Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Four: Lisa

“Wake up . . .” He called as his soothing voice washed my worries away. There was no hint of fear left in me.

“Wake up dear . . .” His sound raised up to a level as his hands caressed my cheek.

I was lost in the pleasure of the moment and the warmth his eyes were furnishing me. But I didn’t want to wake yet.

Something was pulling me out of this dream and the fear of losing him overwhelmed me. I cringed at the thought of losing him.

He was closing the proximity between us, invading my private space, breathing the air I exhaled out.

His lips leaned in on my face but before I could kiss him, I blinked and swooned at the image of the person, especially his glowing lethal eyes.

“Wake up Lisa!” I found myself kicking and screaming as a body quickly wrapped around mine.

I needed to get as far away from him as humanly possible but the grip was too strong and I found myself yelping to be freed.

“Shh . . .” A sound hissed in my ears holding me more compactly yet gently close to the person’s body.

“It’s me, just me.” A bell rang in the back of my head as I processed that voice in my memory card and found an exact match.

“Jenna.” I sobbed holding onto her.

Despite the comfort and warmth her body was releasing at me, I was cold and uncomfortable. I felt my waist below completely drowned in water while my front was pressed close to hers.

A blush slowly crept on my face as we drew back from the hug and she quickly averted her gaze, ensuring my well-being first.

I threw my arms against my bare chest and looked down into the water, hoping she’d get it before I had to drown my entire figure inside the tub.

“I’ll be in your room.” She rose to her feet and left without another glimpse but leaving the door ajar.

I hurriedly got out of the tub and fetched the dress from the peg on the wall. I slipped it on roughly, almost forgetting about the fact that my body was still wet and needed a towel.

I grabbed a towel from another peg and wrapped it around my hair, up in a bun. I then walked out into the room, ready to be scolded.

Her eyes budged from her lap to me and scanned my skin up and down until she was satisfied. Even then dissatisfaction was apparent on her face.

I looked down at the floor, ready for her to scowl and tell me how foolish I was but nothing came out. She was blank.

Waiting and waiting, the tick-tock of the clock reverberated around the corners of the room.

The sun had almost vanished behind the peak of mountains, leaving only the murky rays to spread out, marking the beginning of a shady twilight.

I didn’t realize I’d slept the entire afternoon in vain. Even though it was refreshing, it was going to intervene with my night sleep.

That was how I felt these days. My mornings would be tiring and I end up losing myself in a deep nap—however at nights, I was wide awake.

During the nights, I felt the most energetic when the moon was high up in the clouds and the stars danced to a rhythm I wasn’t accustomed to, yet.

“That’s the fourth time.” Jenna started gaining my undivided attention. I didn't understand what she meant and gave her a look.

“I mean the fourth time in bath and numerous times in bed. You scream and wake up forcibly like you’re trying to escape something,” She stopped to stare at me and studied me intently, “or someone . . .” She finished.