Chapter Eighty – Tessa’s plans.
The marriage contract between Tessa’s family, the Ramirez and my grandfather, the Martinez was predestined and planned by their fathers.
The children had no say in the preparations. That was why when it was declared to them, there we’re mixed reactions.
However, being the money conscious woman she was, Tessa Ramirez accepted in other to have a stable financial life.
It wasn’t the case with my grandfather who had already engaged his American girlfriend.
He revoked all plans and even paid Tessa’s older brothers to stand against the idea.
But Mr. Ramirez was shut as interested in seeping into the Martinez’s family and status as his daughter.
Tessa was keen on the marriage. She hated the American and couldn’t take that she was rejected by her kinsman because of a foreigner.
Her next missing was bringing division to scatter their engagement but all seemed futile.
She became frustrated that she couldn’t destroy the American woman that she decided to destroy the heart of my grandfather's mother into making her hate the American.
She went ahead and poisoned the heart of the other Martinez siblings, my father’s older brother and younger sister.
I had reasons to believe that they were the current head if Martinez and his old sister I met when I went to sign the contract.
I guess my sin was more grievous than taking the contract as I am yet to be asked to provide the contract.
Tessa’s plan backfired when at the end of the day, she was openly rejected and my grandfather also rejected his household if they didn’t stand by his love.
“It must have hurt for you to be rejected right?” I asked.
She scrutinized my face to be sure whether I was asking out of pity and curiosity or I wanted to mock her.
“It kinda hurt though. I was always loved by all. None had ever rejected me” she answered with a shrug.
“But I had my revenge. I killed her. My death was my work” she made a humorless laughter.
She went on with her story and explained how she had planned with assassin’s to disconnect the brakes to make it look completely natural.
Her plan worked slower than she planned as the American had been careful. It was painful as she wanted to claim the man but then he died earlier.
The woman had then married another man, making her feel confused and infuriated cos she planned to take the young daughter of the American and adopt her. That way making the girl’s wealth, according to the contract, hers.
The thought of my mother being raised by this smelly woman disgusted me. And to think I would have been a descendant.
Tessa termed my grandmother a flirt and cheat as her husband hadn’t died for up to five years before she remarried.
Making me wonder why women always had to wait for years or never before remarrying. While man can marry the next month.
“So I lost the chance to claim the daughter but I claimed my rival's life. Though she had another daughter before she died. My assassins were so useless. You all are useless” I clenched my fists at her words.
I was so angry that she just confessed to the killing of my grandmother with an unregretful disdainful tone.
She didn’t even have respect for the dead. She would surely have killed my grandfather if he had married her!
I was also scared cos she revealing all of her secrets may mean she didn’t have plans of letting me leave here alive.
Fear mixed with anger began mixing in me again. But this time I wasn’t going to be sorry for any of my actions at all.
I forced myself to stand and ran to her, pushing her to the dust. I began hitting her angrily with her head until I was pulled up by the huge man.
He tossed my harshly on the ground. I felt something break in me. A very important bone cos I bent to one side when I sat up.
I was forced to move and cracked it back to place as a familiar itchy water came running down my skin and I felt like I was going to paralysis.
I felt like the skin would peel off due to the yam water's biting and my constant scrubbing it beneath the rough sand.
“I hate you” I screamed.
She let out a guffaw, “I know and believe me, the feeling is mutual”. She was massaging her head from the attack I gave her.
She poured the remaining water on me. And I let out a howl cursing her with all the foul languages my mother had banned me from saying.
“Grandma, what are you doing?” I heard Carlos voice just before I began shouting and jerking with louder intensity.
My wails drowned Tessa's laughter. Why was I always meeting the worst kind of people?
“Grandma, stop doing this” Carlos said with a calm tone and I heard him walking to me. If he was really going to help me then he should run.
“Kiera, are you hurting?” he avoided touching me. I was closing my eyes to avoid an inflow of the itchy substance into it.
“The hell I am. Are you even asking?”.
“Take my grandma home, Tim” Carlos was referring to the huge man. I cursed Tim in my head for bringing in the object of my torture.
“Don’t touch me!” Tessa commanded.
Carlos sighed and he was now talking with his grandmother. Didn’t he just ask how I was?
I was still in excruciating pain and he was having a dialogue with the crazy lady?
I pushed him away from me hardly. He wasn’t expecting my attack and, I guess, hit his back hard on the floor.
With my legs again, I kept on kicking him till Tessa dragged my legs away.
“Oh my gosh” she groaned when her hands began to itch from the contact.
I tilted my head towards her and landed on her soft looking skin making her jump up. I didn’t have a smooth fine skin so I had nothing to lose.
Carlos was no longer responsive and since my eyes were closed, I couldn’t see what he was doing.
Someone poured water on me and it seemed to have detergent. My body froze as the soothing liquid calmed down the itchiness.
I still quavered. Ordinary water came down on me and three more times and the itchiness reduced.
“We need to move her, now” a cold voice spoke.
It reminded me of the harsh voice of the sunglass man and it sent shivers down my spine.