"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|
For someone who looked sick and was hesitant with his movements when we spoke earlier on, Sebastian was in a hurry to leave.
"I'll see you on Monday when we have that meeting they scheduled with the lawyers," he spoke to me, his voice barely audible. "Thanks for letting me crash last night."
I'd been trying my best not to look into his eyes this morning out of a feeling I couldn't exactly decipher, but he took it to a whole new level, failing to even look in my field of vision.
I didn't respond to his statement although part of me was curious to know the reason for his sudden departure and who he'd been on the phone with countless times, giving orders.
When he figured I wasn't responding, things became rather awkward until he cut the small talk short, walking towards the door. I just stood there watching him and wondering what the hell was going on through his mind and if he even deserved the sympathy I felt for him.
"Sebastian," I found myself calling out to him before he could pull the door open.
He turned almost instantly, his brow cocked attentively. "Yes?"
He was under pressure. His entire body language said so and he was almost sweating. I pushed it to the back of my mind, focusing on setting the record straight with him instead.
"Remember you're supposed to help in the effort to find Delilah," I reminded him firmly.
"Certainly. I'm on it," he responded.
I slowly nodded in response to his words. He waited for a few seconds as if waiting for me to say something more, but when I didn't, he left, closing the door behind him.
I sighed for the umpteenth time this morning, unfolding my arms and brushing my hair out of my face with my hand.
My head was throbbing and I was starving. I could cook, certainly, but I felt too drained to even make myself a cup of coffee despite Jenna ordering home-delivery groceries for me.
I dragged myself to the living room and plopped onto my favourite grey ottoman stool with a light sigh. I'd barely gotten any sleep the previous night, overthinking, regretting and overthinking again. How the fuck did I even get to this depressing state?
I leaned my elbows into my knees before covering my face with my hands. I hated this whiny, little bitch phase I was in. I used to feel strong and independent until I wasn't and felt like I needed someone to help me with every little thing.
My situation wasn't exactly simple so I decided I could try and be a little bit easy on myself.
I deserved it given the way everyone else in my life was treating me.
It took a short while before I felt someone's presence, like I was being watched.
I neither panicked nor felt insecure because I was familiar with that gaze and I could never go wrong with that signature scent despite how far away from me he was.
