Salvation lies within the recesses of her heart. Can he claim it as his own?
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╰┈⫸ 𝑺 𝒀 𝑵 𝑶 𝑷 𝑺 𝑰 𝑺:
𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢'𝐬 life takes a harrowing turn on her best friend's wedding day when an anonymous man crashes the ce...
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Fate has a way of letting things happen that people deem entirely impossible, even moments before they occur. Like Elena Bernardi's wedding, a day that was supposed to be brimming with happiness. It now felt like only moments ago that a heavy storm crashed in, wreaking havoc in many innocent people's lives, turning what was meant to be a blissful day into ashes.
And the only one still reeling from its effects was my pathetic self, now bound to a man who was the sole cause of the misery of the two most important people in my life.
Rafael de Luca would paint my life red, that much I knew. If he didn't kill me, he would kill my soul, and I'd be able to do nothing except watch as my life withered away like a wilting flower, like a tree dying to its roots.
Now, standing amidst the mansion's lifelessness, despite its opulent grandeur, its aristocracy ringing off the gold-painted walls, I felt the grievous emotion of loneliness settling deep within.
The man lurking behind me, who promised me my ruin, only watched as I burned in my rage, hurt, and hate.
"Walk, wife."
His taunting whisper reached my ear when I lost myself in my miserable thoughts, forcing me to come out and grasp the more miserable reality.
And I did.
I walked, obeying his word.
The entirety of the mansion resembled a palace, and the quiet within it was scary. Rafael's steps were right behind mine, yet he seemed far away. He walked slowly, eerily soundless. Like a predator with its prey.
And this predator is far, far scarier than the monsters. Because this one knew emotions, and knew how to cause hurt, along with the hunt.
I stopped in my tracks only after reaching the stairs that led to a large hallway. It was completely dark above. I saw nothing when I looked up.
"I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"
For the first time in hours, I decided to talk. "Where am I going?"
I heard a snicker in response at first, and then I felt breath on my neck, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
"To where you sleep tonight, sweetheart."
My breath hitched, and I turned my neck for the first time. There were many questions laid on the tip of my tongue.
Where do I sleep tonight?
Do I have to share a bed with you?
Will you force me?
The last one left a bitter taste on my tongue. I never saw this man as abominable enough to force a woman, but I never saw him as virtuous enough to let an innocent live either. The thoughts are testaments to my trust, and I have no faith in him.
