Chapter 14: Chapter 14 Draven an angel.....
On the other hand, outside the villa, three females stepped down from a sleek Lamborghini, their heels clicking sharply against the pavement as they marched toward the front yard, faces twisted with fury.
Stopping at the entrance, where a massive swimming pool shimmered beneath the sun, they faced the staff. The head butler, Fin, stepped forward with a polite bow, but before he could utter a word, one of them slammed her designer purse against his chest.
"Where is that asshole Draven? He was supposed to take me out on a date, but he left me stranded!" the blonde one screamed, her voice carrying authority.
With her posh steps, refined air, and commanding strut, it was obvious—she was the Queen Bee.
"Mistress, he is inside," Butler Fin replied carefully. "But he strictly ordered not to be disturbed during his rest."
The blonde scoffed, tossing her hair back.
"Butler Fin, have you lost your senses, or have you forgotten who I am? I am his fiancée! We’re supposed to be married immediately after graduation. Now, get the hell out of my way!" she barked, her voice sharp enough to send the staff scurrying back.
They all knew her well—Beatrice Bradford, daughter of the richest shareholder in the city. Not only was she born into wealth, but she was also their young master’s betrothed. Offending her was the same as signing their own dismissal papers.
But the problem was... their young master was with a man inside. And that secret could not be revealed.
"Out of my way now!" Beatrice scowled.
But the old butler and the other staff still refused to let her through.
Her two cohorts, Cassandra and Lia, were stunned. Never had the staff dared to block Beatrice before. The fact that they did now could only mean one thing—the young master was hiding something.
"You do realize who you’re stopping from entering, right?" Cassandra asked coldly, preparing to show a hint of their power.
But before she could continue, Beatrice swung her palm across Cassandra’s face with a sharp crack, stunning her into silence.
"Know your place, Cassy. Never interfere with me," Beatrice snapped, flaunting her flawless figure, her manicured nails gleaming under the light.
She was the very definition of wealth and perfection. Dressed in a tight crimson gown that hugged her curves, she flaunted her endowments with every step—assets she believed less fortunate humans could never compete with.
Lia, the quiet one, only gave Cassandra a sympathetic glance. They both fell back into silence, obediently trailing behind Beatrice like lambs led to slaughter.
"Are you still acting stupid, or should I enter?" Beatrice threatened, her voice rising.
But Butler Fin still stood his ground.
The gateman, hearing the commotion, hurried over. But before he could intervene, Beatrice shoved Butler Fin so hard that the poor old man collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Cassandra rolled her eyes with indifference, but Lia gasped, horrified at Beatrice’s cruelty. Still, neither of them dared to act.
Unbothered, Beatrice swayed her hips arrogantly, striding toward the villa’s higher ground. Her heels clicked sharply against the marble as she climbed the curved staircase, entering the inner suite—Draven’s private chambers. She knew her way well; after all, she was a constant visitor long before their parents sealed their engagement.
Inside the room, Daniel was trembling, twisting restlessly on the bed, tears staining his face.
Draven, awakened by the jerky movements, turned and saw Daniel gripped in a nightmare.
"No... Mum, please, let her go! Please, Dad... Dad!!" Daniel screamed.
Just as Draven reached to hold him, Daniel’s body convulsed violently.
"Daniel! Dan, wake up! Daniel!" Draven shook him desperately.
But he didn’t stir.
"I’m sorry... it wasn’t my intention... he said he liked me and I liked him back..." Daniel muttered, his voice broken. Then suddenly he shouted, "Don’t! Please don’t—Nooo!!"
His deafening scream made Draven panic.
"Daniel, come back to me! Dan, please, listen to me! I know you’ve been through a lot, but wake up!" Draven begged.
With a sudden jolt, Daniel gasped, his chest heaving as his eyes flew open. Then, he burst into tears.
Draven pulled him into his arms, hugging him tightly as Daniel sobbed freely, his body trembling as though pieces of his heart had shattered all over again. He thought his parents were cruel before, but the dream had revealed something darker—his mother’s role in his pain. They weren’t human. They were monsters.
"It’s okay... calm down, I’m here. I’m here, Daniel. Whatever you saw, it can’t hurt you again," Draven whispered soothingly, massaging Daniel’s back to comfort him.
But in that fragile moment, the door yanked open.
Beatrice stood there, mouth agape, frozen at the sight of two naked men embracing each other on the bed.
Draven’s expression darkened instantly.
"What are you doing here? How dare you barge into my chambers!" Draven roared.
Daniel quickly pulled away, wiping his tears, but Beatrice’s wide eyes locked on him—the beautiful stranger in Draven’s arms.
"You’re cheating on me—with a man?!" Beatrice shrieked, launching herself at Daniel.
But she froze midair when Draven’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly.
"And who are you," Draven’s icy eyes bore into her, "to dictate who I choose to bed?"
Cassandra and Lia lingered outside, watching in shock.
Daniel scoffed bitterly, wiping his face. He already regretted letting Draven see him in such a vulnerable state. His heat was gone; whatever spell had pulled him in was broken. He was ready to leave.
"Draven, leave that mad beast and fetch me something proper to wear," Daniel said coldly, ignoring Beatrice’s ranting.
Beatrice trembled with rage at the sheer disrespect.
"You worthless whore! Get out of here! You don’t belong in this house, and definitely not in his clothes!" she screeched, storming toward Draven’s wardrobe.
"Excuse you, madam—move aside. I don’t do teenage drama. If you have an issue with your boyfriend, deal with it outside," Daniel retorted, his tone sharp and dismissive.
He wasn’t even surprised. Of course, Draven was either straight, bisexual, or just a playboy. And now, the thought of him whoring around with women made Daniel’s stomach churn.
God help him if Draven carried any diseases. They hadn’t even used protection.
"Are you insane?! You just fucked my fiancé and now you’re claiming rights? Classic whore!" Beatrice spat.
Draven’s patience snapped. This ridiculous woman had ruined everything. Someone had clearly disobeyed his orders and let her in—he would find out who.
But Daniel had had enough. He lunged at Beatrice, yanking her hair and slamming her against the wardrobe with full force.
Still naked, he didn’t care. This woman needed to be taught a lesson.
"You don’t call me a whore," Daniel hissed. "And you—carry your stinking pussy elsewhere. I already said I don’t do teen drama, so save it for someone as pathetic as you."
Stunned, Beatrice cowered as Daniel calmly reached for the wardrobe, throwing on an oversized tank top and baggy joggers. Lacing his sneakers, he prepared to leave.
"I guess we’re done here. Take care of yourself—and sorry for ever disrupting your relationship."
He strode toward the door, but Draven blocked his path, still gloriously naked.
"If someone is leaving," Draven declared coldly, "it’s not you. It’s her."
Daniel froze, shocked by the words.
Without hesitation, Draven turned, grabbed Beatrice by the arm, and dragged her violently from the room.
"Let me go! My mom will hear about this—I’ll tell my mom!" she screamed, kicking wildly.
But Draven ignored her. To him, she was nothing more than trash. Carrying her over his shoulder like a sack, he stormed downstairs, threw the doors open, and dumped her outside onto a pile of garbage bags.
Her shrieks echoed across the villa grounds.
Daniel, already halfway down the stairs, caught sight of Cassandra holding Beatrice’s bag.
"Versace, isn’t it?" he asked.
"Yes," Cassandra muttered, confused.
"It’s fake. Only three exist in the world, and that’s not one of them," Daniel said with a smug smile before walking back inside like a king.
The two girls gasped in shock. Beatrice—parading a counterfeit all this time? How pathetic.
"Don’t you ever step foot here again," Draven warned sharply, dismissing them as he stormed toward the staff.
His expression fell when he spotted Butler Fin lying on the couch, a wet towel pressed to his forehead. Rage boiled in Draven’s chest.
"What happened?" he asked one of the maids quietly.
"It was the young mistress... she attacked Butler Fin," she answered quickly.
Draven’s jaw clenched. He walked to the old man and gently clasped his hands.
"I’m sorry, Fin. This won’t happen again. She will never set foot in this villa again," Draven swore.
Daniel, watching from the staircase, felt a strange warmth bloom in his chest. The way Draven treated his staff... it was so different from Adrian.
For a moment, Daniel wondered—could someone like Draven truly be an angel?
Someone like him doesn’t deserve me, he thought, his eyes lingering on the man below.