The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 113: Beg

Chapter 113: Beg

Jackson rolled his eyes while Fil forcibly pushed him to the bedroom. When they got in, he lazily turned and faced her.

"Sweetheart, in which part of the word, ’no,’ did you not understand?" he asked, crossing his arm underneath his chest. "I’m not getting under the bed. I might be adventurous, but I’m not going through this humiliation."

Fil laughed awkwardly. "I know that," she breathed. "But can you please stay here? Or maybe in the bathroom?"

"Keep him out of my sacred haven." He lifted his brows briefly. "Or are you planning to let him in?"

"It’s not like that." Fil glanced back at the bedroom’s open door behind her. The doorbell was still ringing, and now Vincent was calling her loudly. "I know him. With this tone, I’m sure he’d force his way in."

"Force?"

"He is kinda like that sometimes."

"Had he ever hurt you, sweetheart?"

"What?" she furrowed her brows. "No."

"Not yet," he corrected, waving dismissively as he dragged his feet to the bed. "I’m not going to hide in the bathroom or under the bed. However, I’d stay silent in here. Unless you take him in the bedroom, then I hope you’re ready for a long explanation."

Jackson threw himself on the bed, propping his knuckles against his temple. He laid on his side, offering her a kind and innocent smile.

"It’s my place," she grumbled but didn’t argue for long.

Fil walked out of the room, looking back at Jackson. He waved at her coquettishly, making her shake her head mildly. She closed the door, even locking it from the inside just in case. Once she was done, she glanced at the table.

"Fil! Let’s talk!"

She glanced at the main door but ignored Vincent outside. Instead, she picked up some of the manly stuff lying around her apartment. The last she kept under the sofa was Jackson’s shoes.

Kneeling in front of the sofa, Fil straightened and back and paused.

’What am I doing?’she wondered, looking around again. ’How strange.’

Fil felt like this had been more and more natural for her. Despite the panic in her heart, her mind was clear enough to think of hiding any hints that could reveal her secret. But what she found odd was that she learned this from Vincent.

Not in a way he taught her directly, but his mistakes. It was the little details she noticed in the past, which she ignored. Vincent wasn’t the best at hiding stuff. He was a good liar, though. Having that thought in mind, Fil bent over again and took some small stuff Jackson owned like his handkerchief and keys. The shoes remained under the couch and other things like his phone.

Fil tossed the handkerchief on the table and the keys on the couch before walking toward the door.

"Fil!" Vincent knocked even more aggressively now. "Fil, let’s talk!"

"Young man, can you tone down your voice?"

Vincent hissed at the neighbor next door as she asked him to lower his voice. The old lady couldn’t help but jolt at the vicious look she earned from the man causing a commotion.

"Shut up and —" He couldn’t finish his sentence as the door in front of him flew open. He turned and his eyes widened, immediately catching sight of the cut on her lips.

"Fil!" he called worriedly, almost jumping to her. He cupped her face, looking at her lips in guilt.

Fil brushed his hand away. "What do you want, Vincent?"

"Fil, I —" He halted, lifting his gaze on her. "Did Valerie..."

"No."

"Huh?"

"Valerie didn’t do this to me," she answered apathetically. "I did it to myself."

For a moment, the two of them stared at each other. Her eyes carried an unforgiving and cold look, while he assessed them.

"I figured Valerie would say that." Fil crossed her arms underneath her chest. "You always believe her, so let’s go with it. Happy now?"

"Fil." Vincent reached for her arm, holding her gently. "It’s not like that."

"It’s not?" she arched a brow. "Are you hesitant to believe me? Or were you thinking Valerie wasn’t capable of doing something so vicious? That maybe there is a different version aside from Valerie harassing me, telling me I’m giving you a hard time, and that she would rather die than have me as her sister-in-law?"

Vincent paused as his hard expression softened. "Can we talk calmly?"

"My entire cheek earlier was swollen, and I had an important client meeting with the Solana Project," she stressed each word. "Your sister not only harassed me, and hurt me, but she almost cost me my career. How are you going to apologize for that, Vincent?"

"I can’t!" he threw his hands in frustration. "I don’t know what to do, Fil. What happened made me angry! But I can’t turn it back; I can’t reverse the time and undo what she did."

Vincent walked a step closer to her, holding her lower shoulders gently. "I know even if I apologize a hundred times, it won’t be enough. But can you please talk to me calmly? I didn’t want this. God! If only I could turn back time, I would’ve protected you."

"But you didn’t," Fil whispered. "You never did."

"What?"

"Your sister always treats me like this, Vincent. The only difference is that she raised a hand to me this time. You know that she never liked me, and yet, you never did anything in the past to prevent what happened today from happening." Fil shook her head as a layer of tears coated her eyes. "How am I going to marry into a family who would never welcome me, ever?"

"Fil —"

"Breaking up with you hurts, Vincent. But today, I realized it might have hurt, but letting you go was the right thing to do." Fil took a step back and held the door. "Please stop coming here and stop sending me gifts. I treasure the years we spent together and I’m grateful for all the memories, but we’re done. Let’s move on with our lives separately, Vincent."

Fil sighed and forced a smile. "Goodbye," she whispered before closing the door.

Vincent felt his heart sink to his stomach, staring at her vacantly. ’Did she really want to end it?’ he wondered, frozen in the spot as his mind went blank for a moment.

"No," he whispered, shaking his head mildly. "No."

This time, Vincent slammed his hand on the door before it fully closed. He pushed it back open, forcing himself in.

"Vincent, what are you —" The rest of her words rolled back into her throat when he suddenly pulled her into his embrace.

"Please, Fil..." his voice shook, clasping her clothes tightly. "Don’t leave me. I’ll be good, just... don’t leave me."

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