In Love With The Enemy: A Love and Hate Story Book #1

34. Making a change

By the time they made it to New York, it was already really late. Alina hadn't once closed her eyes, she was drowned in nothing but darkness. Nothing concerned her or even once popped up into her mind. She couldn't think, feel or speak. She also didn't have it in her to go to sleep. Even though her body needed the rest, she refused to close her eyes.

Tristan was exhausted, but he stayed up and gave his undived attention to driving. He knew he hurt her really bad, more than that but the damage had been done already. He couldn't take it back even if he wanted to, which he somewhat did want to do.

Over 30 minutes later, they arrived in front of Tristan's mansion. He had many homes across the country and some out of it, because he traveled a lot. Before he left New York and relocated at his mansion in Colorado with Alina, he lived his business life there.

His mansion which was located in New York, was where he had lived, gotten up and went to his company practically every single day. He made changes for Alina, but now it was time he had came back.

The moment he pulled up in front of the huge security gate, his guards were quick to open them. His mansion was almost like a kingdom. It was huger than the one in Denver. The driveway was set up in a circular motion, and a huge waterfall rested in the middle.

He was pleased to see that everything was still being taken care of and given attention, even in his absence of being there. Both his assistants had gotten a few weeks off to go and visit their families. He could manage without them for a few weeks, anyway.

His men had followed him back, and were right behind him with Bryce in one of the cars. He ordered them to bring him to the torture room, which was located at the other end of the mansion. No one was allowed except for Tristan and the men he permitted.

Once he shut off his engine, he opened the door and got out. Alina took no action in moving a muscle. Just as he was about to carry her inside, she snapped back into her senses and slapped his hand away harshly.

"I don't need your help. I can't do it myself." She gritted angrily through clenched teeth and got up out of the passengers seat.

He put his hands up in surrender. "Well you certainly wasn't making any effort in moving, so..." He trailed off and she glared at him.

"So...nothing. Do not think just because you are influential and powerful, you have any rights over me or can take it upon yourself to do whatever, because you will not cross my personal space. I will not tolerate it, whatsoever at all." Her voice held much confidence and because of that, he listened carefully.

Tristan wasn't in the least scared of Alina, but her new attitude was more than serious and held so much dominance, he was starstruck for a few moments. He didn't think she'd ever grow such a powerful aura around her. If he wasn't built up in a way where nothing intimidated him, she would have surely done so.

"Sure, your wish is my command." He obeyed her demand for personal space and privacy. It was the least he could give after what he had done.

They walked inside, much needed distance away from each other while doing so. The moment she stepped foot inside, she wasn't astonished or astounded in any way. Typical ruthless billionaire's like him lived in huge and expensive luxury. It wasn't anything new now.

She didn't have it in her to check out the place or give it any thought other than it was just a typical billionaire typed mansion. She didn't care about the exterior or interior anymore. The man who owned such luxury, was a cutthroat and barbarous cold hearted callous bastard who didn't give a fuck about anyone or how his actions affect others, as long as it benefited and pleased him.

She was done being impuissant, always at his mercy and assailable. Alina had enough of being walked over and dealing with the after effects alone. If she was going to be forced to live a different lifestyle, she was going to become assertive and having just as much authority as Tristan. She was no longer going to be some subservient who did wharever he commanded.

Alina looked around absent-mindedly. She noticed a few things about the home which were different from the other one she stayed at. Unlike that one, this mansion had stairs, two sets on each side, which traveled up to meet each other at the very top of the stairwell. It was elegantly beautiful, and if she wasn't in such a numb state, she would have probably taken some time to adore it.

Her eyes sweeped her surroundings, but the sparkle in her eyes she used to have, the ones when she had been fascinated with the beauty of interior design, wasn't there anymore. She took in everything without a thought in her head.

Tristan had been glancing at her and noticing how she reacted to his home. Just like he figured, nothing in her expression changed. Her face was stoic and her eyes held no life. It was like she wasn't living to have happiness and hope, she was living to live and survive in this cruel world. He had done that to her and pulled her soul away from her body.

Once she thoroughly looked at the home with no emotion, she stared back at him and said in a cold straightforward voice, "Where is my room?".

He left his thoughts when he heard her voice, and quickly answered her question. "I'll show you," he told her, walking forward.

She followed slowly behind him and couldn't wait till she could just fall back into the dark pit. It was easier there. No problems, no life.

Tristan and Alina walked up the long staircase and turned a various amount of times, before they stopped at a door. He opened it and gestured her to go in.

"This is your room." He told her, looking directly at her face.

She didn't respond or look at him. She only took a few glances around the room and quickly locked herself into the bathroom.

He sighed loudly and left the room. 'It would take some time for her to get used all to this. Just give it some time.' He thought in his head, trying to convince him things would get better. But even he knew that his head was just trying to justify things. She would probably stay like this.

Instead of a shower, Alina took her time and soaked her body in the huge marbled bathtub, filled with hot water and different requisite products to soothe her body physically, although it wouldn't do much to help her mentally.

Once she dried herself and found a pair of comfortable clothes, she walked to the huge bed in the middle of the room and covered her body with the duvet. She didn't sleep that night. Guilt of what she had done made it impossible.

Her eyes were droopy and exhausted, but she refused to close them. She stared out in the dark night, the bright stars in the sky and a few elegant lights, brightening the night.

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Once Tristan checked his emails for any important files or documents, he went to the east wing of the mansion, which was at the very end of the other side.

He unlocked the door with his facial recognition, and walked inside to find Bryce sat on the chair. His hands were already binded behind him and a blindfold was over his eyes.

His men was at the far end, keeping close eyes on him while they waited for their boss's next instructions. Tristan had told them to leave so he could have a word with him.

Once they exited the room, he took a deep breath to stay calm now that he had him all to himself. His brain wanted to beat the shit out of him until he was a lifeless piece of shit, but he stayed rooted in his spot.

"Who are you, and why did you bring me here?" He then spoke, his voice filled with venom, but confidence. He didn't show a bit of vulnerability.

Tristan chuckled out, cruelly. "Oh, you'll know soon..." He replied in a deathly tone. "And once you do, then maybe you'll think twice about messing with the son of a mafia leader."

TO BE CONTINUED.....