"𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲."
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Elena's life is flipped upside down when her sister runs away on her wedding day and she is forced to marry her husband who despises her.
He hates her with...
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|Elena Beaumont|
I snapped my eyes open when a familiar smell wafted past my nostrils.
I turned around with furrowed brows, surprised by how quick Xavier had moved. He sat on a white couch directly facing me with his left leg bent and crossed over his right knee.
He had a lit cigarette in one hand, the other holding something I couldn't see as it dangled off the couch. He was smoking and I couldn't help but get reminded of Delilah's smoking habit.
"Sebastian's claims wouldn't spring from nowhere, would they?" I reasoned, watching him blow smoke out of his mouth. "He wouldn't just accuse you of shit from nowhere."
"That's what I'm trying to figure out but since he's acting the way he is, there's no hope of finding any valid information about what triggered such a vile and characterless accusation."
Speaking about it seemed to work him up and make him angry. I couldn't tell whether he was telling the truth or not. It was too soon to be picking sides with no backing evidence.
"How close were you two?" I took a different approach with a small sigh.
Xavier sighed heavily, withdrawing his cigarette from his mouth. "Not close close, but close enough to know she didn't deserve Sebastian and one way or the other, she'd show her true colours and let the mask fall from Sebastian's face. I just didn't expect it to be this stupid and unexpected."
I cocked my brow, processing his words. "Stupid?"
"You're not fucking dense, Elena, and you must have thought about this at least once," he pointed out. "Why run away from the source with a measly portion of his net worth when you could stay and have it all?"
I swallowed hard, a nagging thought floating through my mind. "Makes sense."
"Exactly my point. Running away kinda seems fishy and unlikely unless she was all in for a jump scare. I just need to sniff it out, get facts and prove my innocence and maybe uncover this entire fiasco on behalf of that deranged psycho."
His words made so much sense they made me feel guilty. I'd been so quick to feel resentment towards Delilah for taking off so suddenly, but what if it hadn't been her choice? What if she'd been kidnapped or something of that sort?
The letter she'd left with the twins was clearly written in her handwriting, apologising for leaving the way she had, but what if someone had forced her to write it?
I took a deep breath, a sense of panic resurfacing. Why did I still feel she was capable of pulling this off even with Xavier's reasoning? Was it perhaps because of that incident five years ago that I still couldn't trust my own sister despite all the years that'd passed by?
I needed a distraction and to think straight first without being too judegemental. I looked at Xavier who now had his eyes closed, his cigarette held up by his hand.
