A Vow So Beautiful - Chapter 66

“We have a winner!” the announcer shouted.

A joyful tear slid from Prisana’s eyes as the senator’s yacht came to a stop a mile away from the finish line. Her beast had won, fair yet unfairly. All that mattered was that they won and she would soon be in his arms again.

The sudden and abrupt stop however, shook the entire yacht in turmoil, so much that Prisana herself was thrown onto the ground. Screams could be heard in the distance. Soon, panic from outside reached heights that mimicked her unfortunate situation.

Prisana held onto her head and steadied herself to stand. It took a few moments before her head stopped spinning. She slyly slipped the phone around her belt wrapped underneath the sleek black dress she had on so that Dane could hear every word and envision her whereabouts.

It would have been perfect if Prisana hadn’t forgotten one important thing as she tried to run to her only escape route. That one important thing, was not to underestimate the enemy. She was underestimating the man that would readily forsake his own daughter.

Prisana and the pilot eyed one another as they both bolted toward the door.

Only the pilot managed to escape unscathed. The senator furiously grabbed Prisana by the hair, yanking her towards him. She screeched from the harsh tugging of his fingers pulling along each strand.

The man in black took this chance to swipe the gun out of her hands, leaving her nearly defenseless. Damn! She still had the knife holstered around her hips. Yet, the bullet from a gun could impale her faster than she would be able to stab any man.

“Would you truly kill your own flesh and blood,” she mocked his earlier question, her voice full of venom as it tried to hide the trembling in her voice.

Prisana didn’t know this man anymore. She didn’t know which were truths or lies. Therefore, she didn’t know what he was capable of.

“You don’t think I would?” he dared her with threatening eyes. “Watch and see! I never cared for a daughter that looked like a splitting image of that wench and only ever wished for a filial son, unlike you.”

“What do you mean…Mother?”

“I loved your mother dearly and gave her the whole world! But in the end, that wench betrayed me. You’re no different! I should have known you would become just like her.”

He motioned to one of the men in black, “You, take advantage of the chaos and throw her off into the ocean.”

By now, nothing surprised her anymore. It was sad that her heart was becoming numb to this senator that all of New Jersey looked up to.

“Coward,” Prisana spat. “You can’t do it yourself?”

“Don’t fool yourself. I’m only making sure evidence or witnesses won’t come back to haunt me.”

The senator angrily yanked her by the hair even harder and threw her into the arms of one of the men in black. The man in black continued to grab hold onto her hair as the other one kept his aim pointed directly to her chest.

Mighty as the lynx wanted to be, she was still afraid of death as all beings were.

She put one hand over her other arm to calm the shaking that persisted even though she kept screaming to herself, ‘death comes to those who accept it!’

Ironic.

Her whole life, she didn’t think her ‘father’ ever truly meant his feelings of love for her. Ugly lies flashed across each memory of him as the men in black dragged her out of the glassy control room.

Her breath hitched as her belly rubbed against the railings to the yacht. She gulped down the air in a frightening stark of realization that this may be the end.

The ocean waters seemed almost too blue from below, swirling her eyes as the yacht rocked her final moments.

“Look in the sky! What’s that?” asked some elite folk in the far distance.

Her heart leaped when a loud vibrating sound of something flying vigorously caught everyone’s attention. It blew away at her hair and dress, to the point where she had to hold her dress from becoming undone.

A helicopter!

She squinted at the heicopter and found a large beastly frame that resembled her husband.

It was like an unbelievable picturesque scene straight out of a movie. Dane’s hair was tousled from the wind. By now, he had shed of his silver blue suit jacket and bared his arms. He used one hand to hold onto the ladder while the other one reached out to Prisana.

His appearance was grander than any knight to behold!

All she had to do was stall for more time and jump into his arms. However, time was out as her body dangled dangerously over the edge.

“You’re too late Elias! Any last words, unfilial daughter of mine?” the senator’s voice boomed behind her, like death glooming near.

Prisana slowly reached underneath the slit of her dress and hovered her fingers over the knife. She gripped it as she glared at him.

“Go to hell.”

It took everything she had to let go of something so precious but it was that or her life. The sound of the blade severing the long locks of strand at the man in black’s grasp, sounded throughout her ears. The strands swayed and fell at her feet, some falling away into the ocean.

At last, she was free.

“Don’t let her get away!”

By god, if she was going to die by a bullet or fall into the ocean, then she’d rather it be by her own will.

She believed in her dear husband.

Prisana gathered her dress into her hands and dove head first into the ocean waters.

“Dane!”

“Prisana!”