Condemned to an unhappy marriage by her father Emerald Davidson finds herself in quite the shitty situation, only to find help from someone who's no better. She trades one deal for another, but is oblivious to what that other deal is exactly until i...
A/N: This is a very long chapter, but I struggled finding a way to turn it into two so I had to leave it as it is! Enjoy! And if you did, I would really appreciate it if you left a star. (:
I love treason but hate a traitor.
- Julius Caesar
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Emerald Davidson's POV
"Picard?"
Eleanora's voice cut through the air like glass as she took a step forward, her eyes shooting daggers my way.
When I didn't respond straight away, she repeated the name.
"Picard, as in Chante Picard? You're marrying that diavolo?"
Involuntarily I took a step back as the woman's eyes burned into mine, but my back met with the cold wall. A few eyes shot our way for a second, but she had chosen her spot to ambush me carefully. We stood next to the bathroom door, in the far corner of the reception hall. Most people either stood at the other side of the room or were downstairs somewhere.
"Actually-" I half-squealed while heavily attempting and failing to keep my polite smile from falling. "I'm engaged to his son, Ian."
That didn't seem to calm the woman in front of me down even the littlest bit. I hadn't been mistaking when I had thought I noticed the short look of surprise on her face when someone had shouted Ian's full name, then. Or maybe some of the men had talked to her about it. At any rate, it seemed she hadn't known before and had found out now.
"And yet you dare come here? At my son's arm, even?!"
She had bridged the small gap that had still been between us with one single step, and her face was uncomfortably close to mine. Her breath smelled of mint and red wine, and her brown eyes were swirling with anger. Crap.
"I don't want to be here either." I muttered under the pressure of her look. "Your son made me."
What was I supposed to say? I had to make her listen, preferably before she gutted me right here right now.
"We made a de-"
An ice cold voice interrupted us from behind Eleanora.
"What's the meaning of this, mother?"
With one swift movement Riva had pulled her away by her upper arm and had taken a stance in front of me.
"Picard's spouse?" She almost screeched, but seemed to catch herself just in time. Instead she hissed the words as venomously as she possibly could. "Your date is Chante's son's wife?!"
As the coward I was I tried to hide as much of my body behind the man in front of me as I possibly could. Spouse my ass. She just had to listen to understand, but I was clearly not the right person to make her do so at the moment.
