Worshiper Of His Existence

Chapter # 35

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Falling for him was not part of the plan, everything was going smoothly.

I was mentally prepared to kill him then why was it so hard to pull the trigger?

Or that I knew from the start I couldn't yet I did this because I wanted to hold the privilege of being his wife.

I wanted to be his wife. I became. Now what?

I became selfish.

I chose him, always. From the start I had.

Still.. Still...

WHY WAS I FAILING FROM BOTH SIDES?!

I was about to fail my duty and lose him. What was I supposed to attain at this point? Fuck!

"You can't do it. You know why?" He spoke darkly. I took an apprehensive gulp from his piercing gaze.

He lifted my chin with his index finger, heartless like ever.

Smirking darkly at my vulnerability which cannot even pull the trigger as he spoke the painful truth,

"Because you are a worshiper of my existence."

I was...

A tear rolled down my cheek, the convulsion of my hands was clear. I felt utterly powerless.

I couldn't stop myself from becoming one.

"What? That was your final job, right? To kill me." He scowled, snaking his hand around my waist, pulling me closer, pressing his lower body over mine.

"So do it and end this fucking charade."

Hissing, he provoked me. Trying to push me past my limits and surrender.

My body shivered, powerless to separate my eyes from his fiery ones. Always clouded with inscrutable emotions and thoughts.

"What? Can't you do it?"

Faking compassion, a sinful but victorious smirk came to his lips.

He knew I couldn't...

"Tch, tch, tch..."

He knew all along that I couldn't bring myself to do it, that I would fail and he would use it to his advantage.

He had cornered me.

"You think I wouldn't anticipate your betrayal?" He hummed temptingly.

Taking the gun from my hand and throwing it away, staring deeply in my eyes as my hands gradually rested on his chest in distress.

My body... it was frozen. I couldn't move an inch.

What was happening to me? How could someone be this overwhelming?

What should I do?

"What's with that look? You think I don't know that a person like you could never love anyone?"

His softness converted into a growl, holding me possessively.

But my heart clenched by his taunt because in his matter I was sincere but how would I prove that I was?

When I pointed my gun at him then who would believe that I was loyal?

"For a bare moment, I was manipulated too but I knew that you were toying all this time to deceive me in the end."

'No, no, no. Please, don't call my feelings a lie.'

"I was right to never melt in your endearment. You were never a wife." He hissed and my quivering lips couldn't even tell him that none of it was a lie.