Protecting Her

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Jezzabelle's POV

*A WEEK BEFORE THE WEDDING*

"Are you okay?" A familiar deep voice asks.

I knew someone was asking me something but the loud gunshot sound was still ringing in my ears. My body was being shaken by the person shouting at me beside the bed but all I could focus on was the lifeless body laying on me with the pool of blood oozing out of it and all over both myself and the bed.

"Listen to me! Are you okay?! Did he hurt you and the baby?!" The voice shouts again before the sight of men lifting the dead body off me, brought me out of my frozen state.

"You killed him"

I gasp out trying to breathe after noticing how long my body was to stunned to move.

"He had it coming"

"But he's your son!"

"Honestly, I've been dying to put a bullet in him way before your father even proposed the idea of this stupid arrange marriage"

My eyes watched in horror as Aleksander gestured his men to leave the body on my bed before lifting me into his arms. I was going to protest against being in this psychotic man's arms but when he snapped his finger, I almost fainted when his men took that signal to throw a lighter on the bed that now looked more like a crime scene out of a 'Saw' movie than the soft bed I have been sleeping in for the past 2 and a half weeks.

"With that problem gone, I can finally get rid of that stupid woman in my bed. As much as I like having a woman that does everything I ask, it gets boring after so many years. I mean, its not like I don't get that already from the whores I have at my every beck and call everywhere else around the world. But with the last thing she had connecting herself to me now on fire and currently being thrown out to the back garden of my house, I will now be going ahead with the wedding plans but the grooms suit will be used on me" He explains before sitting me in a large bath tub.

"You can get washed up now while I go start on telling our maids what the newly engaged pair will be having tonight for dinner" He says with a smirk before kissing my blood stained cheek and walking away.

Now sitting in this expensive and luxurious bathroom alone, I began to release all my inner emotions out in loud sobs and an ugly cry. For the past 2 and a half weeks I've been keeping my emotions in due to not wanting to look weak towards the enemy, but now that one of the enemies was just killed by the other heartless enemy, I didn't know what to do anymore.

On one side of all this, I was happy that the father of my unborn child was alive. But on the other side, I was undeniably doomed to being forced to marry a psychotic man that just killed his own flesh and blood right in front of me.

What the hell was he going to do once he was going to force me down the aisle next week?! Is he going to kill me or use and abuse me like what his crazy son was about to do to me less than 5 minutes ago?

"Princess? You okay in there?" Aleksander asks through the door as I quickly wipe my tears before washing Viktor's blood off my body.

"I had your clothes moved into my large walk in one since we'll be sharing my bedroom now" He added which caused more tears to fall under the shower water.