Taken As Hers

Chapter 38 Taken As Hers, My Woman

I went to Moscow. Emmy invited me to see the runway walks of her designs.

We came to Moscow for the fashion show, which so many upcoming fashion designers take part in. Getting a chance was not easy, but Emmy got it.

If her designs shine here she will get a great start for developing her fashion designer life.

Ela and Max came with me too.

Max came, since Marco invited him. To say, Max was sent by Marco himself, to help Ela.

Max was driving us from the airport to the place we were going to stay for.

Ela and I sat in the backseat.

Ela got off the phone,"Looks like Marco's sister and brother, the twins, they are also coming here with them." She said.

"They all live in Omsk, right." I said.

She nodded.

"Why are they coming? It's just a fashion show, why bother coming from there?" I asked.

"Marco said he really doesn't know why they both are bothering to come. They were uninterested and were suddenly interested, Marco says" Ela shrugged.

Ela took my hand with the engagement ring on it, playing with it.

The ring I gave her. It's been more than a year already, since I gave it to her.

And we were still not married.

The thing I wanted to happen, before we ever married, it didn't happen yet.

Evan kept his promise. He had been keep troubling us in whatever way he could.

From what I know, his attacks on Ela increased more, after the warning he gave me that day when we talked.

After that he met me sometimes. Whenever the chance he got, he appears in front of me.

It was like, he was suddenly obsessed with me and Ela's life.

So many attacks just for the sake of reminding us. He kept reminding us that he was watching us, he was.....there.

It was almost childish. Like a child seeking attention, like a person wanting recognisation and wanted to be acknowledged.

But what he was doing to get that was no childish plays.

I looked at Ela sitting beside me, looking out the car window. Her left forearm bandaged and her left thigh too, I just couldn't see it because of her jeans and jacket.

They were gunshot wounds, a ruckus caused by the Evan's direction. It has been more than a week already. The wounds were not fatal, but they were not even just take it easy kind of wounds either.

They were another type of scars from him, adding up to all the scars she already had.

She had escaped the hell, and she no longer has to get hurt. But she was still getting hurt.

She was still being tortured by Evan.

"Leo" I heard her call my name.

"Huh!" I looked up, waking up from my thoughts.

"Stop looking so sad. These wounds will be gone soon." She said understanding my gaze at her.

I frowned "I can't do that" I said frustrated "he is still hurting you. I can't see you get hurt and still feel good knowing that. I want- I want you to be happy. I want you to have a life, which will be filled with happiness. I can't take it, knowing it's not happening like that" I tried desperately to explain what I was feeling.