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“Close the door, Elijah…No one opens the door for my wife but me,” Galdur said, the sound of his husky, deep voice never failing to cause goosebumps to rise on my skin. It sounded like he could beckon thunder with his voice alone.
He got out of the car, his hand asking for my own, as he helped me out of the SUV, my heels hitting the concrete floor.
My eyes bulged at the stone building, the darkness of the evening sky making it seem ominous, sinister even; fitting for the man they call the wielder of death.
However, the lights that shone on it, revealed the beauty of the estate. It screamed wealth.
“Come,” my husband said and led me up the stairs to the menacing doors ahead.
The inside of the mansion was just as beautiful as the outside, with high ceilings and crystal chandeliers that lit up the room.
I didn’t have time to fully admire the space because I was soon carried up the staircase that sat in the middle of the foyer. The house was eerily silent, only the tapping of our heels on the glass floors could be heard.
Galdur opened two large white doors with gold accents, gesturing for me to step inside.
The interior of the room was airy with a balcony that took up one side of the room, the view spanning what seem like miles of green pastures and wild trees.
The bedroom reflected what you would call a minimalist style as the walls were covered in white tones with just the bare minimum furnishings to decorate the space including two beige and white loveseats in front of the fireplace separated by a glass table. The centerpiece of the room was the large bed that had four gold columns at each corner.
The only thing that made this clear that it was Galdur’s room was the black suits lined up in the closet, a few feet away from me.
“This is your room,” I muttered, the realization stunning me. For what reason? I didn't know.
Of course, my husband would want to consummate our marriage. I had been here before.
Suddenly, the room seemed colder than it was causing me to wrap my hands around my torso.
“It is our room,” his gruff voice sounded from behind me, “I have business to attend to, but I thought you would like to freshen up before dinner. Your belongings are in the closet. Jason is at the door in case you need anything.”
I nodded; my voice lost as he gently kissed my forehead before leaving the room.
That is what husbands did, didn’t they? Yet the feeling was so foreign to me.
Ilya never touched me unless it was to hurt me. There were never any gentle touches, only harsh and rough.
Once the door closed behind him I walked to the closet and there my clothes were like he said. They were hung perfectly, not a piece out of place.
I walked to the mirror that stood in the corner. My hands glided over my body in the white dress.
When I first got married to Ilya, he decided everything. I had no choice in what my wedding looked like, the dress I wore, or even how my hair was done.
This time, my brother gifted me this dress. He knew I always admired simplistic fashions, and this was one of my favorites when I did go shopping with Ilya for my dress.I looked beautiful despite the dead look in my eyes.
My mind briefly wandered to the beast with the touch of a feather.
What did he see when he looked at me?
It wasn't an easy task to read his dark eyes when he watched me walked down the aisle but his confidence and strength were contagious. It forced me to keep my chin held high, even when I wanted to look at the worn, wooden floors of the chapel.
I only waited now for the other shoe to drop. For him to show me his beastly nature. I would share his bed tonight; he didn't need to pretend anymore.
Chapter Eight
ELIAS
Iclosed my ledger, which contained the financial dealings of my family. No one knew it existed, not even my brothers, and, therefore, it made any moves I made less predictable; only using my online database to save my legal business records.
It was how I managed to keep our family free from all police attention. Sure we had a few in our pocket for the occasional ‘shut eye’ but nothing that would cause us to land in federal prison.
