Imprisoned by secrets

Chapter 11

Present day...

Ethan closed his eyes when he finished his story. He had a clear image of Beatrice's young face. It had been the happiest day of his life. Beatrice had looked so beautiful that day. The euphoria he'd felt simply couldn't be explained. He was like a teenage boy who had been given a Macbook for Christmas.

Little did he know what would happen afterward.

"You have a good memory." Beatrice's voice broke into his train of thoughts.

He opened his eyes to look at her. It was amazing how she could still be so beautiful at a time like that. He'd never realized how hard looking at her would be. Even after all these years, he still felt and remembered things he didn't want to.

"It was hard for me to wake up each morning with those memories. Just when I'd gotten over it, I'm being forced to relive it and share it to the bastards who started this shit in the first place." Ethan's voice was so cold.

"It was too good to be true. Everything that could go wrong, did so." Beatrice avoided his eyes because she didn't want to remember the past.

"That's why you didn't want to kiss me anymore," Thomas said lamely.

"Even if he wasn't in the picture, you wouldn't have stood a chance. You're boring and unappealing." Beatrice gave Thomas a pointed look. The painful thing was that she didn't say it to be spiteful. She said it like it was a fact that everyone already knew.

"What does he have that I don't?" Thomas asked.

"I'm sure you wouldn't want me to go into details, Thomas. I already agreed to marry you. That should be enough to stroke your bruised ego." Beatrice folded her arms across her chest.

"I thought you were too cold and level-headed for silly emotions like love. It looks like I was wrong. Everything I know about you is false." Thomas said.

"Boo-hoo. Poor Thomas." Beatrice rolled her eyes.

"Were you really exclusive with this man?" Thomas asked. His jaw was clenched.

"We were exclusive. At least for a few years." She licked her dry lips. She was so thirsty.

"Define 'a few years'," Thomas demanded.

"About three," Beatrice said.

Hector looked at Ethan with renewed hatred. If he had a gun, he would have put a bullet in between Ethan's eyes.

Leila was simply beside herself. Ethan hadn't come from money. He was a nobody yet he'd had a romantic relationship with Beatrice. Beatrice was supposed to be her protégée. She had designed the girl from the scratch. The foolish child had broken the number one rule of society by dating a poor boy.

"This is a nightmare. My daughter is a harlot who gives her body to any man who looks her way." Leila feigned a faint. Her skin went pale when she imagined a street tout touching and kissing her beautiful daughter.

"Don't ever say that again," Ethan warned in a dark, dangerous tone. The look in his eyes made them realize he was not a man to infuriate.

"Or else what? You'll beat up my wife?" Hector asked.

The two men looked at each other with eyes filled with hatred. It was impossible to tell who was more dangerous.

"Don't test me, Hector. I will break you." Ethan turned his angry eyes to Thomas who flinched immediately.

"How can you sit there and listen to someone talk shit about your fiancée. I hate her but I would never speak to her that way neither would I sit back and listen to someone say that about her." Ethan looked disgusted.