The door of the bedroom was opened with a bang by Evan, his chest rose and fell in rapid breaths after running upstairs.
Disbelief registered on his face after seeing the pile of ashes on the coffee table and next to it was Daniella half-soaked.
"Daniella! What are you doing?" he could not help but raise his voice on her after looking at the smoke and mess inside the room.
Behind him, the people from downstairs started coming.
All of them tried to peek inside but Evan has blocked the way.
"Get her out of here Evan, or I am going to leave," hearing her tone so serious, Evan gulped.
"I will but you need to calm down," he entered the room, a slight irritation rushed over him.
"I am calm Evan," Daniella replied, then a smile formed on her lips, "if I'm not, your house would be burning."
Evan pressed his lips together, "go to the room and change your clothes," he said and hastened next to her. He turned off the remaining fire with the unburned magazines and his face - grave serious turned to Daniella.
"We could have talked about this. There's no need for you to throw her clothes and burn the room," he said in a suppressing tone.
"Are you taking her side, Evan?"
Evan squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, "no Daniella but-"
"What is happening?" Camille's voice, full of confusion filled the room. She was standing by the door next to Matthew and Selena.
As she entered the room, her eyes caught Daniella angrily staring at Evan.
"Did you do this?" asked Camille to Daniella, pointing a finger at the mess on the table.
Daniella answered with a half shrug.
And with that, Camille's face reddened with indescribable anger.
She rushed towards Daniella but before she could reach her, Evan had stopped her.
"Let me go, Evan!" Camille said in a broken voice, the tears she has been holding from watching her clothes drown in the pool streamed down in big pieces.
"Camille, can we talk?" Evan said still stopping Camille from attacking Daniella.
Hearing his soft voice, Camille calmed down and hurriedly buried her face in his chest but her face didn't spend a second on it as her hair has been pulled back and the next thing she knew was that her body was floating in the air.
"Daniella! No!"
Daniella could hear Evan screaming her name but it was too late, she had grabbed the vase from the corner table, smashed it and threw a huge piece to Camille who hadn't recovered after getting thrown to the wall.
"Daniella, enough!" Evan shouted at her, his hand grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the room towards their bedroom.
He threw her at the sofa, locked her way out with his arms and lay on top of her.
Seeing her eyes, how dark it was, Evan knew how agitated she was but what she had done was out of the line.
"This is too much Daniella, I know your jealous but-" his lips froze when Daniella suddenly flashed a wicked smile.
"Jealous?" she said in between her laugh, "I didn't do that because I was jealous Evan. I know I have you," she paused and courageously met his eyes, "I did that because she's Roman's daughter."
Evan stiffened upon hearing it, his hands loosened its grip to her shoulder and straightened up.
Jamming both hands in his front pockets Evan sighed to calm himself.
"Daniella, do you think it's necessary to blame Camille to what her father had done?"
Daniella sat up, rested both of her palms on her laps
Then, she laughed, it was loud but emotionless.
"I don't know why you people keep saying that to me!" she scoffed, elevating her face to meet Evan's eyes.
"You said you won't get in my way right?"
Evan nodded without hesitation.
"Then, get out of my way."
Daniella got up, waited for Evan to move away so she can pass but he stood in front of her like a statue.
"Do you like her?" Daniella asked.
"What? No?" Evan answered back.
She nodded, "then get out of my way."
Evan sighed, he took a step aside and let her pass through.
When Daniella left the bedroom, she went straight to the next room where Camille was staying while Evan tailed her.
She entered the room and found Anders and Camille sitting on the couch.
As she walked closer to Camille, Daniella saw the anger burning in her eyes but as she dug deeper, she found out how terrified she was.
Her lips curved a lopsided grin. Standing in front of Camille like a God, Daniella rose a brow.
"I am sorry if I lost my temper. I will call my doctor to assist you," she said and walked out without waiting for her reply.
Meanwhile, Evan was dumbfounded, he thought Daniella would hurt Camille but instead, she apologized and went back to their bedroom.
Daniella grabbed her phone, with her heart beating like she had run a race, she dialed Claire's number.
When the old woman answered, Daniella, spoke, "can you come here at the Villa? I injured someone," then she ended the call before her voice broke down.
Her feet strode towards the bathroom and as she did her hands removed her clothes one by one. She knew the mess she created and deep inside, she didn't care or feel guilty about it.
She locked the door of the bathroom which something she had never done.
And with the heavy feeling weighing her heart, Daniella went under the shower and hoped that the hot water enough to burn someone's skin could remove the weave of her heart.
Her nose wrinkled when she felt a sting in her hand, she looked at it and found a deep wound with some shattered pieces of a vase inside.
As she slowly pulled the glasses out, tears streamed down from her eyes.