Once His Nightmare, Now His Employee

CASPIAN’s POV

“Dorian.” I called aloud, tapping my hands on his back but there was no response yet.

“Is someone not still calling 919?” I shouted, my fingers trembling out of control.

When there was no response yet and I realized that it seemed more like Dorian wasn't breathing, I pulled him to rest his back on the chair. His mouth was open slightly ajar.

My heart pounded hard against my chest before I scooped him in my arms, tightly to my chest.

With him in my arms, I darted out of his office room and made my way towards the elevator. As the elevator took us to the down floor, I shook him repeatedly to see if he would wake up but he seemed pretty much lifeless.

I literally thought it was a prank earlier or he was slacking off on his first day of work. But rethinking and seeing the condition he was in, it made me realise that he had struggled to pick up the drug’s bottle.

And what were those pills for?

As the elevator's door opened, I rushed out. Deborah, who was seated and typing away on the laptop stood up with a confused expression on her face.

“Have you called the hospital's emergency team?” I asked, my voice echoing through the very building.

She nodded negatively and I was forced to shout, “Call them. Now!”

The security guards a couple of steps away at the entrance ran towards me, trying to lift Dorian away from my arms but unexpectedly, my grip was too firm for them to be able to pull him away.

My eyes darted around. Deborah was holding the telephone in her ear as she kept on giving explanations to the hospital's emergency team.

My body burned with impatience. I couldn't wait any longer. I pushed past the security guards and ran towards my car while they gave a hot pursuit.

As soon as I reached my car, I dropped Dorian's unconscious body into the backseat and got into the driver's seat. I couldn't find Xavier anywhere around. Almost a useless being. Always at the fucking wrong place at the fucking wrong time. Thus, he makes himself unavailable to all.

I drove out of the compound to the hospital. It took us about twenty minutes to reach there.

I parked the car at the park, carried Dorian out, leaving the doors open as I screamed for help. Once I entered the hospital, nurses that were around rushed to meet me and took him from me—Not after I glanced at Dorian whose body was pretty much like a rubber.

They laid him on the stretcher before they willed him into the hospital ward.

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A few minutes later, I couldn't help but to move closer to the ward. The doctor and some nurses were inside the ward attending to Dorian. That, I saw through the glass.

I blinked my eyes repeatedly as I inhaled deeply.

Was it all because of me? Did I pressure him too much? Did I rush into my revenge plan? Should I have taken it easy?

I can pretty much get sued for this if Dorian reports.

Just as I thought about that, a thought flickered through my mind. “Why are you worried about him? Have you forgotten what he did to you? The marks? The beatings? The assaults in general?”

I raised my eyes again, scanning Dorian's unconscious body. I clenched my fists slowly as I tightened my jaw.

Why am I regretting it? Why should I regret whatever I had done to him?

Whatever it is I have done to him can't be matched up with what he had done to me in the past.

He shouldn't be destroyed so soon. He shouldn't be lying on the hospital bed now. Because I haven't avenged myself yet. This was just the beginning of his misery and he was already broken?

Well… This is not my regret. Not quite in any way. This is pure irritation and anger at myself for not doing what I had promised to do.

And I will only achieve this when he crawls, begs, and bleeds slowly. I won't give him the slightest chance to collapse in a pool of his own self-destruction after just a few humiliations.

Every moment he spends at Vale Enterprises will make him wish for his own death.

A smirk played on my lips as I walked away and just as I turned right towards the hospital's hallway, beneath my calculated rage, something sharp stirred—memories I had buried behind Armani suits and tailored cruelty.

I only remembered them earlier. I didn't get flashy images of them but now…

High school echoes bled into the sterile lights of the hospital hallway. Dorian’s voice sounded like cracked glass in my ears.

My vision blurred and I shut my ears. My breathing increased rapidly and I felt tears clog my eyes. I gripped a nearby door's handle as I tried to catch my breath but to no avail.

“Will you save me, Capsian?” I heard Dorian's pleading voice and I was forced to open my eyes.

My legs shook as I turned around to see him walking towards me, a devilish smirk on his face—The same he always had in high school.

My feet wobbled beneath me. My breath caught. The air was still tense.

“Will you say something, Mr. Vale?” Dorian's voice dripped eerily when he arrived in front of me. His eyes locked onto mine with the utmost cruelty.

I stepped backward. One at a time. And Dorian seemed to follow each of it, his gaze never leaving mine.

My back touched the wall behind and I gasped. Fear crept into my chest as I dugged my fingernails into the hem of my suit.

“Please… I… I… Don't hurt me,” I begged, sinking to my knees and sending my hands over my head quickly. “Please…”

“Hahaha. Didn't you want to destroy me?” He laughed, his voice growing thicker.

“I dare not.” I cried, my voice cracking.

“Time will tell. But know that before you destroy me, I will destroy you. I did it before… and I will do it again.” Dorian's voice faded into the distance but it sent shivers down my spine.

Tears poured out of my eyes as I remained in the same position until a warm sensation from the sudden touch of a hand jolted me up.

“Dr. McMasters?” I gasped, my chest rising and falling at the same time before I sank into his arms, my eyes closing shut.

I was yet back to square one. Scared of Dorian like I had always been. When can a weak, insecured, useless, fragile me get my revenge on Dorian?