Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Twenty Seven: Lisa

“Stacy was Edward’s little sister. His mother adopted her when she was just six.”

Martha began and disappointment became clearer in her tone as she caught the pace of the story she was telling.

“Edward’s father was the commander of Mason’s army. The only mistake he made in his life was serving the wrong master.”

She sighed out, unable to continue the story showing her worn out face.

“He died when Edward was just eight.” Julie continued.

“After a few years, Merida found Stacy alone in the streets, she was an orphan and that seemed to trouble Merida so much that she decided to adopt her.”

“Edward and Stacy grew up together and they were a happy family until one day . . .” Martha paused, “Stacy was kidnapped and found dead in the bushes of the dark woods.”

“Edward looked around for her body and it took him a whole week before he finally came across her corpse. He knew from the bite marks that it was the doing of a vampire.”

My heart literally stopped for a moment. An invisible hand was wrapping around my heart, squeezing it as I tried to gasp for air.

The pain was unbearable and to think someone had actually had to see it tore my heart into shreds.

I was sobbing vigorously on the inside no matter how steady I looked physically.

“Edward has never talked about the incident with anyone. Everything we know, we know because of Merida. She’s all he’s left.”

I gave Martha a look, not understanding what she meant by that.

“He was broken when Anthony died and then Stacy. And now he has only Merida—if anything happens to her, he’d give in to death.”

I stopped breathing momentarily. Death? So if I didn’t sacrifice myself two lives would be taken away? That was no pressure at all!

Martha came closer and took my face in between her palms as her mouth softly whispered spells against my face.

“You’re the only one who can save him.” I watched her in bewilderment.

“How?” I found myself saying.

“You can give him a reason to live.” I shut my eyes at the cruelty of her words.

The way she meant it was wrong but the meaning her words formed was right.

Yes I was the only one who could save him and yes I could give him a reason to live. Merida. I would save him and give him a reason to dwell on by saving Merida.

My mind was crying even though visible tears never demonstrated themselves. I was now actually ready for it all.

I didn’t mind Edward swapping me for his mother—two lives were still greater than one.

I knew what it felt like to hold your dying mother in your arms, to listen to her stuttering words, to keep yourself from falling apart.

And at last when there was silence, when no motion or stuttering was left, when all your life seemed to be in vain and nothing was as beautiful as it used to be.

When you could only hear the uneven beating of your heart and her last words played on rewind in your head, that moment you lost it all and you lost the purpose to live when you knew there was no one waiting for you late at night to scold you for staying late outside, you knew then that the aroma of the food now would be replaced by the metallic whiff of her blood that’d gotten your hands covered like tight scarlet gloves.