Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Forty One: Lisa

The door behind me bunged with a loud thump and bolted subsequently whilst I had to stand there alone with my own feelings, clogging them from overwhelming me.

That imposter in Edward’s body, I’d heard him talking to Mason about some preparations for tonight and most probably I’d have to attend this scheming of them.

Although I wouldn’t have even let out a pitiful squeal if I were to lie here all day—the wound in my back hurt really bad.

Getting abstracted from the pain and panic building up in my chest, my eyes took on the assignment to capture a good view of the monster room I was given.

The walls were a deep shade of maroon not surprisingly since the vampires appeared moderately obsessed with this color.

There was a dressing table with all sorts of necessities and a door to the right of the two beds which supposedly was the washroom.

And point to be noted, there wasn’t even a single hole in the room for allowance of fresh air from outside, one that wasn’t contaminated with the odor of blood.

As my eyes hovered over the quite a few clues in the room, I was soon struck with the realization that this wasn’t a room for a guest.

This wasn’t a plush hospitality; this was a deluxe confinement, a grand five star prison perhaps. I could already feel my keeper’s mocking smirk beaming deviously at me.

I was mad. I didn’t what else I’d expected of these bloodthirsty monsters but I was extremely furious and sad. I was imprisoned by their lord and my only escape out of here was fighting his own battle.

I wish Edward doesn’t turn out like her. I won’t be able to forgive myself if that ever happened.

Drained and exhausted, compelled by my body’s reactions I skimmed towards one of the two small beds with white and grey coverlets. 

Without much thought I lunged onto the nearest one and snuggled into the quilt like a little girl. It was really cold out here but those nonsensical vampires felt nothing.

My eyes fluttered open and close, I was a little more comfortable for my liking. However, it felt good to eventually relax after a long suffering in that ship. It was good to ultimately sleep without feeling like I’d puke my insides out any moment.

I hugged myself as the bitter reminder of this cruel place hit me in the outward appearance of cold enveloping around me.

I was on the verge of breaking down; the hot streams were all geared up to slither down my reddening eyes.

“Are you okay?” The voice was angelic, singing a lullaby to my aching heart as I clutched around the quilt tighter.

It was all my imagination, this voice was solely in my mind, haunting me with the sweetest tone ever.

I felt a warm hand brush on my cheeks and tugged the golden strands behind my ears. My face became perceptible to the voice and hers took a humanly form in front of my eyes.

I was startled at first, believing that this was just a vindictive game of my mind, it was just a sickening old trick but I wouldn’t fall for such hallucinations, not in this life at least.

My imagination was a girl in a green maxi. Her hair was loosely braided, allowing the few strand to create mess around her temples and forehead and her golden skin was adorned with several cuts and scars.

She had a beautiful glowing complexion, not the kind I’d seen to belong to any vampire by now. She was a beautiful young woman—not a girl.

Her eyes snapped at me. She looked fretted at the sight of my tears welled up eyes. She had her hands constrained from making a move towards me until she took in the scene at my back where the arrow had pierced and left a mark.