บท 4: Kindness Should be a Choice in the Selfish World
In the early morning,
Anya woke up with a splitting headache but her eyes suddenly widened in horror. All she remembers from the evening was kicking the man out, changing the passcode of her house. She thought of having dinner after bath and laid in the bathtub for a hot relaxing bath. She had no recollection of what happened later.
She desperately looked up, it was her bedroom ceiling, then she looked at her body. She was in her pajamas without any undergarments. The blanket was covering her. Her hair… was free from the little pony she had tied.
'This can't be happening. Anya, remember what happened.' She stressed herself to recollect the previous evening.
She tried her best. She wasn't sure if the man was really drugged or not, whether it wore off after she helped him or whatever, she soon sensed he was alright and he was trying to take advantage of her. Incensed at his acting, she beat and threw the naked man out the house to the winter road. Then she threw his clothes out of the balcony when he was yelling at her.
Pissed off, she cleaned her bathtub and lit scented candles to get rid of the alcohol stench. Since she already had candles, she threw some white rose petals in the tub to pamper herself in the relaxing bath. However, she lost consciousness in the water and she is conscious just now.
'The roses!?' She gasped. That little girl was the first trap to her. The roses were sprayed with drugs.
Her eyes further widened in pure fear and horror. Her stomach lurched terribly. If that man put on an act from the beginning, he had a motive behind his actions.
Her hands involuntarily held the duvet closer to her chest assuming the man might have molested her. But she felt no difference in her body.
'Who put on clothes for me?' That wasn't the time to worry about her clothes.
'The information.' She sat up in a jerk as soon as she recalled what expensive item she had.
She tried to convince herself the man had no connection with the criminal Johnsons. 'Matthews has no connections with Johnsons.'
Doubtful, she thought to check over the internet or hack into the network to collect the information. Before she could have a clearer mind about the situation, she gasped aloud when her eyes fell around her bedroom.
Every item was ripped, torn, broken into pieces. Her clothes, her mobile, and the pillows. Even the toy of Zane. They hadn't left her son's picture on the bedside table either. She couldn't believe she didn't wake up to any of those sounds. She felt dizzy looking at sweet home turned into a wreck.
She got off the bed and ran out. Not just her bedroom, the whole house was upside down including the security cameras. She ran out of the house barefooted without caring about the stinging feet. She went to the courtyard where she had hidden the hardisk.
Before she could reach there, she slumped to the ground looking at the whole branch of the tree missing. She had a socket there to hide the things.
She couldn't believe the man who she tried to save five years ago, returned one night to ruin her life.
Her first Crush turned out to be a destructor of her life.
Did she again make a mistake being considerate of him?
Probably her father was wrong to say 'Kindness is never wasted.' People often take advantage of kindness. Cleverness matters, kindness should be a choice.
As if it wasn't enough for the day for Anya to handle, a few black cars halted in front of the entrance of her villa. The series of boots' steps sounded like clouds, clashing and thundering. The men in all black invaded her house.
Anya paled. She knew who they were. She had passed many orders to them on behalf of the new president of the country. He was the second President she was working with.
The secret armed security forces of the country were pointing their firearms at her as they circled her from all four sides.
A few entered her house to do a check. A few seconds later, a person announced, "All clear." It was clearance for the president who wants to get out of his bulletproof car.
A man in his mid-forties stepped out of the black car. His face had lines of worries. Bernard Collins, President of the country, Narnia. The people's most beloved president so far. He had done a great deal of work for the public. From school kids to the betterment of daily wage employees, he had worked hard for each one of them. There was no single day he rested, Anya had seen with her own eyes. His high spirits always made everyone work harder than before.
The faint smile she always used to get was nowhere to be seen. He looked really anxious when she strode towards her.
Suddenly something clicked in Anya's mind. Before she could report anything, how did they get to know the hardisk which had the main information was missing?
Unlike what others were expecting, Anya didn't shed a single tear, feared, or screamed. Her face turned colder than the north pole. Her tongue clicked the microchip to the upper wall of her mouth. She had the information very safe. She made a copy without permission. It was illegal but she did it.
It was a matter of her life and the country. So she was planning to destroy the copy if everything went smoothly. But who would have expected the copy would come to her rescue?
Her gaze turned sharper than a knife recalling the drunk man from the night.
'Alvin Matthews, you deserve no more kindness.'
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Munchkin_2 Wondering where are the chapters of drunk drugged man from the night? Well, Webnovel has some regulations, so no R18 for the first 10 chapters. I see some are sparked with R18... Hehe
I will try to cover it in a different narration perspective. Stay tuned.
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