Written By : Pamela James
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It was entirely different from the city life surrounding the condominium she had lived in with Damien.
Her new “shelter” was temporarily being placed in a small suburb on the outskirts of another city. At least four hours away from her original city.
“He won’t be able to find you here,” Ryan huffed while taking out a box from the back of the trunk.
Daniella slowly got out from the car and glanced around to find a small little terrace house covered in red brick.
“It’s cute,” she murmured.
“Isn’t it?” Ryan replied from behind.
“It’s one of my dad’s properties that he bought. I’ll be lending it to you until we get your case sorted.”
Daniella turned to him to help carry the pile of boxes in his hand.
“How much is the rent?” she asked, grabbing the cut-out handles from the box.
Ryan murmured a quiet ‘thanks’ before walking over to the door.
“It’s free since this is an emergency,” he said nonchalantly.
Daniella furrowed her eyebrows in distress whilst following him to the door.
“There’s no way this is free. I have to pay you something,” she retorted.
“I can’t have you helping me for nothing.” Ryan laughed aloud before opening the door wide open and gesturing her to go inside first.
“Do you think I’m some sort of gold digger?” he teased.
“I know I came from a wealthy background but money isn’t at the top of my priorities, Daniella. I already have plenty of that anyways,” he boasted mockingly.
Daniella made a teasing smile and rolled her eyes at him.
“You know you’re only going to make me feel guilty,” she replied, stepping inside the terrace home.
“Guilty?” he questioned.
“For making someone as busy as you put in all this effort for someone like me with nothing in return,” she explained.
As Ryan put the boxes down, he slowly stretched himself back up and dusted his dress pants that now had dust prints on them.
“Well, I’m not doing this for nothing. I did have some intentions,” he instigated.
She rose an eyebrow at this questionably.
“And what’s that?” she asked now intrigued.
She watched as Ryan slowly smirked as he opened the boxes. When he did, he slowly pulled out a number of newspaper clippings and data sheets that were centred around Keenan.
“Crushing Damien Mason.”
At that, Daniella saw a dark look flash over Ryan’s eyes before he resumed to pile a stock of manila folders, booklets and general books containing everything to do with either damien’s company or Damien himself.
She stared in awe as the then-empty room was now covered in information about him. And quite frankly, it was quite intimidating.
“What do you mean by ‘crush’?” she asked confused.
Ryan started scattering all the clipping in a specific order and laid down pages onto the floor beside him.
“Just as I said. I want to take that a$shole down,” he replied with a fiery passion.
She stood there in silence not knowing what she was to do.
“You certainly seem to be passionate about this,” she chuckled nervously.
“Is this all about Damien?”
Although she asked that, she already knew the answer. She just want to give Ryan even the slightest benefit of the doubt even if the answer was answered as soon as he opened that box.
“Yes, that’s correct. This is my collection that I’ve been storing ever since I’ve been on his tail,” he replies deeply distracted by the notes he was reading.
“I see,” she mumbled awkwardly while glancing around the room.
“So why do you hate him so much?”
As if she asked something ridiculous, he looked over at her and frowned.
“He’s a liar and a thief. He purposely ruined my father’s law firm when one of his clients was tricked by his company. But instead of telling the truth, all he did was pay a little bit more money than what the client had in order to shut that judge up. And believe me, that wasn’t the only time. He’s been doing it for years,” he rambled bitterly.
Daniella widened her eyes but couldn’t help but not be surprised. This was exactly what happened to her except he stopped any customers from coming to their store.
“I can’t believe someone like him exists,” she muttered angrily whilst clenching her fist.
“It’s crazy isn’t it? It’s because of people like him that I’m doing this, Daniella. Not just because my father was a lawyer, but for my family’s reputation that he ruined,” he gritted his teeth.
Daniella carefully walked over to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you can get him someday,” she reassured.
Ryan looked up at her and gave a thankful smile, putting his hand on hers and gave it a small squeeze.