𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚
25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him.
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth per...
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I couldn't help but tremble as me and Elliott walked inside his mansion, side by side. It was already one at the morning when we left the venue. Ever since we have entered the car, Elliott hasn't even glanced at me once, let alone talk with me.
I knew he was mad at me just by seeing his cold face. He kept clenching and unclenching his jaw as we went up the stairs. I was scared for my life for what I was about to face soon. I know he won't spare me. But I still don't regret a thing that I said to him. He needed to hear the truth.
My heart almost leaped out of my throat when I heard the door of his bedroom door slam shut. I turn around fearfully and saw it was Elliott who shut it. He turned towards me with a smile, a sadistic, chilling smile which sent a shiver down my spine.
"Are you ready for our first night together as husband and wife, my love?"
That was all I needed to hear before I took a run for the bathroom. I almost tripped over my long gown but still managed to make inside the bathroom and slam the door shut, even though I very well knew that there was no escape from him.
I slid down on the floor and cupped my hands over my mouth, muffling the loud sobs that tried leaving my lips. A flinch came out from me each time he banged on the door like a crazy person, seconds away from breaking it.
"Open the fucking door, Sirena, right now!"
His infuriated yells reverberated around the bathroom, causing me to shrink against the wall. My heart was vibrating in fear. I wanted to disappear or better yet, die. I was terrified of what he was talking about. I knew he would try something tonight and there is absolutely nothing that can stop him.
My breath got stuck in my throat when I heard the clicking sound of keys come from outside. The doorknob kept twisting and turning in a frantic manner, as I dug my nails into my palm out of sheer panic.
He has the keys.
Jumping up to my wobbly feet, I scramble across the bathroom once the door smashes open, pieces of wood falling on the floor. A large hand grips my hair from behind in fists, yanking me back harshly.
I jumped up in fright and was about to run inside the shower when the door slammed open. But before I could, a hand pulled my hair back with so much force that it felt like it was going to leave my scalp.
"Let me go!" I shouted, shedding tears of terror as Elliott dragged me inside his bedroom by my hair. His disheveled appearance made him look even scarier, not to mention how his aura turned more chilly and dark. He looked psychotic.
