RISE OF THE DRAGON HEIR: from amnesia to ascension

chapter 12

Victoria slapped her hand across her face she sank into her bed.

She had been the one to tell Saint off, yet, the pain and anguish that toppled inside her, threatening to fall over felt like she had been the one rejected by him.

Glad that she had freed him from her family that always caused him nothing but torments and embarrassment, deep down, she couldn't deny the gut wrenching feeling that she wasn't doing the right thing.

"Vic?" She heard Jack's voice pierce through her thoughts.

"What's the matter with you, Vic? That bastard is gone out of our lives finally, why don't you open the door and let's celebrate it 'the way new couples do' instead of sulking." Jack said as he continued to knock on the door. How in the world had he let Victoria lock him out of her room.

"You're the bastard here, Jack Sparrow and don't you even dare try to touch me because if you do. I'm going to smack the hell out of you." Victoria spat out at him in anger amidst the rising and falling of her chest.

Jack's eyes bulged as he held onto the door's handle, trying to make his way inside the room.

He was slightly angry at her outburst but he also understood that Victoria was not in her right frame of mind because Saint had interrupted the wedding, but he was glad that she had gotten rid of him herself, else, he was just going to contining being latched onto her like a leach.

He let out a sly smile but then, the smile quickly disappeared the moment it came. He was still perturbed that Saint had survived. The only thought that lingered in his head at that split second was how Saint was still alive—what kind of miracle had caused him to still be alive after Jack Sparrow had confirmed his death with his own eyes.

He blinked the thought away. At least, he was halfway into his plan and now the Zlate family loved him more.

"Victoria...baby, open up the door for me and Let's talk things out!" Jack shouted at the door, hoping she would listen.

He pretended to be worried about her plight but he just wanted Victoria to open the door to him so he could get in and make her warm up to him.

He tried pressing down on the door's handle and knocking at the same time all the world shouting At Victoria to come open up the door for him.

"Come on, Vic, open up the door for me and let's talk things out, you can't keep up this way for long....I'm your husband!" He said with a smile on his face.

"I do not want to speak to you, Jack, so please leave me alone!" Victoria thundered from the other end of the room.

Jack raised his hands in the air as if in resignation and stepped back from the door. He wasn't going to leave that easy, instead, he was going to give her some time to clean herself up and get her emotions in place before he returned.

"If you need me, I'm just going to be a phone call away!" Jack Sparrow yelled back at her before he walked away to get himself something to drink.

"My throat is parched already and it's all because of that idiot—Saint. If he hadn't come in here, then I wouldn't have to have to shout that much." Jack said to himself, touching his throat as he continued walking to go get himself something to drink.

Back in Victoria's room, she had cried so much that she had no tears left in her eyes. All efforts from her family members to reach her inside her room was futile.

She clutched her chest tightly and began to tear at her wedding dress, not minding the cost. She was fully aware that lady Erica was going to yell her Insides out the moment she sees what Victoria had done to her wedding dress since she had been the one to pick out the most expensive and exquisite wedding gown for a bride like Victoria on her mother's demands.

Another knock came on the door and Victoria was tired of yelling at the door, telling them to all let her be so she could mourn the end of her marriage to Saint properly.

But Instead, she tore what was left of the wedding dress and headed for the door.

"Who is it?!" She asked with a croaked voice, her voice barely above a whisper.

She placed her hands on the lock, waiting for a response.

"Who the hell is it?!" She sniffled through her tears and wiped the corner of her mouth with her forearm, smudging her makeup in the process.

"It's me, Victoria open up!"

Victoria recognised the voice and didn't hesitate to open the door up to her father.

"Father?" She let out with an inquisitive tone.

She looked down at her father's hands, he held a Miniature tray which contained a bottle of one of her father's expensive wines and two glass cups.

"May I come in?" He asked, holding her gaze. His eyes didn't hold any emotions, he wasn't a man of many feelings and this moment was not any different.

Victoria was unsure of how to reply to her father so she moved to the side, giving the cue that he was allowed into the room.

Zlate ran his eyes over her dishevelled look, he made no comment about the wedding dress that she had torn to shreds as he made his way into the room and straight for the table that was just inches away from the bed to set the tray down.

He opened the wine and filled the two glasses. He was about to offer one of the glass cups to Victoria when she took him unawares and reached for the entire bottle, gulping half the content down her throat.