A lot of time had passed, and then suddenly, the door swung open. The face I saw left a sour taste in my mouth.
"What rudeness is this? It's not that difficult to ask for permission before entering someone's room or knocking on the door." My heart raced as I saw Alexander walk in my direction. Anger boiled up within me, and I shout in frustration.
"Let's go." Alexander completely ignored me and said while tightening his grip on my arm.
"Let go of me! What's wrong with you? Do you have no idea how to speak to a lady? Leave my hand!" I struggled to break free, but it was futile against his relentless grip.
Despite my protests, he forcefully pulled me into the lounge, where all the residents of Harrison Mansion had already gathered.
"How did you try to run away?" Robert Harrison’s angry voice echoed in the room. I looked at him; he was sitting majestically on the couch. There was no sympathy or love in his eyes for me.
“I came here at your invitation, not to marry your son. Please, let me go back. I don't want to marry Alexander," I implored, my voice heavy with sorrow and anger. Unbeknownst to me, tears began to well up in my eyes.
"I love Eric. I." Before that I finish, Alexander took out his gun and put it on my forehead. The words died in my mouth. A wave of fear spread in my being.
"If you utter this sentence again, I won't hesitate to shot the bullet in your skull," he hissed each word in a icy tone, making his threat clear.
Fear coursed through me. It was a terror anyone in my situation would have felt.
"No, Alexander, my son, please don't be angry. I will talk to her, she will understand. Please forgive her." My mom hastily stepped in, her hands gently prying the gun away from my forehead as she start pleading to him.
"This would be good for both of you, mother and daughter." Alexander sneered, while twisting his gun on his index finger.
"Kill me." The words slipped from my tongue and shocked everyone. The idea of marrying anyone other than Eric was deadly for me. I grabbed his hand to put the gun back on my forehead. With a look of fanaticism in my eyes, I challenged him.
"What do you think? I can't kill you?" A sarcastic smile appeared on his handsome face.
"Yes, you can kill me. So, kill me. But please keep this in mind, Alexander Harrison. Isabella can die but cannot marry to anyone except Eric." Looking into his red eyes, I said fearlessly in a precise manner.
Alexander was furious. The next moment, he loaded the gun. Just as he was about to shot, he suddenly stopped.
"Okay, so you want to die? I will definitely fulfill your wish. But you won't die alone. I will put your mother in the grave with you. We have been giving her protection until today only because she was your mother. But when you are dead, so what is the meaning of giving protection to this woman?” His brutal sentences made my body cold. He turned his gun towards my mom.
"You can't do that." I looked at him yearning and protested. Tears welled up in my eyes. This was the weak point of my life.
"You have made the mistake of testing me." He said in a proud tone while watching me yearning.
“Decide. What do you want?” He bow towards me and whispered.
"I am ready for this marriage. Please don’t do anything to my mom.” Helplessness made my voice weak.
Eric's smiling face began to rotate in front of my eyes. His farewell words "You are my star" were ringing in my ears.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I felt life slipping away, a sense of weakness washing over me. Tears start flowing from my eyes.
"Mom. He will die without me. He will die and me too." I sobbed, she hugged me tightly.
"I wish I had accepted what he said. I wish I hadn't come here." This regret was hitting me why I didn't listen to Eric. Why did I come here? Eric was right, they imprisoned me.
"You think if you didn't come here, then all this wouldn't have happened. Stupid." Alexander, standing on the floor above said sarcastically. I looked at him; he was standing on the stairs with the railing, looking at me with a smile.
“I hate you.” I screamed, and start crying loudly but no one was there to listen to me. They were cruel, selfish and ruthless.
Isabella’s P.O.V.Today, I entered Alexander's room for the first time in my life. Alexander dragged me in, threw me on the bed as if I were a lifeless doll, and turned to lock the door.I sat up, gathering myself. I wasn’t going to let him touch me."Alexander. Stay away from me." I warned, pointing my index finger towards him, but he ignored me. He approached me without hesitation, gripped my arm, and pulled me toward him. He was close to me, and that realization made me freeze."Why?? Why should I stay away?" he asked innocently, holding me close to his chest."You used to hate me, didn't you? You called me dirty. So why do you want to dirty your hands by touching this 'dirty' thing?" I tried to pull away, but his grip on my delicate waist tightened, leaving me helpless. I was not able to go away from him, even if I wanted to. Despite seeing that there was nothing but ugliness and hatred in my eyes, he was not ready to back down."It's okay. I'll wash my hands with soap later," he
~Isabella's P.O.V.When I opened my eyes, it was eleven o'clock in the morning. I couldn't recall when I had fallen asleep. The night's tears blurred my vision. My gaze searched the room, but he was nowhere to be seen. So was I alone here? Did he leave? But where?After a moment, the creaking door drew my attention, and I turned. He entered with a shopping bag in hand. His face was cold and emotionless."Put it on and get ready," he commanded, pushing the shopping bag toward me. He was in a trouser shirt now. I hastily took it from him and went into the bathroom. I was scared of him. The events of the previous night had left me fearful of him; his intensity suffocated me. After a quick shower, I wore a navy blue dress, the wet strands of my hair clinging to my skin.When I came out, I found him sitting on the couch, lighting a cigarette, patiently waiting for me. Did he wait for me? Why? There are a lot of questions in my mind, but I have to wait to get the answers.The intensity in h
~At NightAlexander’s P.O.V.I lay down on my bed, and the sweet and sharp memories of yesterday enveloped me. The nails of this helpless girl in self-defense left a mark on my body like a cat's claws. I examined one of these marks on my right wrist. Lost in these thoughts, I stared at the ceiling. She was not there today, and I felt lonely. An hour later, I was standing near the window with a cigar in my hand when her mom knocked at the door.She was not allowed to enter, but today I didn’t mind."Son. Her condition is bad. Shall I take her to my room?" She asked in a flexible manner. On asking for permission, I carelessly waved my hand without turning back."Bella, my baby, wake up. Let's go with me." Her mother patted her cheeks, but she was drowsy from the effects of medicine. So she put one of her hands on her shoulder and struggled to lift her alone. She herself was a body. Therefore, it was very difficult for her to lift my wife alone and take her down."Move away." I threw the
Isabella’s P.O.V. I suffered from intense hunger during the night. I wasn’t able to sleep until I satisfied the gnawing emptiness within. So I left the room bare foot and came to the kitchen. Looking around, I opened the fridge, to eat quickly and return unnoticed. My eyes went to the bowl full of custard. Hurriedly, I cleaned a spoon and left it on the countertop before rushing back to the fridge. I was afraid that someone might catch me. I didn't want Alexander to know about my recovery. What if he finds out that I was fine and he took me to his room? No I don’t want his closeness again. Grabbing a bowl of custard, I was just about to close the fridge door when I noticed someone’s presence behind me. “Oh no please, not him.” I prayed in my heart and turned to look at the person. He was there, standing there, my mortal enemy. I forgot to breathe, my face turning pale with fear, as if I had encountered a ghost. A mocking smile briefly crossed Alexander's lips upon seeing my express
Bella's P.O.V. I was trying to go to sleep again. Constantly waking up with a pounding pain in my head and eyes makes my eyes weak. Just as I closed my eyes, Eric's smiling face appeared before me, triggering intense waves of grief once more. The sorrow felt so overwhelming that it seemed my very heart might burst from it. A week had passed but Eric did not call or message me. As soon as I thought it, it causes a growing sense of worry within me. I was so immersed in my grief that I did not notice that Eric did not contact me for a week. I should call him, with that thought, I tried to get up, but could not even move due to the injury to both legs. "Maid..." I called out. "Yes, ma'am." A maid entered the room, her eyes lowered respectfully. "What do you need?" She asked in a very polite manner. I started to look at her face in surprise. I was surprised by the sudden change in the staff's demeanor towards me. Since when did the employees of this Mansion start respecting me? "Yes
Alexander’s P.O.V. As soon as I stepped into the house, I made my way towards Bella’s mother's room. “How is she?” In doorway, I asked the maid about Bella's condition. “She talked to someone on the phone but hadn't made a sound since then.” She mentioned and I nodded. Entering the room, I found her sitting on the bed. Her eyes were closed. After a brief glance, I retreated to the doorway. "Alexander." Bella’s mother noticed me leaving and called out lovingly. "Did Bella eat food?" She seemed surprised when I inquired about. I never talked to her nicely. "No..." she responded, puzzled by my question. "Hmm... I'll get freshened up a. Just bring the food there, we will eat together." I replied seriously before heading upstairs. I knew the surprising look on her face. After freshening up, I returned to Bella’s mother's room to find all the food arranged on the glass table. "Bella. What happened to you?? You have been sitting in the same position since evening." Gently holding Be
He held my hand, guiding me out of the car. My heart raced as I took a glance at my surroundings. The farmhouse was bigger and more beautiful than I thought, I had never come here. But I couldn’t focus around anymore. I yearned to release my hand from his tight grip. Why did he take me here? What does he wants from me? I was alone with him. I looked at his face. "Alexander, you can't switch gears like this. I interrupted, my voice laced with suspicion. "We entered into this marriage forcefully. Neither of us wanted this. You once said you'd rather remain single than marry me. You claimed to hate me more than anyone else on earth. You promised to divorce a woman like me soon enough." I recited his own words back to him, one by one. "How did you suddenly changed, are you doing all this to take my shares from me?" I took a step back, my thoughts racing with suspicions I couldn't voice in front of him, my tongue feeling glued to the roof of my mouth. He looked at me with surprise. "I
Alexander's P.O.V. I cradled her gently in my arms and carried her inside, laying her delicate form on the bed. Her body was wet, her presence intoxicating me. I never felt these feelings for any girl. This was totally new. May be I was falling for her. “Yeah that’s true. She was a witch.” In the stillness of the night, she laid before me, the woman rightfully mine. Her youthful allure seduced me, and I found myself unable to resist. Her beauty was captivating, her figure held me spellbound. It was difficult to tear my gaze away from her once, her allure drawing me in like a delicate flower. I leaned over her, my lips pressing against hers, my hand tenderly caressing her cheek. As she sobbed, I withdrew. "My dear beauty, such delicacy is exquisite, but our love is only just beginning. You must endure my possession, for this beauty, this youth, this exquisite form, belongs solely to me. I possess it entirely, with every right to ignite your beauty with the fire of my love. You can