GHOST TRILLIONAIRE OF VANDERBILT

Chapter five: Promise of revenge

Caius's statement hung in the air.

Arabella stopped. Her heart drummed in her ear.

Then, slowly, she turned to him, her hair still scattered over her face.

"W— what did you just say?" Her voice cracked through the silence.

Caius took one step forward to close the long distance that suddenly felt too small.

"I said," his voice came confidently. "Be my girlfriend." He repeated.

Silence stretched. 

And again it felt as though Arabella had Heard him wrongly.

She was called dirty Arabella, male students in the school stay away from her because she was the poorest student on the campus— scholarship got her in, her fellow genders dispise her, said she was out of their league. But in the actual sense— they were only bittered because she was brilliant, but in a school like Kingswell, brain is like filth when you have an empty pocket.

"Why..why did you say that?" She toned. "If you want to bully— just do it. Spill me milk, let me eat crumb, slap me in the face.."

"I am not here to do any of that," Caius's voice was firmer.

Silence.

"I don't know how to love."

The confession hit  the air than a physical punch.

"I am not asking you to," Caius was gradually closing the gap. His voice was firm yet it wasn't desperate in a way that made Arabella slightly relaxed.

Another heavy silence. Caius could hear her breathing in the Hall.

"Will you take me away from here. Somewhere safer if I say YES?" 

"Are you making this transactional? 

"I just want to be safe. I don't want to be bullied anymore." 

"You'll be safe. You don't need to walk away." He was getting closer to her. "You need to show them the woman you're about to become."

"Promise." 

"I do."

Regardless whether she mentioned it, Caius had swore he's going to make everyone who laid on her pay.

Anabella's knee buckled. Her weight crumbled to meet the floor but Caius was Swift to catch her.

"Anabella. Wake up! Wake up!" He tapped her cheek but she was slowly loosing consciousness.

Caius grabbed his phone with the other hand and barked order in it.

"Young Mast—"

"Get a car to Kingswell! Now!!" 

The phone snapped.

The black Aston Martins pulled over with urgency at the gate. Caius sprinted across the Quad with Arabella in her arms, her hair flopped down, swinging mid-air. Some students stared, whispers passing among them.

Butler Alfred opened the back door without asking questions and Caius laid her inside and jumped in beside her.

"Drive! Fast!! To the hospital."

The car weaved through the afternoon road madness without regard for regulation because his queen was slipping deep into consciousness.

In three minutes, the Car arrived at Grandview medical hospital. 

Caius was already out with Arabella, placed carefully in his arms in the same position, moving with speed that made people move away from the hospital corridor. Butler Alfred matched his pace behind.

"Get me Dr. Chad. Now! Prepare the Premium unit!"