Forced Bride

Chapter # 11

He just smoothly pulled back and she couldn't bring herself to move or even say, after that signature she did forcibly. He stopped and said in a teasing tone. "Ruining your soul, darling. But, your recently became husband has to leave now." Suddenly he was more than closer to her ear, "My dear.. Wife."

She turned her face to him, he pulled away a bit and she began to glare at him yet tears stopped in her eyes. "I'm. Not. Your. Wife-"

"Oh, listen to me, okay? I like your energy, but save it for our wedding night, sweetheart. Which would be held I guess.. Tomorrow night?" He said and raised his eyebrows.

All the rushing anger and crushing self would not let her say anything to that disgusting soul at this moment, and just grit her teeth. Expecting anything from him. He made a playful face, walked out of the room without uncuffing her hand.

He came out of the room and did not lock it as she cant move away from the chair for now, and said to the servant, "Give her something to eat. I want her alive before our wedding." He ordered and left.

Brian was roaming outside his home restlessly, and when he finally saw Ebert walking from ahead, he ran to him and began to say anxiously. "Where were you? I called you so many times, I was so worried, Ebert. Did you get to know anything about Francesca? Has she come back home? Did you see her? Are you here to tell me she is at home? Anything?-"

"Brian. Brian, Brian.. Come to your senses, please.."

Brian took several breaths, and saw how Ebert was looking tired out like he, himself, was all night. Still missing the part there was another reason as well. Ebert gulped and tried to say,

"I.. I thought I should visit Francesca's friend who lives nearby, and ask if she has come here. She also talked to her before the trip. And I just came back to you as well. Just now."

Brian was listening to him carefully, but left again on that point. Ebert took his attention and took one of the most unwanted trusts he wanted right now. "Also, Brian.. John. he hasn't come back as well. We still are not sure where he is, and if he really did something to her."

Brian placed his hand on his forehead and turned his back. "I can peacefully die after I'll know just where you are, Francesca. I don't want anything else at this moment.." He mumbled and controlled his tears.

Only Ebert knew how he stopped himself to outburst his feelings which only he was going through. He saw his sister in a situation they couldn't have dreamed of, and his best friend to live the moment, also he couldn't have dreamed of, that was because of him.

Francesca's tears were not coming to a halt. Nothing she could do while she sat on that chair, not knowing if she could do anything for her.

What has happened to me.. I wish it would be just a nightmare.. I.. I couldn't believe I- I really signed those papers, I forcibly got married to a man who wants to kill Brian till he tortured him enough? Who forced me all the way he wanted? No..

In this moment of disbelief, the door opened and the maid brought the tray of food enough to keep her alive until the wedding which he said would be. She put it on the table in front of her, told her what John had said that she should do for what he brought her here but even until she left that doesn't make Francesca to even stop crying from the moment she began. Also thought,

Ebert.. What possibly you would be doing after killing my emotions?

John was on his way out of his mansion when his uncle stopped him, "Come here." He called him in a ruthless tone from a bit afar.

John unwillingly looked back, he was sitting across the huge hall and waiting for him to come to him. He cursed him under his breath, probably hating him for whatever reason and walked to him as he knew he had to explain what his uncle also saw.