Marriage Of Convenience: Her Heart, His Obsession

Bang!

The sound of the gun cut through the air as Alana pulled the trigger, the bullet barely passing by Roy's head and hitting the door behind him.

"You crazy bitch," Roy spat, making an attempt to move closer to her.

"Foolish idea, don't you think," Alana muttered, pointing the gun directly at his face. "One more step and you will find the next bullet in your face."

Roy stilled, gulping nervously when he saw the seriousness in her eyes.

And he was right to fear. After years of abuse, Alana was ready to leave this hell and she would not hesitate to put anyone down who got in her way.

With the fresh cut on her lower lip from being slapped by the man that same morning, and the plaster on both wrists from her sister's twisted attempt at entertaining herself, Alana's resolve was clear. She had been living with monsters and it was time to end her suffering.

"Baby, Alana dear, please put the gun down," Stephanie, Alana's mother, pleaded.

"I am not your baby. I never was and I never will be. Now tell your husband to move if you do not want to become a widow again," she said coldly, not even bothering to glance at her mother.

Stephanie gasped at the cold words.

"Alana, what has gotten into you?" Lilith, Alana's stepsister, asked from behind her mother. She was using the woman as a shield in case any bullet came her way.

"Move, Roy. I will not repeat myself," Alana warned for the last time, completely ignoring the words of her mother and stepsister.

The two women were of no importance to her.

With a clenched jaw, Roy finally stepped away from the door, clearing her path. Alana grabbed her roller bag, dragging it behind her as she walked toward the door, the gun still pointed at her stepfather Roy until she stepped out.

"You will regret this," Roy yelled from the door.

Alana halted for a moment before bursting into a chuckle. She faced him, still laughing.

"Me, regret leaving?" she said, her laugh fading. "The only thing I will regret today is not putting a bullet in your head and frankly," she paused and kissed her gun, "I am still considering the idea, so keep talking, Roy. Just keep talking."

Roy fell silent.

This entire scene was a complete shock to him. He never believed a day would come when Alana would stand up to him and even put fear in him.

"I thought as much," Alana scoffed as she turned, striding toward the gates.

At last, she had severed half of her ties to this family. Her flight to New York was already booked, her new life waiting for her.

...

Taking a deep breath, Alana reached out and rang the bell. Within seconds, she spotted the butler, a middle-aged man, making his way toward the gate.

The man stopped in his tracks, confusion and surprise mixing on his face when he