The Grand Mistress - Chapter 233

It was around ten in the evening when everyone in the mansion settled down. Simione had finished dinner and was then on her nightgown looking through the big glass window admiring the tranquility of the scenery outside. The moon was bright and the trees beneath danced gracefully in the night breeze.

She was supposed to be in bed by then but her evil schemes couldn’t wait for the morning. So, she waited until such a time when she could be sure all the servants were resting in their quarters before she planned to execute her crimes. Hopefully, her dear beloved soon to be groom will be thoroughly surprised by her gift. It’s his fault anyway. For how careless could he be on putting all his prized possessions next to his prisoner?

Grinning, Simione went and grabbed the iron rod she found in her walk-in closet. It was a hanging rod which she forcefully took from there and planned to use to aid in her ventures for that night. Carefully, Simione carried it with her and went to the third floor until she found herself in the room of her soon to be husband’s prized collections. First, she took time to adore all the beautiful paintings that were under her mercy before she positioned herself in one big canvass that was covered in a beautiful carved frame.

Without allowing herself to think twice, she gave it a big blow with the rod she was holding and it only took two hits before the glass broke. Wanting to destroy the painting inside, Simione gave it a few more forceful blows until the whole painting was destroyed and the millions worth of art became a useless piece of sheets.

Soon, the whole mansion was filled with the sound of breaking glasses. It all went chaotic specially when the security team made an alarm to wake up everyone as they all went surprised and shocked when they saw the new madam in the CCTV slowly ruining all of their master’s prized paintings.  Mr. Brown was soon called off right away and when he arrived at the scene, he was greatly shocked and terrified with the amount of casualties.  As panic hit him, he ran further and found Simione with an iron rod as she was tearing off another millions worth of art as if it was just nothing. Behind her were two female servants, the other one was trying to convince her not to ruin anything more while the other was worrying about her hurting herself.

“Madam please, your legs had been hurt already,” The servants blurted at Simione’s back daring not to touch her. They knew she was mad tonight and so they wouldn’t take risk of offending her by recklessly stopping what she was doing.

“Madam, these paintings are the master’s priced collections…”

“I don’t like it and I don’t like him, so I don’t f*cking care!” Simione angrily loathed off and hit another painting to vent out her frustration. “He can kill me if he wants after this!”

“Madam, please don’t say that…” The servants pleaded with her but when they saw that Mr. Brown was already there and that he had charged some securities to stop Simione, they all gave way for them.

“Don’t you dare touch me!” Simione shouted even before someone could get a hold of her. “I am the madam of this house, I own everything! What right do you have to stop me?”

The girl’s expression was so intimidating that even the big men before her stopped at their tracks. She gave them an extremely hard glare that in a moment, the men turned their heads to Mr. Brown who then was also surprised to see Simione at her badass side. Well, he kind of expected it but seeing it first hand was really not fun to watch especially when millions worth of art was being wasted in front of him too.

“Madam…” Mr. Brown calmly spoke as if he was not concerned at all although inside, his mind was blowing a series of headache at Simione’s unexpectedly temperament shift. “Your husband might not like the fact that you are ruining…”

“As far as I could remember Mr. Brown, he only forbids me to run away,” Simione answered him head on. “I don’t remember him giving instructions about  me not to mess up with his favorite paintings,” Simione answered back shaking with fury. The more glasses and paintings she breaks, the more her emotions break loose. She was extremely frustrated about everything and it was only a pity that she some millions worth of art to suffer because of it.

Wanting to ruin it all, Simione walked further into the room and looked around for her next target. She had ruined a couple of framed paintings already but there were too many of them and so she found herself panting and breathing hard while holding into her iron rod as her eyes hunted for her next victim.

“Which is the most expensive out of all of this?” She shouted as she directed her glaring eyes to one of the female servants who were following her around earlier.

“Madam I don’t know,” The servants replied as she lowered her head. Simione’s expression then terrifies her and so she couldn’t dare to meet her eyes. “I knew nothing much of paintings so I don’t know which of them is the most expensive one,”

“Then tell me which one is your master’s most favorite?” Simione demanded impatiently.

The servants dragged  his eyes to Mr. Brown helplessly, trying to see if she was allowed to tell Simione about it. To her surprise, the old man gave her a nod as if giving her a cue that she was allowed to tell their madam the information.

With the permission she got, the servant carefully went forward making sure not to step into the pieces of broken sharp glasses that scattered on the floor. She stopped beside Simione and pointed her finger to the right where a regular sized painting was pasted near a far end of the wall.

“That one madam, the master painted that himself,” The maid told her and with an intrigued expression, Simione made full strides until she was in front of the painting the girl pointed. She was thinking of ruining it to pieces like she did to all the other paintings but when she raised her head to look at it,  she found herself glaring at it in surprise.. Immediately, the rod she was carrying fell into the floor.