A Complicated Love

James POV

Chapter One

Glass from the mirror in front of me shatters all around me, blood coats the shiny fragments as they hit the cold tiled floor and surround my naked feet. I look at my pale hands, shaking in front of me in awe. My knuckles slick with my own blood; crimson red I think happily.

I look back at the shattered mirror smirking at the image that greets me.

Green eyes surrounded by a pale face and short cut ebony hair tousled to perfection look back at me. I look down at my tailored vest shirt and tie that seemed to disguise my tantrum. My suit was hand crafted by the best taylor in all of London, after all, a man's role in the 18th century is to dress to impress I think sarcastically. I run my hand through my locks pacing my bathroom back and forth. My shiny dress shoes clinking against the tile as I go.

Why? I wonder to myself. Why did it have to be her? Why did she have to be the one I fell for? Think her name I demand of myself. Do it! I smack myself repeatedly until finally her name slips from my broken battered heart. "Elena". My mouth caresses her name in a soft seductive way that I don't consciously recognize at first. I stop pacing, and stand upright. I had to win her over despite the scene I had just witnessed. Despite her lies, her delicious lies. Her unfaithfulness. She was an unfaithful, dirty trollup who was undeserving of a Briercrest.

A Briercrest, one of the richest families in all of London. A family so prestigious and full of honor. She was undeserving of a man so prestigious as himself, James thought bitterly. But he could not help it. He could not help that despite all her lies and tricks, all her deceptions, and hidden truths, despite all of it, he loved her. He didn't care that she had done terrible things. Maybe he could convince her not to do them anymore. Maybe he could convince her to pick him, to take his arm and his arm only in holy matrimony.

He flexed his muscles testing the soreness left there from his tedious tirades on himself and his bathroom. It was time to make a plan, a plan to win Elena's heart, to make her his own.