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ᴛʀᴇɴᴛᴀᴄɪɴQᴜᴇ - ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

Sometimes we don't realise to the true extent how evil something is until it destroys us. ~ Unknown.

Valentinia:

Past (3 years ago).

Acer's blood was plastered over the walls and was flooding around his head. It was a horrific sight, a sight that I truly wouldn't be able to forget. It was now etched into my mind, a permanent reminder of my greatest regret. My greatest sin.

"My wife and I have somewhere to be, so we must be on our travels." He stated, whilst dragging me along bedside him, as if I was a puppet in his little show.

The guests surrounding us sent their congratulations and blessings. It made me feel sick, as they were just acting as if this was a normal marriage. As if nobody had just been mercilessly murdered right in front of their beings. As if I hadn't been forcefully dragged into this situation. But, one comment shone out to me particularly.

"You should be honoured to have Mr Morelli as your husband, he is a highly respected man. You will do right to obey and respect him." A deep voice rang out. I could feel my expression morphing into one of disgust and resentfulness. Turning to the perpetrator, I spat.

"My husband is nothing but a burden to me; a curse. I will never sink to the low level of allowing myself to become his toy and allowing him to rule over me. He said so himself and you all agreed that I am now your Queen. His Queen. And we all know that a King cannot successfully and ultimately rule without the guidance of his Queen. Therefore, you will do right to treat me with respect." My body was now positioned very close to the man and my eyes were levelled with his, daring him to continue voicing his pathetic beliefs and opinions.

"You little bit-" The same man began his insults but was cut off by the roaring voice of Mr Morelli.

"Valentinia, you will do right to shut your fucking mouth! Don't you dare embarrass me in front of my guests!" He roared in my face, causing all of my hairs to stand up amongst my body.

"Alberto, how fucking dare you to speak to my wife in such a manner, as if she is an acquaintance of yours! She will never be anything to you! I am your boss, so don't you dare speak so freely to her in my presence or at all!" He spat, turning towards the man who spoke out so rudely.

Walking up to him, now shoving me out his path, he grabbed his collar and raised him so that his feet were dangling off of the ground and sneered.

"Would you ever speak to me in such ways, boy?"

The man shook his head rapidly and said,

"N-no Sir."

"I am the only one that tells my wife what to do. She bows to no one apart from myself, giving as she belongs to me. You are inferior to me and my lower. You do as I say when I say it." He spat, snapping the man's neck brutally, then tossing him to the floor. As if he was a piece of garbage.

He should be careful who he tosses to the side, it will all come back to haunt him one day. Maybe not today, or tomorrow, or shortly, but his time will come.

Turning so that he faces everyone within the room he states in a dark and authoritative voice.

"Let this be a demonstration as to what will happen if anyone dares to repeat this incident. Just because you were invited to my wedding, it doesn't give you the right to begin speaking freely. I am still your boss, your superior you will respect me and my wife. The only reason you were invited here today is so that you could witness that this woman is mine and mine only.