I was taught from birth, through force, how to be perfect for him, how to obey everything he said, and how to be his devoted follower. I was being prepared to become his perfect wife. But when he came, he brought someone else with him, making me the...
Kian whispered, broken, "Without her, there's no me, Nevan... I'll die without her."
Third Person's POV...
Kian stared silently at Crystal's face, looking at her with a multitude of emotions in his eyes, but mostly fear—fear of losing her.
What have I done... he whispered, lying down beside Crystal and hugging her tightly. His tears flowed toward Crystal's arm, and Kian pressed his body closer to hers, clutching her tightly with his large arms.
I should have explained... Birdy... but I am a coward. I am a coward in your love. I thought I would lose you, so I didn't do this. Please give me a chance; I will make everything okay. I will make everything right; I promise. Just one chance, he said, his voice cracking with each tear, while Crystal lay there silently...
...
Let's go back to their wedding day...
"MOM, DAD, WE ARE GOING TO ITALY, OUR NEW HOME!" Kian shouted out, leaving with Crystal. Meanwhile, Mr. Win and Mrs. Win looked at each other before bursting into laughter.
Finally, their son was married to no one other than Crystal. The guests were having food while discussing business, while the women talked about jewelry and dresses.
Meanwhile, a man stood still, looking at the gate where Kian had left with Crystal...
...
"Sir has told us to release you; you can go back," a man in black said. The man, around fifteen, nodded with a wine glass in his hand. He turned to his right, looking at the young boy in his twenties, and said...
"We can go back, son," he said.
They both left the party, and a black car was parked outside. The same man in black gestured for them to sit, and they did. The man then left them at their house.
Once inside, the older man saw his wife running toward him, her teary eyes searching for her son.
"Oh my God, baby, are you okay? Did they do something to you?" the woman said in a panicked tone, her eyes checking her son's entire body for any injuries. Finding none, she looked toward her husband and ran into his arms.
"Aron (if you don't remember him, let me tell you, he is Crystal's uncle)... I was scared," she said, clutching her husband's coat tightly while crying.
"It's okay; it's okay. See, we are fine," Aron said, patting her back softly.
"It's that bitch's daughter's fault, right? Why didn't she die along with that whore?" Lila said to her husband, her eyes and mouth spewing nothing but disgust.
After hearing that, Aron slowly broke the hug and said, "Take your son inside, Lila." She quickly nodded and grabbed her son's arm, taking him inside the room.
Meanwhile, Aron stood watching their retreating figures with an unreadable expression. He slowly made his way toward the room and took out his clothes before stepping into the shower.
The water poured over his body, trying to calm his senses, but it couldn't; his mind was filled with past images and now new ones.
His hand opened wide before going into his black hair, clutching it tightly and pulling it again and again. He tried to erase those images. The cold water kept doing its work, but his body kept getting hot.
He let out a loud shout of frustration and punched the shower tap, breaking it in one blow.
He closed his eyes and finally got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his torso, his hair still dripping with water. He picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"The tap has been broken; send someone to fix it," he said and quickly ended the call. With slow steps, he walked toward the mirror. His hand again made its way toward his wet locks, brushing them upward. He closed his eyes, and a certain image appeared in front of his mind...
His lips curved into a smirk while his eyes remained closed.
I didn't know your daughter would be this beautiful, Helen—more than you, more than anyone...
He whispered and opened his eyes, his smirk not changing even once.
...
He came downstairs, looking at all the dishes his wife had prepared for him and his son, and sat at the table, taking bites one by one. His wife was saying something, but his mind wasn't ready to listen; he just kept nodding his head.
Once dinner finished...
"I will be in the study," he informed his wife, who was busy feeding her son.
Lila nodded and passed a soft smile that never got returned. Aron went toward the study, picking out an ancient book. He sat in the chair, looking blankly at the page.
His eyes stared at the words but not to read them—just to look at them. What he wanted to read was not this book; it was that girl. What he wanted to touch was not this old thing but that new girl from his past obsession...
His one desire that he couldn't achieve, which he couldn't get just because of his brother. Just because of him. He tried many times, only to be rejected again and again. The desire he wanted to fulfill remained incomplete. But now fate had given him that chance again, and more beautiful than before—how could he let go? How could he...
He placed the book on the desk and stood straight, walking toward the window. The book was still open, fluttering its pages because of the wind coming through the open window. He looked at the dark, starry night, which appeared beautiful just like when he met her, just like when he found her...
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Name : Aron Huster ( crystal's uncle) Age. : 50 Personality: greedy , cold , arrogant Family : has a wife named Lila and a son name Jason
Don't kill me for this... because I know you all love twists...
