Chapter 28
I could not help but find Racquelle's unreasonable rage laughable. If there were one thing that could bring her joy, it would be torturing me. Bacquelle enjoyed humiliating me, making sure I had no chance to fight back. She loved it even more when I was forced to play the obedient lapdog she wanted me to be. Her insults toward me were endless, and even when she was not saying a word, her cold, dismissive glare stung just the same. Over the years, the humiliation she had inflicted on me had left its mark and burned deep into my memory.
As a result, every second spent with her made me feel nothing but disgust. While I was used to her ridicule and bullying, her delusions definitely took the cake. The fact that she believed I stayed with the Smiths out of some affection for her was beyond belief.
I could not understand how someone could be so narcissistic. Nonetheless, I kept a calm expression and shook my head. “Racquelle, the agreement with your father was for me to protect you and provide blood if needed. I don’t recall him ever mentioning I was here to serve you.”
Racquelle let out a cold, mocking laugh. “Oh, really? So, you think I haven’t given you enough money?”
Then, she yanked out a stack of bills from her purse and flung it at my head. The bills scattered through the room like confetti, yet she was not done. She kept pulling out wads of cash and throwing them at me, again and again.
“Is this enough for you, Joshua?” she sneered, still hurling money at me. “If it’s not, I can keep going. I’ll make sure you’re buried in it, and let’s see if you’ll dare talk back to me after this!” Racquelle threw the bills directly at my face, each hit stinging more than the last. I gritted my teeth, standing firm as she stomped all over my dignity, believing she could easily degrade me with money. If Racquelle had a talent, it would be this.
“Joshua, aren’t you the one who loves money so much? Why aren’t you picking up all this cash I’ve thrown at you?” Bacquelle struck my face with another wad of bills, laughing mockingly.
“Stop pretending, Joshua. I bet you’re dying to grab a bag and pick up every single bill from the floor. I pay you to serve me, so you should be crawling at my feet like a good dog! Plenty of people would love to serve me—you should be grateful I’m giving you the chance!”
“Let’s get one thing straight, Joshua. I know exactly what kind of person you are. Don’t think that just because you managed to earn my dad’s trust with your shady tricks, you can start running things here. If you’re having delusions about that, I suggest you snap out of it. Understood?”
The stream of insults did not stop. I had not expected Racquelle to flaunt her conquests, all the poor guys who had fallen under her spell. Sure, she had won over plenty of them, each one more willing than the last to do whatever she wanted.
Too bad I was not one of them. After all, a hopeless, tainted woman like her was too repulsive for me.
I took a few steps back and said quietly, “You’re deadly drunk. You should get some rest. Goodnight!” I turned and left the room, but could still hear her angry curses following me through the closed door.