Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Fourteen: Lisa

Should I believe my eyes or my sanity? From the events that had been lately occurring, perhaps I'd have to go with my eyes because there was no way all of these could fit into my sanity.

But was I anymore sane? These questions were the least of my problems.

Right now I needed answers as to how in this world there could be two of them. Did the universe hate me so much to multiply my problems? Was I being punished for my forgotten sins?

How could there be two of them! My mind was literally screaming at me for all the probable possibilities.

If vampires could be true than doppelgangers were mere innate magical beings. Perhaps he had an identical twin?

That was the sanest answer I could prepare to notify my bursting brain.

So which one of them was my Edward? Wait! Did I just refer him as mine? I needed a break!

The new Edward's face burnt with anger, rage that I feared to predict his next actions. What would he do?

He, who was standing afar away and gazing at the Edward in front of me with a murderous thought, he could be my Edward. Otherwise he wouldn’t be so short-tempered after seeing me like this.

From all I'd encountered in few minutes and my calculation stated that that kiss wasn't from the real Edward. I did not kiss him.

So he didn't hurt me―oh! That thought brought both a relief and guilt. I’d let a stranger kiss me! My first kiss . . . I wondered if I had been happy if somehow the kiss was from . . . no! Stop!

My mind was flooded with overwhelming guilt that I didn't realize the imposter still staring at me and Edward glaring at him.

It was an awkward situation as I was overwhelmed by guilt, Edward was drawn by anger, and the imposter was staring down at me with his lustful eyes.

It was as if he hadn't yet gotten aware of Edward's aura but if he was a vampire than he was more than aware of the burning gaze shooting at his direction.

I instantly was proven correct when he drew me firmly in his embrace such that my back was pressed against his front and his left arm was snaked around my neck.

I was face to face with Edward even if we're ten paces away.

"It’s nice to see you here." The imposter’s voice changed.

His accent thickened and his tone became more malicious and evil when he spoke out. His right arm curved around my stomach and his mouth rested on my shoulder and then drew up again.

I could feel his coldness around me with the scarce supply of distance between us.

His breath was as well cold as his skin. And by virtue of his chin on my bare shoulder, I could tell he wasn't clean-shaven as the small spikes of his beard pierced into my skin.

"Let. Her. Go." Edward murmured with clenched teeth and frightening enough it made me jump even in that suffocating grasp.

"Careful there young man. You're scarring the damsel in distress." He murmured bringing me closer—as if we could get any closer than we already were.

Edward's fists clenched. His teeth gritted now and then and eventually he gave up the self-control taking me by surprise.

He ran towards us and I closed my eyes as if to prevent what was going to happen from happening.

Nothing happened.

I was confused and startled because I felt a wave cut through my face and then it was dead silent. I gathered the courage to open my eyes and braced myself for whatever stood ahead.