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He lets me go, and I fall back on the floor, everything spinning around me. I cough on the blood and gaze at the ceiling, unable to move a muscle, yet hope flares inside me.
Hope because Daddy might have become a monster, but Mommy is here. She would defeat all the evil and protect us.
Like in all these fairy tales.
Our mothers love us the most.
At least that’s what society tries to feed us, claiming that the bonds between mothers and their children are absolute.
One person who accepts you as you are, loves you no matter what, and protects you fiercely if danger lurks on the horizon, ready to sacrifice herself but never ever allowing anyone to come near her child.
There are always exceptions to every rule, though.
The scars on my body and soul can attest to that.
Isla
The initial shock finally wears off, and everything comes crashing back at me, so I hit his chest, wiggling in his hold, and seethe, “Let me go! I can walk!” The last thing I need for him is to drag me around as if I’m some willing bride who married him because she loves him.
Pure blackmail and nothing else done by the murderer.
“Settle down, kitten. You can’t be trusted.”
“I can’t be trusted?” I ask with disbelief in my tone while hating how my body reacts to his presence, his hard chest simmers my blood while goose bumps pop on my skin, and the air hitches in my throat. “That’s rich coming from you.”
“I wasn’t the one running away. So yes, kitten. You can’t be trusted.” He glances at my neck, and I shiver at the possessiveness filling his brown eyes as he lazily sweeps his gaze over me. “Not until you have my collar.”
Not until I have what now?
Octavius marches toward the black car in the distance, where the chauffeur opens the back seat door for us. A blank expression flashes across his face, and I have to give it to him.
It takes skill to be this unfazed when your boss is carrying an angry woman in his arms. “Mr. Reed,” he greets him and looks at me. “Mrs. Reed. Congratulations.” He wears a uniform and holds on to his hat when the harsh wind whooshes over us.
“Thank you, Eric,” Octavius says and places me inside the car. I huff in exhaustion as the silk and chiffon almost swallow me whole, but I welcome the vehicle's warmth. “Home,” he orders and shuts the door in my face, locking me as if I’m foolish enough to leave when they’re all here.
I don’t participate in fights I can’t win because it’s stupid. The strongest one wins, and the weaker one is left humiliated and more bruised, which lessens their chance of survival the next time.
I muster up a smile for the chauffeur who briefly glances my way. Something softens in his gaze, but he quickly covers it up, opening the door for Octavius on the other side and then getting in as well.
That’s to be expected, right?
A beast rules his faithful subjects who do whatever he wishes as it ensures their survival, and while I can’t be called a beauty…only one fairy tale comes to mind in this moment.
This is such a…
Disaster.
Because to the world, I’m Mrs. Reed from now on, but I know nothing about my husband besides the fact that he kills people for fun.
Splendid start to this marriage.
My heart aches inside my chest, and I place my hand on it, rubbing it as just hours ago, I wouldn’t have minded to be…his wife, as crazy as it sounds.
Despite his colorful past and present, we have a connection, and I can’t deny it no matter how much I wish nothing ever happened between us.
And there is goodness inside him because he didn’t drag me to the church to enjoy my misery and show his total control and power over the situation. He and his friends must be perfect manipulators, using their psychological skills to get whatever they want, and one thing you can always do to a person to break them…is use their weaknesses against them.
A physical pain is bearable compared to the one we experience psychologically because there is no running away or healing in sight for these hidden wounds.
