Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Twenty Three: Lisa

"You did kill her." I heard Edward declaring as he took a few steps away from Christophe.

He surely looked like someone who’d just lost his favorite puppy in spite of his predatory aura leaving me in awe.

However, I was startled at every word he said, completely dazed. My head was already spinning with so much confusion and my body seemed to be preparing itself for another shock.

Vomit was reaching up to my throat, and singed the way it’d used to climb. I barely kept my head straight and my eyes opened although I had the will to pass out, I held myself knowing my body wouldn’t be able to take the aftereffects.

Now I had to face the bigger problem.

He killed me! But how could I not know it? How could I be alive then?—and so many more impossible doubts poked their way into my brain.

I'd always felt like a piece of that day was missing from my memories and based on his argument, there was probably a scene hidden before I'd met my ultimatum.

I'd probably passed out because of panic and never got to know what happened next.

But if I died then why on the earth was I still alive? Why was I walking? Why was I breathing? What was I—a living ghost?

This Mason person, a decade ago he’d demanded me to die and now he suddenly wanted me in his palace like I was some sort of precious trophy?

What on earth was going on?

As I was flipping through each question in my mind, abruptly Edward's gaze fell on me averted from Christophe’s side and caught me frozen behind a tree taller than my height.

His considerate eyes were damp with pity and empathy towards me.

If I had to guess it’d be the fact that he had used some twisting supernatural ability to read Christophe’s mind because the whole act didn’t sell anything else.

"Elizabeth." He murmured and all of a sudden I was the centre of attention.

I felt myself shrinking more and more backwards as they kept gawking at me and my arms, by instincts, folded around me, perhaps to protect myself.

I thought I was sinking back into an unknown place—possibly escaping like a little kid who’s caught eavesdropping into a matter he shouldn’t have gotten involved in—before an arm wrapped around my wrist and brought me closer.

It was Edward.

He pulled me close against his chest and ran a finger on my blushing cheek.

I kept my gaze low.

Why did he have to have such a strong impact on me?

"How is she alive then if you'd killed her?"

Malcolm asked facing towards Christophe who was now getting up on his feet again. I‘d like to know the exact same thing.

Edward kept distracting me with his sweet gesture as if he didn’t want me to hear any of that.

"I could swear I heard her heart stop beating." Christophe answered.

"I'd always felt like there was a piece missing out of my memory of that night. I could never recall what happened once you motioned towards the car." I blurted and a depressed look masked my face.

Edward slowly let go of me, letting me handle myself like a big girl.

"Trust me it's nothing pleasant you'd want to remember." Christophe answered quietly almost as if he’d meant it for himself.