Chapter 8：CHAPTER 6

Note

Orland POV

Her pleading voice still rang in my ears as she begged for going home.

I wanted to scream in frustration. This did not go as I had planned it. I never planned on caring for her. And I never planed on letting her go.

I punched the hard concrete wall of my room and didn't even flinched when a bone deep pain lashed on my fist. I saw the blood oozing from the wound and I didn't give a damn about it.

"Bloody Hell! Orland! What's gotten into you." Royce Sy my cousin and best friend gushed as he saw the blood pooling on the floor.

"How on earth did you get in?" I demanded.

The scoundrel just smirked at me. "I know how to bribe your guards."

I cursed. "I need a new car. Too malleable, the lot of them." Royce laughed and picked up an apple from the fruit basket on the glass table.

"Is your current black mood related to the Carson chit, somehow?" He inquired.

I scowled at him my mood worsening. "How the hell did you know about Yna?" I asked.

"What happened? Ashbourne." God he sounded just like her. My heart ached as if someone was squeezing it from inside.

"You have gotten yourself in love, old chap. I feel sorry for you. May God be with you." He joked but my mind was hanging on just one word love. Damn!

I was in love with Yna Carson.

In the evening after I had a visit with the doctor for my hand, I sat in my car just listening to soft old music. Someone knocked on the window and I pulled it down to find Charles the head of my guards holding a note in his hands.

"Miss Carson said goodbye." He said in a calm and composed voice.

Yna! The note was from her.

I took it from his hands and nodded at him. The window glass slid up.

I read the reread the note, taking in her beautiful cursive handwriting.

Goodbye...the word that my father said when I looked into his eyes for the last time. The word my mother said before she died.

How I hated that word.

No. I would not let Yna leave me like my other loved ones.

I drove to my apartment and parked my car in the garage. I wanted to stay alone for sometime and think about how to get her back.