????HIS BALLERINA????
THEME: {What the heart sees}
✍️Written By Precious Pinky✍️
???? Chapter Fifty-Nine ????
~Together we can make things work~
????BALLERINA????
Ballerina gro-aned in pain coming up to her feet, she quickly went to Paulo, ignoring the pathway that just appeared and landed a mighty slap on his face, imprinting the mark of her fingers which was stained with her blood on his face.
“How dare you let her escape!?” She yelled at the top of her voice, glaring ha-rd at him.
“What the…” Paulo muttered under his breath, rubbing his now bruised cheek, hissing in pain. “That hurts.”
“I don’t care.” Ballerina yelled throu-ghgritted teeth. “This was our only chance to get her, why then did you ask her to escape, huh?”
“I didn’t ask her to escape!” Paulo said to her.
“Then what did you do? Ask her to take a walk?” She scoffed. “That bit-ch almost killed me!” She stated. “Are you by any chance working with them?”
“BELLE!” Ace called out to her angrily, coming to stand beside Paulo.
“What?” She barked at him. “How sure are we that this guy isn’t working for them!?”
“Simply because your personal maid betrayed you doesn’t make everyone an enemy, Belle. And Paulo will never do such a thing.” Ace said.
“Do you trust him that much?”
“I trust him with my life.” Ace stated, surprising Belle, Paulo and even himself!
“I trusted Heather.” She said in a whisper.
“Paulo isn’t Heather.” Ace replied.
Paulo let out a de-ep sigh, bringing out his phone and handing it over to Ballerina. “What do you see there?”
Ballerina stared down at the phone for a while. “Are you tracking someone?”
“Heather. Yes.” He responded, collecting his phone from her and dropping it into his pocket. “I didn’t shoot her with a bullet but rather with a tracking device. There is no way we can arrest Heather without figuring out their hideout. Heather is the only source we can use to figure it out.” He gulped. “And I get why you don’t trust me princess… I mean, not after what your trusted maid did, of course if I were you I wouldn’t trust anyone… but can you still remember what I told you before we started working together?” Ballerina didn’t say anything. “Do not trust me.” He smiled. “But at least have faith in me. The only way we can make things work is if we work together.”
Ballerina let out a sigh, fiddling with her fingers. “I’m sorry…I just…I don’t know! I can’t even give an excuse for doubting you. I’m just…confuse.” She admitted.
Ace walked closer to her and pulled her into his arms. “It’s alright, okay? I’m sorry for speaking to you like that. I was harsh.”
She shook her head, pulling away from the hug. “I deserved it. I mean, not after slapping Paulo like that.”
Paulo laughed, rubbing his cheek once again. “Do you learn boxing? Because honestly your hand hurts like a bit-ch !”
She chuckles softly. “I’m sorry.”
Paulo hit Ace’s shoulder playfully. “Thanks man.”
“For what?” Ace asked.
“For what you did. You might appear to be cold but you are very warm inside. I really appreciate what you just did. And damn, I didn’t know you love me that much.” He joked, smiling.
Ace rolled his eyes. “Better don’t be an enemy. And stop fooling yourself…I don’t love you.”
“Very funny, man.” Paulo stated, looking back at Ballerina. “Are you okay?”
Ballerina stiffened a smile, hiding her injured hand behind her back. “Yes. Um,” She looks over at the pathway. “What the hell is this place?” She breaths out, changing the subject immediately.
Ace and Paulo looks at the place as well. “You don’t know?” Ace asked her.
She shook her head. “I can’t remember going into a place like that.”
“Wait a minute…” Paulo said in a whisper, bringing out his phone and going throu-ghhis videos, after a while, he clic-ked in a particular video of Claire…it was the very same video of her confessing to Ballerina. Behind her in the video was a huge family photo…and below the photo there was a big black bu-tton. That must be the same bu-tton, Ballerina had mistakenly pushed. “This is the heart of the palace.”
“What?”
“This is the place your aunt was talking about.” He said, going into the place while Ballerina and Ace followed him from behind.
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#Past
“What are we doing here, Marco?” Nelly asked, getting out of the car alongside Marco.
“To clean up a mess, got a problem with that?” He replied her, shutting the door close and walking towards the entrance of the large hospital.
Nelly followed him from behind. “I won’t, if I know what mess you want to clean, Marco.”
He sighed, running his fingers throu-ghhis hair and turning to face her. “Your nephew saw what happened.”
“And so did your niece.” She pointed out as well, folding her arms across her chest and tilting her head to the side.
“We have to take every bit of information they know out.” He said.
“What do you mean?” She raised a questioning brow at him, bringing her hands to her side.
Marco brou-ght out a syringe from his pocket and show it to her, smirking.
“What do you want to use this for?” She asked, collecting the syringe from him and stared at it closely. “Wait, don’t tell me you plan to inject Ace with this thing.”
“People who hear you speak will think you care for this child.” He rolled his eyes, snatching the syringe from her.
“I don’t. But what do you plan to do with the syringe?” She questioned.
“Make things right, of course.” He shrugged, putting the syringe back into his pocket.
“By?” She pressed on, still a little bit confuse until it struck her. “You want to inject Ace with that, right?”
He shook her head, clic-king his tongue. “I don’t intend to inject him with this…oh nah. But I intend to inject the IV attached to his arm with this.”
“And what will that do to him?” She asked.
“Make him forget.” He replied.
“Wait, excuse me?” She scoffed. “You want my little nephew to lose his memory?”
“Some memories. Come on, I can’t let any fu-cking person jeopardize my plans, Nelly. Your nephew will be a problem if nothing is done!”
“And your niece?” She questioned.
“Do you really think I won’t do anything to that little bit-ch ?”
“You pledge your vow to someone not to harm her, remember?”
“I said I won’t kill her…,but I never said I won’t hurt her.”
“That means that syringe is going to hurt.”
“Nah. Like I said it will only make them forget about that night and maybe disorganize some little things in their head. No big deal.”
“It won’t kill him?”
“Stop pretending to be worried about that kid, Nelly. And no, it won’t kill him.”
She sighed, throwing her hands up in the air as if in surrender. “Alright then. But, why did you bring me here? I mean, you can practically go on with the plan with or without my help so why?”
“Well, yeah, I can go on with the plan alone but I will need someone to get me in.”
She furrowed her brows a little. “How do you mean?”
“Get me in, Naomi.” He smirked, stuffing his hands into his pan-ts pocket.
She was confuse at first but then it became clear to her.
“Is that all you need? Just a ticket in?” She questioned, smiling.
“Yup.”
“You are very tricky, you know that, right?” She joked, walking into the hospital alongside Marco.
“You are the boss!”
Nelly approached the nurse seated behind a black desk.
“Hi!” She greeted, smiling at the nurse.
“Hello, Mrs Reyes.” The nurse replied, returning Nelly’s smile with a smile of her own. “I can see you are here to see your son.”
“Oh, yeah. How is he doing now?” She asked.
“Getting better, I guess. But didn’t the doctor tell you that this morning?” The nurse question, raising a questioning brow at her.
“Did he? Oh, yeah. I…um,”
“I get it.” The nurse cuts in. “Your son’s situation is getting at you, right?”
“Uh…yeah. You can say that. Tsk, stupid me.”
She laughed. “You don’t have to insult yourself, ma’am. And it’s quite great to see you smile, Mrs Reyes.”
“Haven’t I be smiling lately?” She questioned, confused.
“You… haven’t.” The nurse responded, staring at her suspiciously. “Anyway, you can go to your son, I’m sure he is waiting for you.”
“Hmm. But um, do you mind taking me to him?”
“Why?” She asked.
“I feel a little bit dizzy. I just want a nurse to be with me just in case I pas-sout.” She lied, pretending to be sick.
“Do you want me to call the doctor?”
“Nah. Just escort me to Nao…my son’s ward.” She smiled.
“Alright.” The nurse left her desk and came beside Nelly. “Let’s go then.”
“Thank you.”
They both walked towards the ward with Marco trailing after them from behind.
They finally got to the room, the nurse opened the door and walked in while Nelly and Marco followed from behind.
“Here we are.” She said, turning to face Nelly, her gaze slowly darted to Marco who was standing behind Nelly. “Excuse me sir, what are you doing in here? Do you _”
“He is with me.” Nelly cuts her off immediately.
“Oh. Sorry. I should get going now.” She smiled.
“Yeah…you should.” Nelly said throu-ghgritted teeth, stepping away for her to pas-sthrou-gh.
Few minutes later, they were finally left alone in the ward.
Nelly went closer towards sleeping Ace and stared down at him, frowning.
“I can kill him if you want.” Marco said, coming to stand behind her.
“Don’t!” She growled.
“What is it with you and this kid? Do you like him that much?” He teased.
Nelly rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. “As much as I hate my sister…I don’t want my nephew dead.”
“But you wanted to kill my niece, remember?”
“Step-niece.” She corrected. “And think carefully, did I kill her?” Her gaze went to an occupied bed beside Ace’s. “Besides you are the one with the aim of hurting her not me.”
Marco gaze went towards the bed as well, and slowly a smile made its way to his li-ps. “They’ve just made this work much easier for me.”
Ballerina was fast asleep on the bed beside Ace.
“Do whatever you want to do, Marco and let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Yes ma’am.” He approached Ace’s bed and took out the syringe, feeling it up with a substance, he was going to inject it when Ace opened his eyes and looked up at him. “Ah, he’s awake.” He smirked.
“What?” Nelly questioned, looking down at Ace, the little boy was staring right back at her. He was looking very sad and his gaze were almost pleading as if asking her to stop the man (Marco) from hurting him.
“Mommy…” He mouthed to her.
Mommy…have anyone ever called her like that before?
Does she even have a child or better still a man who is ready and willing to spend the right of his life with her?
Can she ever be lucky like her sister?
Does fate/life intend to give her a second chance of happiness.
Will she ever be like her sister?
She almost tried to stop Marco but immediately look away and walked out of the ward after asking Marco to hurry the hell up.
Ace looks back at Marco, shaking his head and trying to pull away.
“Calm down, little boy. This might hurt a little but hey, you won’t be going throu-ghthe pain alone.” He patted Ace’s head calmly. “Now, let’s make a memory, shall we?” And with that, he injected the IV and so did he inject Ballerina’s.
The beeping machine started reading fast and loud, alerting the hospital, the two kids were struggling on the bed, almost at the verge of falling unconscious.
Marco quickly walked out of the ward and came to Nelly who handed him a nose mask and wore one for herself as well.
“Why are we wearing this?” He asked her, putting the nose mask on.
“The real mother is here.” She nodded her head at Naomi who was running alongside the doctor to her son’s ward with the king and queen as well. “It won’t kill him, right?”
“Trust me, it won’t.” He rea-ssured her for the umpteenth time.
“I hope it don’t. Let’s go.”
“Wait,” Marco said, holding Nelly’s hand. “What if it kills him?”
“Then one of us will have to die.”
“That sound promising.” He smirked.
“It’s a promise not a warning.”
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#Present
????NARRATOR????
“What are you doing here?” Marco asked as Heather walked throu-ghthe double doors.
“I got caught.” She said, menacingly.
“What?”
“It was frustrating, okay? I was frustrated! How can I be a maid to that bit-ch for the rest of my life!”
“You were never going to be a maid to her for the rest of your life, Heather. I was working towards that.”
“But you were taking so long.” She said angrily, grabbing a bottle of whiskey but before she could make a drink out of it, Marco snatched it away. “Seriously?”
“I told you, you can’t drink, didn’t I?”
She rolled her eyes, sitting down. “So what are we going to do now? We can’t let Ballerina take over the throne.”
“She won’t. And if she does, she dies.” He stated.
Heather looked around in search of someone. “Where is Nelly?”
“Busy, why?”
She shrugged. “Just asking.”
“Where is Chloe?” Marco asked after a moment of silence.
“She got caught by the police.” She replied, running her fingers throu-ghher hair. “Time is not on our side, daddy.”
“I know.” He breaths out, coming up to his feet. “I have to go.”
“Where are you going to?” She asked with a brow raised, questioningly.
“I need to speak with Nelly. It’s time we sit up and get what we want. Immediately.”
“You said if Ballerina take over the throne, she dies…do you plan to kill her?” Heather said, Interrupting Marco.
“It depends.”
“But you made a promise to Claire not to kill Ballerina, remember?”
“Promises are made to be broken, Heather.”
She slowly stood up to her feet, smiling. “You are going to kill her.” It wasn’t a question but a fact. Marco didn’t say a word but the look he was giving her gave her the exact answer she needed. “Now, that’s going to be fun.” She smirked.
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#To Be Continued….