My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Greg’s POV

I was sniffing some drugs, when I heard a loud knock on the door of my room.

“Come on in!”, I muttered.

Instantly, the door bursted open revealing Morgan, one of my boys.

“Boss!”, he saluted with his head bowed to the floor.

“Speak!”, I urged him.

“It is about Madam Gianna”, he reported making me to look up at him for the first time since he entered the room.

“What about her?”, I questioned.

“She has shattered the car windows, she is also crying, what should we do?”, he questioned.

“Let her be! Order for another set of cars and make sure to dispose off the ones she has ruined”, I said with authority.

“Yes boss!”, he bowed respectively before airing out.

‘Gianna, Gianna, Gianna, what am I going to do with you? It is time for you to start school’, I thought getting pissed and frustrated with her.

Placing the drugs back at a safe place, I got up and began heading out, aiming for the garage.

I got outside to meet Gianna still venting her unshed anger on my cars.

‘Does she have any idea how much I bought those cars?’, I thought clinching my fist but instantly mellowed down my anger.

‘I can’t hurt her again’, I brood walking towards her.

“Boss!”, my men who were clustering around Gianna all saluted. I only gave them a slight nod snapping my fingers.

Instantly they all bowed down respectively and headed to their respective position.

“Gianna?”, I called wrapping my arms around her waist as I hugged her from behind.

“I’m sorry Greg… I… I… I… don’t…”, she stuttered.

“Shhh! Baby, it’s alright”, I remarked lifting her from the ground as I headed into the mansion with her in a bridal style.

“Put me down Greg. People are watching”, she objected shyly with her cheeks turning red like a tomato. I chuckled softly and took her to the room.

…Time Skip…

I was feeling bad seeing her limping as we got down from the car.

“Still sore love?”, she looked back at me with puppy eyes.

“I don’t like heels”, she remarked.

I laughed as she pouted looking at the most expensive pair of heels that I specially bought for her.

“Is that so? Hmmmm”, I looked at her teasingly.

“Woah! Greg… Greg”, she yelped as I lifted her up in my arms burying her face shyly on my chest.

Actually, we are about shopping for some new dresses for Gianna since she will be starting school tomorrow, yeah, I had already concluded and I already told her that.

“Must you get me more dresses? I have more than enough dress you got me already”, she pouted.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes!”, I replied.

Clems’ POV

Opening the door, I met my mum curled up in heaps on the marble floor beside the sofa, with so many empty bottle of rums scattered around her.

It soured my heart to always see my mom this way.

“Mom! You are drunk again?”, I questioned helping her up from the floor.

“My son!”, she mumbled happily on seeing me.

“Mum, why did you not listen to me?”, I refaced sounding a little bit sad.

“It is your sister, will she ever forgive me wherever she is?”, she blurted out, bursting into tears.

“It wasn’t with your will she was taken away from you, stop worrying mom, I will find her and bring her home to you, to us”, I comforted her.

It has been eighteen years we lost my kid sis, and ever since then, mum had been leaving in selfguilt because she thinks she had been too carefree with her.

“Promise me Clemson, that even if I die you will keep searching for Emiliana”, she said between sobs.

“You are not gonna die mom, don’t say such”, I uttererd.

Gianna’s POV

I am so happy right now, Greg said I will be starting school tomorrow, and he has gotten me so many nice expensive gifts.

He acted like a real cool guy today, I also acted like an innocent girl today, at least I had enjoyed this cool side of him.

I thought he was gonna punish me as usual for ruining his car, but instead he surprised me by getting me so many nice things, including a little puppy, and even an expensive phone, but guess what? I am more excited with the puppy.

Right now I’m sitting in the garden with the puppy on my laps.

“You are gonna be called Gory… Gory haha. That is the continuation of Greg’s name”, I said to the puppy who was staring cutely at me.

“My Lady, the master needs us to get you ready”, the maid reported.

“Ok, Aliya”, I uttered kissing Gory before standing up from the garden bench.

Greg had told me earlier, that we are going for a business party.