on the table, his hands folded as if he was praying. But nothing was holy about that evil look in his eyes.
“You killed him.”
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The accusation hit me like a punch to the gut. I swallowed my breath, trying to act composed and steady my breathing, it wo didn’t kill him, I shot back.
His taugh was sharp, bitter “That’s what everyone who has been convicted of a crime calls, isn’t it fut here you are. It’s been what? Ten den yn Lin years behind bars for murder.”
“I was framed.” The words rushed out from my mouth more forcefully than I expected, my shice thankfully Frm, “Inever killed your brother. My sister and. my boyfriend they set me up.”
The expression on his face changed. He locked his eyes onto mine, studying me like I was some puzzle he could not sober.
“Convenient,” he said, stepping back to sit on his chair. “Blame the sister and the boyfriend. A pitiful story, really”
“It’s the truth.” My lists hitting the table. They wanted me out of the way. They took everything from me. My life, my freedom.my father’s company”
But Damien did not look convinced for even a second. “Do you have proof?”
I took my time, my heart sinking as
gas I ran out of words to speak. “No,” I whispered in a low voice. “But I can get it.”
He let out a laugh full of
of mockery. “From prison?”
sard to ignore. “You don’t believe me,” I said
I despised the way his words hurt me, how they were staring right back at me as the hopelessness I tried so hard to ign quietly.
“Why should 17” he shot back. His voice sounded cold and sharper now, “the day my brother died, you were found at the scene. You were blood. You were holding the knife. Evidence my dear does not ever lie.”
“But people do,” Isnapped back at him. “My sister Charlotte and boyfriend Adrian lied. They gave falsified testimony against me, Mr. Damien. I don’t know how they did it but they managed to twist the truth to make me look guilty.”
His face grew a little bit less colder than it was before his icy mask cracked open again in a split second.
“Please,” I said, my voice shaking. “I know the only thing you want is justice for Lucas. So do I. But you are just looking in the wrong direction.”
He looked at me for a very long time that it felt like an eternity, the silence heavier between the both of us.
Finally, he spoke. “If you’re innocent,” he said, taking his time to choose his next words, “then prove it.”
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for whatever would be the dutcome of this conversation. “I can’t do that in here. The President is pardoning some prisoners in a few weeks and I might be one of them.”
“You want answers?” I continued. “You want to find out who was the one that truly murdered your brother? All you have to do is get me out of here. Your family are influential, help me get out of here and I’ll find your brother’s murderers.”
I was true, the Vance family were one of the most powerful families in the entire country. It wouldn’t be far fetched to assume that they had ties to relevant people in political power–even the president
His silence was deafening. A number of emotions played out on his face as he weighed in all the options.
“And what do you get in return?” he asked, his voice carrying a dangerous appeal but strikingly soft.
“Justice,” I said simply “For Lucas. For me. For everything that was taken from you and I.
Damien turned back to face the wall, “I never trust anyone in my life and here you are asking me to trust you?”
“I’m asking you to give me a chance.”
He arched a brow. He was still glaring at me but I found myself holding his stare, I didn’t want to seem intimidated.
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“Fine,” he said finally. “It’s a deal. But this will be done my way, there will be conditions.”
Conditions? What price would I have to pay for this? Hadn’t already sacrificed enough?
Beggars couldn’t be choosers. 1 forced myself to nod. “Deal.”
the empty room. Without anothery
another word, he walked away, his footsteps the only thing that could be heard in
I sat there, looking at him as he walked away, my
y mind spinning, What price would I have to pay for my freedom?
As the door slammed closed behind him, I knew that one thing was certain whatever I was going to face next won’t be easy.
me waste it.
But for the first time after many years, I finally have the opportunity to exact my revenge, and nothing in the world would make me waste it .
