𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗕𝗬𝗦𝗦 {Slow update}

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 3

Eveline

"You were going to tell him." Elena shot me with a glare and I sighed.

I was now sure that Alaric knew about Neill and I but he didn't know everything about what happened between us. Yet he was going to marry me, thinking I was pure. 

"Of course I was going to tell him, Elena. Whether it's a marriage of convenience or not, he needs to know the truth." He needs to know he's not marrying a virgin.

Elena sighed, wrapping her warm arms around me.

"Eveline, you're my sister and I love you a lot. But telling him now would make things complicated."

"You want me to have a hard married life then?"

She stiffened and looked at me.

"I... I didn't mean that..."

Tears filled in her eyes and I cupped her cheeks, a smile making its way on my face.

"I know you didn't, Elena. This is why I will tell him the truth before the marriage. The rest would be in his hands."

She nodded understandingly and wiped away her tears.

"I want you to be happy again, Eveline. That's my biggest wish."

Piece of my heart shattered at her words and I watched her walk away, leaving me alone again.

Being happy once used to be how I felt everyday but not anymore. The day he left, a big part of me died too and I doubted if I would ever be happy again.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and I sank down on the floor, my heart aching again. As the days went by, I thought I had gotten used to the melancholy and agony.

But I was wrong.

Very wrong.

The wounds were still fresh, bleeding and vulnerable. The pain, too unbearable for my own sanity. I wondered how was I still surviving with so much pain.

I wanted to be healed. Desperate to be taken care of. But I didn't think I would ever be healed. Never ever.

I was such a mess.

A hopeless broken mess.

All I wanted was redemption.

A redemption I was not sure I could handle.

I didn't think I had enough energy to go back downstairs. I wanted to be alone, with my own thoughts. I stood up and headed straight to my room, locking the door behind me.

I could still hear everyone downstairs but Alaric's voice was the one that held my attention.

"The wedding is going to be in a week's time. The quicker it would be held, the better it would be for both of our families."

One week.

In only one week, I would be his.

And I had only one week to make sure our relationship was not going to be built on a lie.

My chest constricted, my hands shaking.

According to the traditions, Alaric was thinking he was marrying a virgin. But I was not. And this was a lie, a pure deception.

I was in such a dilemma I had no idea how to get out from.

*****

"Your wedding is in a week's time." My father announced but I didn't react.