My ears were ringing. Alexandra's lips were titled up into a sardonic smile, no doubt relishing my speechlessness. She regarded her red varnished nails as she conversationally asked, "Wish to hear more?"
I balled my fists, "I don't believe you. There is no way my sister will do such a heartless thing and my father? He might be an irresponsible man but he will never stoop so low either". I glared at her unperturbed reaction. She clucked her tongue, "So naïve". Her gaze locked with mine, "Tell me then Myra, why did your sister and father leave without meeting you? Or why did your sister tell you that you were to marry lord Damian on the wedding day itself? Did you not question this?"
I opened and closed my mouth, unable to say anything. My heart was pounding in my chest. My heart was denying the very possibility of father and... Harmony doing such merciless work. My sister's guileless smiles, her caring nature, her protective
MyraMy ears were ringing as I stared at him, open-mouthed. His gaze was unflinching. He was spewing lies, I whispered, still denying the fact, "No. You- you cannot. They...how? Harmony?" My voice quivered, the question barely making any sense. Damian's gaze turned gentle. He averted his eyes, "My lady-" I held up my hand, sniffling, I felt faint. Even though he would tell me the whole truth at some point, but at the moment, I had no intention of hearing it.I lowered my gaze, my vision had blurred with unshed tears, my mind was reeling with this unforeseen revelation. My hands trembled as I kept the book aside. Silence ensued and I don't know for how long it prevailed before I heard Damian sigh."Your father was indebted to me, Myra, but he had no other choice than to-""-marry me off to you to pay your debt?" I glared at him. He huffed out a laugh, shaking his head, "Oh, if it only were the way you say it". He locked his gaz
MyraFor a while, the only sound in the otherwise silent room was my sobs. My whole world was crumbling. I felt nauseous, so this was Damian. The sob turned into gasps and black spots marred my vision. Am I dying? Well. death will certainly not be unwelcomed. Death felt enticing, a better option than living a life as a maid despite being married to the master of the mansion, being humiliated in the process and not knowing the end of this ordeal. Yes, death would be significantly better. After all, no one needed me anymore, neither my family nor whom I considered as my family or my estranged and superficial husband. My body tilted sideways, I felt light-headed and succumbed to the darkness.~~~~It might have been a sharp yank, or maybe a harsh shake that awakened me. I blinked my eyes open, wincing at the bright sunlight streaming into the room through flimsy white curtains. A groan left my lips, I realised I was not sleeping in the proper
DamianThe stretch of my lips felt so plastic that it felt more like a grimace, and even Greyson could detect it as his grin widened. The word 'pet' grated my skin like a jagged stone. Greyson and I were turned on the same moonlit night. High Queen was the one who took it upon herself to execute the Change. Since then, centuries have passed, seasons have come and gone, and I have managed to remain in the High Council's good graces, steadily rising in rank and maintaining my position as one of the esteemed Royals of the court. With fame comes envy, and I wasn't ignorant about it. A few vampire leaders did not back down from leering at me and taunting me in open while many spoke about me behind my back. Unfortunately, my blood brother surpassed them all. Being given the position of an Elite instead of a Royal irked him to no end."Won't you give me permission to at least bid farewell to my better-half?" I implored, the pretentious genial grin plaster
MyraThat infuriating man. My fists clenched. How could he be so arrogant and...lewd? My cheeks heated up as the image of his face close to mine flashed in my mind. I looked around at the huge library. I will definitely not be able to clean it in a day. Why on earth did I even agree to this? Not that I had much of a choice. I huffed. I should probably go and meet him downstairs. He just walked away without a second glance. Where was he going anyway?I spared another glance at the pile and the unsorted bookshelves before leaving the library. Cleaning could wait. Right now, I needed answers. Surely he did not leave so soon. I stomped downstairs only to cry out in horror. There on the carpet lay one of the maids. Her lifeless body had turned grey. Her eyes wide and her mouth hung open. I stumbled back, trembling with the ghastly sight in front of me. My gaze landed on her shoulder, smeared with dried blood. Did Damian...? the thought made me shudder
Damian"I am aware," I admitted at length. I knew the consequences of a vampire marrying a human. I knew it well, more than anyone else. The old wounds that I had buried deep along with my past life writhed and roiled as if wanting an opening, to flood my dead brain and make me relieve those days, the days that had taken years to forget. That was another reason why I felt more baffled and perplexed. I should stay away from humans, treat them as a source of food and pleasure yet I went ahead and married a human against my better judgement. My fists clenched as I felt unbidden anger on myself.High Queen must have gauged my inner turmoil. She let out a heavy sigh, "You must annul the matrimony, Damian". Despite knowing the inevitable, my eyes snapped up, locking with her blue-grey ones. She jutted her chin as her gaze bore into mine, challenging me silently - to defy, to protest. I averted my eyes quickly, lowering my gaze once again I muttered, "W
Myra I opened my eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the surrounding. It wasn't the library, I was in the library. Then...how am I here? My sleep-addled brain took some time to process before I realised the reason. I had been so engrossed in sorting the books that I had missed lunch as well and then my body started swaying and there was blackness at the corner of my eyes and then I succumbed to that blackness."How are you feeling, my lady?" an all too familiar voice startled me. I turned my head to see Damian, sitting on the only chair in the small room. Why was he here? Of all people and why did he have that miserable and concerned look on his face? He didn't need to pretend anymore. I could also see the hesitation in his eyes."You-" I gritted and started getting up but no sooner did I lift my head than the room started spinning again. I immediately laid back, breathing heavily. Damian was instantly by the bedside. Wordlessly
MyraI stared at him, unblinking as the news or rather his decision settled in like a heavyweight, suffocating me. He was giving me an out. He was ending this...this farce. But why couldn't I be elated? Why did I feel as if the ground beneath me had suddenly been wrenched away and I was about to fall headfirst into a chasm?Damian's eyes bored into mine, his gaze sharp and observant. He stocked towards me, his steps confident and predatory and soon I was tilting my head to look at him. He loomed over me. All the while I did not move, did not speak because words felt too complicated and my emotions were in a tangled confusion.His hand came up, hovering slightly as if reluctant to touch before gently caressing my cheek, "Say something". The gentleness in his tone rivalled the topic. My gaze sought out his, searching for an answer but not coming up with any. Maybe I had become useless for him as well. Yet there was something there, som
MyraAs the distance between the carriage and the mansion widened, I felt a painful squeeze in my chest. I was the sole traveller in the beautiful carriage, the same one by which I had first arrived at the mansion, as a bride and by which I was leaving, as a woman whose husband has given up on her because she was no longer needed.No one came to say farewell. I was certain that everyone must be rejoicing. Even Alice, even she stayed away. Not even Damian. The man who kissed me and pretended to care for me. He did not even come downstairs or to my room to bid me farewell.Cruel.My gaze fell on the little luggage beside me. I did not have a lot to take with me. I subconsciously stroked my ring finger where now only the silver ring sits. I left the wedding ring in the closet. I don't know why I couldn't leave the silver ring behind as well.Maybe because it was a gift from Damian? my traitorous heart su