(Emily's POV)I came to my sense when an awful smoke trespassed on my nostrils, causing me to frown at the odd smell.W-What the hell happened?The first thing I saw when I woke up was Dimitri with his beloved cigarette, biting on his perfectly clean white teeth, then to the man on the floor, bath in his own blood and as soon as I saw the hole in his forehead where the blood was getting through, I cover my mouth in disgust and closed my eyes as I was nearly puked by the sightings."Vuoi un po' di torta, mogliettina?"(You want some cake, wifey?)My attention was switched to Dimitri. I don't know what that f*king means but as soon as I saw the cake with toppings of splattered blood, joining the sliced strawberry peacefully sitting on the top of the cake, I immediately rushed to one of his potted plants and released the contents of my stomach.H-How can he shoot him in front of me, again!!!I heard him chuckle while I was busy releasing everything I ate this day."This is the third time
(Emily's POV)Head resting against the window. I stared past the spider webs willingly on the glass. Moonlight cast a blanket of silver over the snow, and the frozen wasteland glittered like diamonds.From my vantage point, it felt like I was a princess locked in a tower. Held captive by a monster who shot men in the head at a dining table set with crystal glasses and cake.I'd tried making tallies on the bathroom mirror with an old tube of lipstick I found, which had probably been left by Dimitri's last prisoner, and I was now at seven days.A full week in hell.The door opened, and a chill coasted through me as Dimitri's shadow spread wings across the floor. He pulled the stool beside the mattress and stare at me for quite a while. I just avoided his gaze and forget that he was not around.He just came here to piss me off again.After minutes, I heard him clear his throat and deep sigh as the chair created a sound from the floor, his footsteps resonated in my ear, and he is walking
(Emily's POV)I lazily flipped through the pages of the brochure catalog, where luxury clothes were compiled according to their brand. This is my seventh catalog, after Dolce and Gabbana, Louis Vuitton, Prada, Burberry, Dior, Channel, and now Gucci. I was done browsing underwear from Calvin Klein, and now he wanted me to pick more than a hundred clothes from these catalogs, which is absurd.Is he planning to build his clothing store? As if I last long here. "Okay! That's it! That would be all." I exclaimed, slouching on the couch.He sighs. "I said more than a hundred, that's only 39.""Are you nuts? I am not going to the runaway and show off the expensive clothes coming from different brands. I just need 10 or 15, why a hundred?""To make use of your wardrobe room." lazily glance at me wearing a sly smile before he returned his focus to his phone. I believe he was playing cards on his iPhone 14, I envy his expensive phone.I miss my Samsung.Rolling my eyes in annoyance, "Do I even
(Emily's POV)"Which of you is Dimitri?""On the left."I jump off the floor when I heard his voice. Goddamn it! I gulp the remaining saliva I have in my mouth. "D-Dimitri?" stuttered, my head was messed up right now, seeing his presence, leaning on the door with his arms crossed on his chest, wearing his grumpy face.I can't distinguish if he was angry or what."Who give you permission to be so nosy?" he firmly asked, and this time, he was killing me with his raging eyes."My conscience?""Get out.""Okay." I immediately rush out of the room, without looking into his eyes as I passed him by. "The brochure is on the table!" I yelled.Once I left the storage room, I had to get away. I went straight to my room and locked the door. I must be dumb thinking that he won't open the door, but I was just being safe at least. The latter part is the bathroom though.The sun was setting by now, making the sky mix with pink, orange, and red. It was a sight to behold. Sitting here alone, peaceful
(Emily's POV)Dimitri and I did the same routine for three days. We ate breakfast together like a couple with serious marital problems then he went outside the mansion to manipulate and maim most likely, and I was escorted back to my room.In an effort to earn some freedom and a way out of this nightmare, I behaved as best as my mouth would allow even though I wanted to scream inside.Dimitri, Leila, Cleo, Lucio, Aly, and the woman from the island whom I believe was Cleo's mother, were the only faces I saw day in and out, and was starting to mess with my head. I didn't know when the shift happened, but I began to look forward to breakfast if only to escape the mind-creating boredom.On the third morning. I came to a realization. "I know what you're doing," I announced at the dining table.Dimitri lifted his gaze from the iPhone that was probably glued to his hand. If "Tasty" and "Delicious!" in a deep Candy Crush voice weren't coming from the stupid device, it constantly pinged with t
(Emily's POV)"I'm thirsty, wife."Fork halfway to my lips, I stilled at the tone in his voice that practically demanded I serve him. He has a lot of servants, why is he acting childish right now?After a disbelieving beat ticked by, I allowed my gaze to travel to the lazy bastard, who goofed off in his chair and, I knew from experience, had full use of both of his hands."Then? Should I pour a liter of water into your lazy mouth?" I said with humor.He smirked, "I will give you a privilege.""I'm not interested." shutting him down with my sharp tongue."In everything?" he questioned, lazily."Particularly related to you."He softly chuckles, which I find amusing to my ears. He sounded genuine with his little laughs, but I won't get into that trap. I need to focus on pissing him off and making his day worst, dragging him, as my day was worst because of this Goddamn period."My throat is almost drained."And that amusement shattered, same as I glare at his countenance, with a sly smil
(Emily's POV)My eyes lifted to meet black ones that didn't hold a sparkle, a toothbrush slipped from my fingers. Cold fear paralyzed me to the spot. I stared at him, chest heaving with the expectation of his vengeance. Regardless of what he had in store for me. I refused to plead for my life. If price sent me to hell, so be it. At least I would leave this world with my dignity intact.Dimitri moved toward me, those expensive boots walking on the fallen door. The clank of metal brought my gaze to his hands, and as I watch him pull his belt from its loops, my heart fell through my stomach.He was going to whip me.Screw dignity.Is that what he called 'soft'?"I'm sorry." the words escaped on the uneven breath."No, your not."Legs carrying me backward, he followed my pullback. The coolness of the stone shower floor met my feet. I was trapped, and he was closing in on me with that lax belt in his grip. I should accept the pain to bring me back to reality; to remember his company was no
(Emily's POV)"It is time for lunch." The lace hem of Alya's dress which went out of fashion two centuries ago, swayed as she came to a stop in the doorway.I sat on the couch in the drawing room, staring out the large front window. "I'm busy." Stewing in my own despair... But busy all the same.Her eyes narrowed.I'd thrown tea into Dimitri's face, and he didn't kill me. He didn't even leave a permanent mark. On my body at least. As for my mind, pride wouldn't let me dwell on it, especially because the burn of his scruff and the ache that came to life still hadn't dissolved. It was there, a perverse and restless coil of need.Now I had the gut instinct he didn't want to torture me physically, but I was also sure he found it a diverting amusement to smash my soft heart beneath his boot. "He will lock you back in your room," Alya warned.I gave her a look of resentment, then got to my feet and followed her to the dining room.That sounds scary. Being in a room with four corner walls is