Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Thirty Three: Lisa

Edward is an idiot!

What was he possibly thinking putting me up to something like that? Persuade her. Persuading my foot!

She was an angry bird, waiting for someone to open her cage and free her wings made of anger. I could only imagine what damage she’d do to me once she found out about what he was planning for her.

I swore if it turned out like that, I’d simply choose the narrow path and tell her I was just another victim whom she could relate.

The idea was indeed amazing and it’d give every one of us a great relief from all the worry and pain we’ve been caused by the recent events but it was an absurd plan—an absurdly amazing plan.

I still couldn’t believe I heard it from him—that he could actually think of something like that.

There was still so much I didn’t know about him and so much I sought to know.

I knocked twice on the door of my nightmare. I didn’t know why I feared her so much and why I was always so nervous around her but it was just her sassy attitude that sent awful creeps all over my body.

I couldn’t steady my breath around her; she intimidated me more than Edward or any of those male predators.

However after what happened with Malcolm this morning, I’d state otherwise. To some extent I did believe I was dead though I fortunately survived.

Malcolm had given me a piece of memory to dwell over whenever he’d come face to face with me—I didn’t want that, not for anytime soon.

I should’ve been angry at Malcolm for chocking me although I couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. There was sadness in his eyes, a worry.

He shouldn’t have burst out the way he did and I shouldn’t forgive him so easily. I knew that.

I just couldn’t help but get drawn to the reason that bound him to react in such an irrational way.

The doorknob twisted and turned as the door swung opened. I was instantly caught in her eyes, her striking hazel eyes that appeared to be out of ordinary as they captured me in their mesmerizing beauty.

Her lips abruptly formed a thin line showing disgust at my presence.

Her brows creased and her lips kept changing their shape as if she was trying to figure something out.

She was gazing me up and down whilst I kept gazing into her beautiful eyes, lost in nervousness, fear and in a state of awe.

She waved her hands in front of my face bringing me back to reality, a reality in which I was prying into her precious time without any prominent reason at all—just a plan she’d possibly kill me for being a part of.

“Are you here to gawk or what?” She questioned in annoyance.

God help me! I squealed in my mind.

“I need to talk about something.” I said in my familiar old naïve posture.

“Then bother Edward or someone else.” She said before slamming the door shut.

I fixated my hand at the edge of the door to stop it from slamming. My guess was, when the door had stopped, that she must’ve not waited to see if it was locked.

I used the opportunity to invite myself in her room.

Her house was one of the biggest houses and her room was surely just as gorgeous as herself.

The mattress was of silk and linen, the bed was king-sized and the room was as big as a foyer. The floor was tiled and several other doors were leading to a variety of new rooms.