The killer of her best friend wants her. What happens when the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur?
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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 whe...
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I had half-expected to be awake the entire night. Somehow, I had a peaceful slumber and woke up with a lighter head. Streams of sunlight flowed through the curtains, giving the dark room a dim glow. Remembering where I am right now, my mood dampened a little.
The room, though belonging to my enemy, still brought a sense of tranquility. I couldn't piece together why. Either mourning brought acceptance, or I'm just going crazy.
I could sigh in frustration all I wanted, but for now, I needed a plan. A plan to escape this farce of a marriage.
I regretted my mistake again and again. For the first time in my life, I could say I did something that didn't make me proud. Shame.
Suddenly, I heard a creak from the other side of the door, the knob turning slightly. Warily, I gripped the edge of the bed and pulled the duvet closer to my body. But then... no one came in.
I was certain someone was outside. But they chose not to come inside. It was both relieving, and suspicious.
Curiosity gnawed at me, intrusive thoughts demanding I leave the bed to see who was at the door just now. I clamped down on those thoughts.
I do not deem Rafael de Luca someone upright enough to give me space and choose not to disturb me at who-knows-what time. The man is provocative through and through, always drawn to pushing one to their edge until all they have before them is him, and after... is nothing.
I'm only speaking from the experience of less than twenty-four hours with the man. What happens ahead is, of course, uncertain, given the shroud of my dubious fate covering my eyes.
Dejectedly, I removed the duvet from my body, deciding there was no more reason to stay lazy and sleep my miseries away in bed, though my body was screaming at me to.
A wave of pain rushed through my head the moment I stood up, fleetingly turning me immobile as my body forced me to give up on my legs. But I stood up still and even, looking ahead of me as darkness surrounded my sight.
Am I fainting?
A strange sensation washed over my body, and I tried to blink away the sudden fear gripping my insides.
Did... did he drug me?
I had slept like the dead last night, which never happened before in my life. Somehow my consciousness is always there, even in slumber. But I do not remember a thing from last night after I fell on the bed.
Well, except for the nasty attitude the great Rafael de Luca pulled.
For a moment, I thought I was going to collapse. But... then I didn't, and as if everything that just happened to my body was a goddamn dream, I could see clearly again and stand upright.
