My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Gianna’s POV

Greg and I walked hand in hand to the party hall. I was putting on a golden glam gown that hugged me pretty tight, bringing out most of my cleavages, a sliver heels accepted to carry my weight, my hair was loosened down falling freely on me.

I felt the dress was too revealing but Greg insisted I wear it for him.

We walked further into the hall and I was awed by the beauty and elegance of the hall.

“TORONTO PARTY HALL”, was boldly written at the ceiling that glittered with divers light.

The hall was filled up with wealthy people and so many high class people. I instantly felt nervous clutching tightly to Greg’s palm.

I swallowed hard, the more I glanced around the more disappointed I became.

C’mon guys, it isn’t that I wasn’t dressed in an expensive clothes, but I felt like I don’t belong to Greg’s world. Everything around him look fucking expensive and of higher grades.

“Nervous baby?”, Greg retorted, already noticing.

“No”, I lied.

“Don’t lie to me ever again”, he mumbled folding my palms.

How did he know I was lying to him?

“When you lie, you become scared”, he muttered smirking.

“How did you know that?”, I asked because that was exactly me right from when I was with Aunt Christa.

Thinking about Aunt Christa, I wondered how she was doing, and faring. Muni had told me everything that happened to her.

“You are my pet, I’m now familiar with everything about you”, he answered.

“Good evening Mr Greg! Welcome to Toronto, we are happy to host you as our VIP”, a cute blonde haired lady who was dressed nicely uttered respectively to Greg.

“Thanks”, Greg muttered.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Can I have your invitation card please?”, She requested as Greg instantly dipped his left hand into his pocket bringing out a sliver card.

“Thanks Mr, follow me to your seat please”, she uttered as she smiled sweetly at me.

I and Greg strode behind her as she led us to a seat and we sat down.

“Bro”, Nelson came to us immediately we were seated.

“You should be at home with your lover”, Greg mumbled.

“Shut the fuck up”, he yelled at Greg stretching out his hand to me for a handshake, and Greg quickly flung his hand away.

“Don’t inflict your ‘brostitute’ character on her, stay clear from her”, he muttered and I couldn’t help smiling.

Nelson instantly kept his hands to himself, glaring hard at Greg who blushed crazily.

“They are so funny!”, I thought and instantly Lionel and Jones came into the hall.

Thank goodness they didn’t come directly to us.

Instantly, everywhere went awfully silent as all attention turned towards the entrance.

An elegant looking lady walked in, dressed in a sliky white off shoulder long sleeve gown, adorned with so many goldstones all over it.

Her earrings and necklace glittered like the sea of stars. Her hairs was long and neatly packed up in a bun, she was a definition of artificial beauty.

“Wait a minute! Her face looks so familiar”, I thought trying to pinpoint exactly where I had stumbled across her.

“Oh my goodness!”.

She is the famous Beverly Kingstown, the famous model celebrity with millions of fans. Her face graced most of the billboards and the magazines here in South Korea.

I met her once in school some weeks ago but she was instantly crowded with a lot of fans and students who hurriedly went to take pics with her.

I was lost staring at her that I never realized she was standing right in front of Greg and I.

“Hi Love! I’m happy I finally met you here tonight”, she uttered to Greg grinning happily.

“What the fuck do you want Beverly?”, Greg asked with a solemn facial.

“Quit the pretence Gregory, don’t act like we don’t have anything”, she barked and I felt my heart pounding already.

“They have something?”, I thought already feeling hurt.

“What the hell are you saying?”, Greg roared angrily hitting his hand on the table, I could see so many people looking towards our table.

Instantly, Greg got up and began dragging her away, she turned and glared disdainfully at me before exiting the hall with Greg.

I knew it! Greg can never love me, he deserves an elegant, pretty and powerful matured and famous lady like Beverly, not I, his nerdy pet bought with cash.

“He is right, am just his pet and a fuck mate! If not so, what can’t he say in my presence? Why dragging Beverly away?”, I muttered to myself.

‘Maybe Beverly was right, they have something, Greg is only playing games with me and toiling with my tender heart’, I thought feeling bitter as tears began rolling over my cheeks already.

“Don’t cry pretty, you gonna ruin your makeup”, I heard a voice and instantly raised up my face to meet with that of Clemson’s.

I couldn’t tell what happened, but seeing Clemson, I bursted into more tears.

Although the party was now ongoing with everyone dancing to the rhythm of the music playing from the tannoy, while others chatted and drank.

“Shh! It is okay to cry”, Clemson uttered softly sitting beside me.

“What have I done wrong Clems?”.

“You did nothing wrong Gina, I believe everything will smoothen shortly, come rain come sunshine huh! So cheer up”, he muttered wiping my tears with the tip of his thumb.

I managed to smile even though I was feeling bitter, I just love Clemson’s personality, he is a cool guy.

“I got you something Gianna”, he mumbled handing me a little fancy portable bag.

“Thanks so much”, I muttered accepting the bag from him.

“Don’t mention. Promise you won’t cry anymore”, he uttered with a smile on his lips.

“Huh?”, I retorted.

We chatted about so many things, with him always cracking my ribs with his funny talks.

I genuinely felt happy and the sense of belonging always surged through me each time I was with him.

Few hours later, Clemson left to go attend to somethings, and left me sitting alone. Greg still was surprisingly not yet back, so I decided to go out to check up on him.

I know I wasn’t supposed to but I had to, it was getting late and I was starting to doze off. I wondered if he was still out with Beverly.

“Are you bored and want to take a walk?”, I heard Clemson’s voice who strode towards me.

“Yes, please”, I replied looking all over for Greg’s friends but none of them was in sight.

“This is unusual”, I thought walking out anxiously.

“Are you sure you want to see what is going on outside? I will advise you stay back”, Clemson uttered but I hastened my footsteps running out.

I went out but no one was there except the flashy cars parked and the security guards patrolling about.

“Gianna! You are gonna get hurt, come back here”, Clemson screeched after me.

I ignored him and ran towards the garden and there, I saw the most heartbreaking sight.