The Queen: Love's Death || ✔️

Chapter 22: True Feelings

Bryson

It was all falling apart. My world was crashing down right in front of my eyes. Hera King, the girl who once was just a pawn, was now hurting my heart.

I witnessed a lot of pain in my unfortunate family. The departure of my older sister. The death of my grandfather and father. The insanity of my mother and the beginning of the end of my family.

Yet none of that amounted to how I felt looking at Hera and how lifeless she was. She was breathing fine. Her blood pressure was fine. Her brain was functioning properly and she didn't suffer any bodily harm. Then why did she look so dead?

The whole family stayed with her until midnight, by then the last person, who was her aunt, left me alone with Hera still in hand.

Memories of the kisses we shared came back to mind. How she smiled while I tasted each inch of her lips. Her juicy, soft and breathtaking lips. Looking at them now, they looked like they were begging for life.

I remembered the feeling of her soft thigh while we drove to the surprise I had planned at a physiotherapist who could've helped to save her legs. They had been inactive for more than ten years but there was a chance. A small probability that Hera could walk again and I was going to do everything in my power to make it possible. But now, with her just lying here, I wasn't so sure anymore.

I remembered the crazy look in her soft eyes when she admitted to me something that I couldn't get out of my mind since I met her in the car. She called it sex, I called it making love and I wanted to make love to Hera King for the rest of our days and give her the most beautiful children in the world. I wanted to feel her again. To see her smile. To see her laugh. To kiss her. To make love to her. To give her a happy family.

Hera couldn't die. No matter how weird it felt for me to admit it, I needed her back. I missed her. The feeling I felt when I told her to marry me had returned tenfold and now I knew exactly what it was. At first I thought that my words were ridiculous and my mind had gone crazy, but now I was more than certain of what I was feeling. It was love all along.

I had fallen head over heels in love with Hera King. I couldn't sleep without her by my side so I hadn't had much sleep in days. I couldn't breath without seeing her smile. When she said yes to marrying me, I couldn't control my pounding heart and felt even more proud to be marrying such a perfect woman when she stood up for my love to her entire family. She proved to me that she was willing to love me and let me love her back. I didn't know if she loved me back but I knew that I loved her.

Hera couldn't die. We still had to spend our forever together. She still had so much to know about me as much as I had to know about her. Hell, I still had to tell her that I binge-watched a lot of TV and Netflixed almost every weekend as a hobby. She had to know that my favourite movie was 'Pitch Perfect' and that my favourite show was 'Two and a half Men'. She had to know that I had never travelled outside of the country, even though I was one of the biggest businessmen in the world.

She had to know that I had always had a dream for cooking and I tried to bake a cake once and I ended up burning the entire kitchen down. She had to know that my family was using her family to get into the Mafia and that I couldn't go on with the plan because I had fallen in love with her.

She was my soulmate. My true love. The only person who I saw myself with in a few years. Not with her in this hospital bed but with her hand in mine as we travelled the world and made a child in each country.

Hera was a sexy woman. A true beauty indeed. She was definitely well-figured and inherited a lot of enticing features which I just had to explore. Kissing her was only the beginning. The things I wanted to do to her behind closed doors were illegal in a lot of countries. The amount of skin I wanted to mark as mine and the amount of passion I wanted to pump into her innocent flower was unimaginable. She aroused me even from blinking.

Hera was so goodhearted. Too many times she had proven to me that she was much too selfless for her own good. Much too many times she had proven to me that she would've died to save a stranger. Much too many times she had proven to me that she would've been able to accept me even with my scars and past mistakes.

Hera was perfect in so many ways. I loved her in so many ways and I wanted to make love to her in so many ways. I was willing to fight anyone for her now. My mother. Blade. Bullet. Luciano. Anyone who dared to pose as an obstacle for me to get to her, I'd destroy them without a shadow of a doubt.

I hated myself for almost using her in the beginning. But I forgave myself after realising that I fell in love with heaven's gift. Though it was a gift from God, I couldn't find it in me to give it back. She couldn't die. Not now and not ever.

Hera was going to be my wife. She was going to wake up and the first thing that I was going to do was to take her away from all of the grief and give her the love she deserved. After I was done with her, she'd be happy. I was going to break out of my shell for her. I was going to make her smile and laugh again. We would come back with a bundle of joy in her stomach, I'd make sure of it. I'd make her the mother of my children, all one hundred of them.

I'd never cheat on Hera, even if I was drugged and put on gunpoint. I'd never make her cry. I'd never let my mother get to her. I'd make sure she was happy. But for that to happen, Hera would have to wake up. Now. Because I loved her from heaven and back.