Melissa

Chapter 25- Like a Broken Glass.

Melissa's POV.

"...how did you lose your babies?"

Those words made me stop dead in my tracks.

"Melissa?" He called out when I didn't turn and reply him.

I should've known better... I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in. Plastering a cold smile on my face, I turned towards him. His eyebrows were joined, he was thinking, assessing my look.

"You've done your research, I see." I took a step forward. His blue irises were subtly morphed into curiosity. But he forgot, I was always good at reading his eyes. "Then don't you know how I lost my babies?"

"Get to the point." He commanded with a blank face. Straight as a rod like always.

I let out a cynical laugh. "Obviously, I killed them." If any piece of my heart was left to be broken, I broken that tonight. It pained me to say those words. But he doesn't deserve to know my truth. He went behind my back, I can't trust him.

"I don't believe you." He said. His face still blank, though his words were firm.

"I do not care if you believe or not. It's non of your business anyway." I shrugged my shoulders and continued walking. Tears already making its way. I need my pills...

I felt him standing still behind him. I turned to look at his face and noticed he had already pulled up his guard.

"Are you coming?" I asked, getting annoyed by the situation. The rain is irritating me now!

"Of course it's not of my business. And to think of it now, a woman like you is expected to kill her child." He smirked, the anger that I was trying to suppress is now resurfacing. "A baby is just more hassle, isn't it?" He grabbed me by my arm. "You are a very selfish woman, Melissa." He eyes held disgust in them for me.

My heart was burning with anger. His words were as sharp and hurtful as a broken piece of glass.

"You seem very interested in my life, Mr Kingston. Why so?" I smirked now. His icy blue eyes were burning with a similar kind of angry fire.

He grabbed me by my arms harshly and pulled me to him. His nose was touching mine, his heartbeat was louder than mine. Even though it was out of anger, it gave me electrifying sensations just being this close to him.

"Do not think you're special, Mrs. Evans. You're nothing but a mere mistress yet to be rightfully claimed!" His smirked deepened, it almost seemed cruel. "You're here to satisfy my needs, look beautiful and stay in my bed whenever I wish."

I couldn't utter a word as his eyes held me captive.

"You've signed the contract." He continued. "Your present and future till the next 5 years is completely mine and if in case your past interferes, then Mrs. Evans, I have to take action."

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Walking around for a while in the area, we came across an old rusted cabin.

As we approached the cabin, we saw lights were on. So we knocked on the door. There was no answer at first.

Rogan tried to look through the windows and call out the residents but all his attempts were futile. I stood silently for some minutes watching him trying his luck.

After I got bored, I knocked. "Hello is anyone there? Please open up! We need help." I literally yelled.

I wanted to sleep! Damnit! And I can't see this man's face anymore beside me.

I would have cried then if the door didn't open but to my luck the door opened and a small old lady came out holding an umbrella.

"Sorry child. Get in!" She ushered us in and gave us towels. Rogan and myself not talking to each other, silently dried ourselves.

An old man appeared with a bowl of hot soup. Lovely! My eyes watered from happiness by looking at the soup.

"We have a lot of theives around here so we didn't open up when we heard a male voice." The old man said smiling sheepishly.

"I'm Mr. Ho. And this is my wife Kimmi." They introduced. I smiled warmly at them.

"Thank you for having us." I smiled at them gratefully. Rogan thanked them too. His gaze followed the walls of the cabin which were damp and not in a good condition.

"You don't look from this part of the town. What happened?" Kimmi asked.

"We were returning home when our car broke down a few kilometres away." I told them. They nooded.

"Poor child! Do you have kids at home? Do you need to call someone up?" Ho asked us. I instantly blushed, I thought Rogan will correct them but he didn't. And so I didn't bother either.

"Yes. I need to call our driver in the morning. If you don't mind can I have a phone, sir?" Rogan asked instead.

"Of course. But there's no network reception at the moment due to the storm. Make the call in the morning. You both should sleep for now." Mr. Ho told us. We agreed with the couple and entered the room they provided us with.

There was only one bed and no couch. Technically, we had no choice other than sharing. Kimmi gave me a thick mekhla to wrap around my body like an off-shoulder gown and Rogan wore pajamas and kurta which were small in size for him. All the time he was frowning.

I seperated our side of the bed with those long round pillows, he turned the other side and showed me his back while I stared at his back blankly. Multiple thoughts running in my mind.

First, the room was very comfortable and warm. The bedsheets were fluffy. There were lanterns burning at the corners. I fixed my gaze at the man beside me and everything came crashing down.

Everything he says, everytime he hurts me... "I hate you.." I mumbled to his bare back and started to drift off to sleep.

"I hate you too." Slumber took me off as I heard the faint mumbling of those words.

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