Beneath The Veil Of Desire

His Anger

Heaven was wearing a royal blue dress, her natural makeup enhancing her beauty. Every day, I thanked God for bringing her into my life. My happiness felt incomplete until she fully accepted me as her husband. If she ever did, I knew I would be on cloud nine.

Now, I was at my office, missing her terribly. It had been six hours since I last saw her. I felt a pang of guilt because her tears, which were always shed in my presence, were usually because of me. She trembled when she was near me, and I hated to see her sad. I longed to see her beautiful smile.

To me, Heaven was something special, a miracle that had come into my life unexpectedly, and I had welcomed her with open arms. I wasn't one to easily accept people, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from my new obsession. She was simply too beautiful not to be obsessed with. I needed to stay calm and support her through the pain she was going through, pain that was my fault.

I was brought back from my thoughts when someone entered my office without knocking. It was Rose, wearing a revealing black dress and a seductive smile. I couldn't stand her presence.

"What the hell are you doing here, Rose?" I asked, frustration evident in my voice. She was acting strangely, and her seductive demeanor annoyed me.

"I'm here to meet my handsome brother-in-law," she replied provocatively, biting her lip.

"Did you forget your manners, or should I teach you?" I retorted.

"Yes, please, Mr. Jacob Knight, at least you would spend some time with me, not with my cheap step-sister, The one I hate the most," She leaned over my desk, her voice oozing temptation.

"Jacob, I've come to discuss something... rather scandalous. It's about Heaven."

My irritation was palpable. "Rose, what is it now? I don't have time for your games."

Ignoring my frustration, she continued with her sultry tone. "You see, Jacob, I've heard some disturbing things about Heaven's past. There are whispers that she was involved in things you wouldn't approve of."

My anger simmered beneath the surface, and I glared at her. "Rose, you have no right to question Heaven's character or her past. She's my wife, and I trust her completely."

Rose pressed on, her seductive efforts falling flat. "But Jacob, you need to know the truth. She might not be the person you think she is."

I couldn't contain my rage any longer. "Enough, Rose! I won't allow you to spread baseless accusations or try to seduce me. My trust in Heaven is unwavering, and your interference won't change that."

Her words infuriated me. How could she say such things about Heaven?

"Enough, Rose!" I growled, my anger bubbling to the surface. I wanted to confront her, to make her pay for her words. She seemed frightened by my sudden outburst, realizing she had gone too far.

"How dare you, Rose!" I shouted, anger coursing through me. I called for security, determined to remove her from my office as soon as possible.

My office felt like a pressure cooker, and my anger simmered just beneath the surface. Heaven's well-being was my top priority, and anyone who posed a threat to her would face my wrath. As Rose continued to scream and rant while being escorted out by the guards, I couldn't help but seethe with anger.

Her words, her audacity to insult Heaven, fueled the fire burning within me. The door slammed shut behind her, and I took a deep breath, attempting to regain control of my emotions. Anger had always been a part of me, an uncontrollable force that often led to impulsive decisions. It was a side of me that I had worked hard to suppress, especially around Heaven. I knew I had to calm down. Heaven was my priority, and my anger issues could only endanger her further. I glanced at the framed photo of us on my desk. It was a reminder of the love and care I felt for her, the very emotions that often eluded me when anger took hold.

**Heaven's point of view**

The bedroom door burst open, and I shrieked in response to the loud noise. My heart raced as I turned around and saw Jacob entering, his eyes blazing with anger. His jaw was clenched tight, and he wasted no time in loosening his tie, discarding his jacket, and rolling up his sleeves.

He began pacing back and forth, muttering words under his breath, his anger palpable and frightening. I could hardly make out what he was saying, but it was clear that he was seething with rage.

Then, without warning, Jacob erupted. He grabbed the vase from the side table and hurled it to the floor. The glass shattered into countless tiny, spiky fragments. I whimpered in fear, my heart pounding, because of his controlled but terrifying anger.
My body trembled with fear as I watched Jacob's anger consume him. He seemed like a force of nature, unrelenting and unpredictable. I had never seen him like this before, and it terrified me.

Jacob's pacing continued his words a jumbled stream of frustration and anger. The shattered vase on the floor was a stark reminder of his uncontrollable rage. I dared not move, afraid that any sudden action might provoke him further.

I had always known about Jacob's temper, but I had never witnessed it in full force until now. The intensity of his anger sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but feel like I was walking on a tightrope, unsure of what might set him off.

Finally, Jacob's storm seemed to subside. He stopped pacing and took a deep breath, his chest heaving as he tried to regain his composure. The room was filled with tense silence, broken only by the sound of my rapid breathing.

"Ja... Jacob...!" I stuttered, my voice trembling. He looked at me with a lingering anger that sent chills down my spine.

Jacob was sitting on a sofa, a cigarette in hand, and he was about to light it when I walked in. He took a drag of the cigarette, his expression still heavy with anger.

I gathered my courage and asked, "Are you alright?" His gaze remained unyielding, his chest rising and falling with each deliberate breath.

With a pounding heart, I took a small step closer, but he stood there, unmoving. Another step, and then I stopped, the unease growing with every passing second. I asked again, my voice quivering, "Are you okay, Jacob?"

Without a word, he began to approach me, his eyes fixated on me. Fear crept through me, and I started to step back until my hip met the unyielding wall.

His eyes were cold, terrifyingly so, and his gaze was intense, making my heart race. I couldn't fathom what was happening in his mind, and his strange command, "Come here!" sent a shiver down my spine.

For a moment, his words hung in the air, and then I realized he wanted me to move closer. My heart raced, and I took a hesitant step forward. I looked at him, trying to discern his intentions, but all I saw in his eyes was anger, which only deepened my fear.

"Closer!" His voice was commanding, and I shivered as I moved closer until our toes were just inches apart. I cautiously looked up at his face, my fear apparent in my trembling gaze. I had never been this close to him before, and the intensity of his anger left me shaking, fearing what might happen next.