Demon CEO's Hidden Love: Mr Grayson Stole Me From My Abusive Husband-Chapter 127: Clipping Her Wings

The maids attempted to follow Brooke and Cressida into her bedroom, but she slammed the door in their faces and locked it from the inside.

"Those women are so relentless, it gives me a headache just dealing with them." She sighed, recalling how they forced her into the bathroom and forced her into the clothes she had on.

"Thank you for helping me back then." Cressida confessed, hugging her sides. "I haven’t seen you around here before, I’m guessing you’re the wife."

Brooke frowned, "Ah, yes." She was certain this woman was downstairs earlier for breakfast, and wondered why she just claimed to not have seen her.

’To be fair, she seems completely different from this morning.’ Brooke thought, ’And what was with that syringe earlier?’ she pinched her chin and pressed her brows tightly together.

"How’s my favorite nephew doing? I haven’t seen him around yet." She asked, sitting on the bed, her legs crossed.

Once again shocking Brooke with how easy it was for her to switch gears.

"He’s at the hospital."

"Hospital?!" Cressida uncrossed her legs, "What the hell happened?"

She shook her head, "I’m not too sure about the details. I was passed out when it happened-"

"If he’s there, then what are you doing here? You have to go to him!" She announced all of a sudden.

"I tried, but your father wouldn’t let me-"

Cressida cut her off. "Leave Zachiel to me. I’ll make sure you get to that hospital." She assured Brooke, leaving room for plenty of doubt.

’If I’m being honest, I only helped her because she seemed helpless, so how is she going to help me out of this place?’ she wondered, as she watched Cressida saunter over to the door.

"Get dressed, I’ll have a car ready in no time." Cressida said, then marched out of the bedroom.

"Wait!" Brooke called out, but Cressida was long gone, acting on impulse, rendering Brooke in more confusion.

What could this woman possibly do to help her?

Barely ten minutes after Cressida’s abrupt leave, did she return but with a bottle of alcohol and two glasses of wine.

"Hi." She greeted, "I’m Cressida.." She said stepping into the room.

Brooke furled her lips as she watched Cressida sit at the same spot on the bed, and cross her legs in the same manner.

"I haven’t seen you around here, so I’m guessing you’re the wife everyone’s been talking about. It’s a pleasure to meet you." She announced, setting both glasses on the bed.

Under her breath, Brooke muttered, "What do you mean? We just-"

"Huh? Did you say something darling? You need to speak up so I can hear you clearly. Or maybe it’s my hearing acting up again, I really can’t tell these days." She laughed, but Brooke could see that her voice lacked any humor.

"Anyway, welcome to the family. Sorry I couldn’t greet you the night you came, I was busy-" Cressida paused all of a sudden.

"I was busy..." she tried again, but she couldn’t seem to remember what came next. Her memories of that night came in flashes and when she tried to latch onto one it disappeared before her eyes.

Brooke noticed her hands shaking before the bottle of alcohol dropped from them and smashed against the floor! freewёbnoνel.com

Cressida jumped out of bed, her hands on both sides of her head, pulling on her locks tightly, her dampened eyes went round with frustration.

"I can’t remember! Why?! Why can’t I remember anything?!" She took deep gasps in-between her pants.

"Please, calm down-"

"Aaah!" She screeched, drowning out Brooke’s voice.

Frightened, she raised her gaze from the floor to Brooke, who looked as pale as a ghost.

"W-Who are you?" She asked, unable to recognize her for the second time.

"I’m Brooke." She said gently, trying to wheel away to the door, "Your nephew’s wife-" at the mention of Thane, she stiffened.

"Where’s my Zelda?" her voice broke, "Where did they hide her?"

Zelda? Who the hell was she? And why did Cressida look so miserable while talking about her?

Brooke wanted to go closer and help steer her away from the glass,, but she was interrupted by the sudden entrance of Maverick. Judging by the stunned look on his face, Brooke could tell he didn’t come here for Cressida.

"I don’t know what happened to her, but please help her." Brooke pleaded.

Maverick nodded, "Leave the room, and have two maids come in after you."

"Alright." Brooke said, feeling safe enough to leave her in Maverick’s hands.

"Oh, and Brooke, once I’ve taken care of my aunt, you and I have something to discuss. In private." He said, making Brooke nervous over what he could possibly mean.

Meanwhile, Luther had just regained consciousness from having fainted after receiving the news.

’How did someone get their hands on those contracts?’ he thought, forcing himself into a sit up. He looked around the room, only to realize he was in a stranger’s place.

’Would the employees do this?’ he thought, running his hands frustratedly through his hair. ’No, they’re too afraid to do so. But if not them, then who else would have access to all those copies?!’

"Tch. How long was I out?" He hissed, while trying to get up.

"I wouldn’t advise getting up now, you’re still far too weak for that." A voice sounded from the door he hadn’t noticed. Creaking open, Luther raised a brow at the man in glasses and a grey suit.

"Who are you?" Luther asked, his eyes searching for a weapon of choice.

"I’m the one who brought you here from the hospital you were admitted to." He replied.

Hospital?

Luther gasped.

Was his Cassie really stupid enough to have him hospitalized? And just after that scandal had just been leaked?

Was she trying to get him arrested?

The stranger went on, "You were on the verge of getting arrested, had I not pulled some strings and gotten you out of there, things might’ve been dire for you."

Luther eyed him cautiously. "And to whom do I owe this favor to?" He asked, certain that this man was not doing him any favors. He definitely had ulterior motives.

"That is for me to know and for you to question." He responded.

"I’m sorry, but that’s not good enough for me. For all I know, this could be a setup. I’d much rather take my chances with the cops, than owe someone like you a favor." He said, reaching for his phone on the drawer next to the bed.

The man whose upper face was hidden by the shadows of the dimly lit room, let out a chuckle.

"You might’ve gotten off the hook for one report, but with contracts this many, I fear not even the Grayson heir will be willing to lift a finger to help you." He pointed out.

The Grayson heir?

How did this man know about him?

"Judging by your expression, I’d say I’m right on the money, aren’t I? There was no way someone as incompetent as Ethan Halton could get you out of prison that fast." He went on to say.

Luther felt lightheaded, he hadn’t recovered and already started thinking hard.

"Tell me, what is it that you’re after? You show up out of nowhere to help me, and it’s clear you’ve done your research on me. I can tell from that fancy suit you’re sporting, it isn’t the money you’re after. So, what is it?" He demanded, getting agitated over the stranger’s intentions.

The stranger listened in for a while, before responding calmly, "I can see that you don’t trust me completely, so I’ll throw a bone at you, as a token of my sincerity."

Luther tensed up. He hated the way the man spoke, something about it made him feel less about himself.

"The Grayson heir that your daughter mindlessly fawns over isn’t your ally. If anything he’s your number one enemy." He revealed.

Luther wasn’t so surprised, he had a feeling that the Grayson heir had ulterior motives, but he just wasn’t sure what they were.

"And tell Cassie, that the man she’s decided to trust has just recently gotten married." He announced.

"Married?"

"Yes, it seems he got married outside the country, or so I’ve heard. Rumours say his wife is quite the beauty, she must be the young miss of some conservative family. Something your D-class brat of an actress could never compete against." He went on, not pulling any stops on his words.

Luther balled his fists, "That bastard was playing my little girl all along! Tell me, who is the bitch he married? What is he planning to do?"

"Brooke."

Luther tensed. "What-"

"That’s your stepdaughter’s name, right?" He went on, "I hear that she’ll be in a film, alongside Sadie, the one who filed a lawsuit against you."

Luther nodded, "Yes, all that is true. But want about the bride? Who did the heir marry? And what is his plan?"

The stranger chuckled, "As for his bride, no one seems to know. However, I’d advise you to keep an eye on your stepdaughter. She’s allied with Sadie, and whether you realize it or not, she’s going to be a thorn in your side." He warned.

But Luther laughed it off. "Brooke? That crippled? Don’t make me laugh. She’s the last person I’m afraid of. Even if she tries anything with me, I’ll just clip her wings." He smiled wickedly.

To himself he thought, ’The way I broke her leg all those years ago.’ he revealed, his thoughts flashing to what happened on the day of the audition years ago...