A Monster's Mute Bride.

My knees were shaking. My heart was beating in my chest like it had never before.Standing in front of Elijah Smith was harder than I'd expected it to be.I kept my eyes planted on his blood red tie, refusing to lift them to meet his gaze.The second my grandpa handed me to the man, I tried to look calm and collected but I knew I was failing to do so.Being in his presence alone made me want to pass out.Elijah, one of the most feared business man in the city, had my hand in his as the Priest tried to make him repeat the vows. The man standing in front of me made no attempt to follow the Priest's words, creating a very tense and awkward atmosphere.The Priest, realizing that saying the vows was not going to happen, he immediately proceeded to the main statement.I tried to distract myself from him touch, but it was getting harder with each passing second. I couldn't stand the touch of a person let alone a man his size and reputation.I refused to look up at him, but I could feel his c

I was startled awake by a soft knock on the door.Pealing my eyes open, I glanced at the locked door from my hidden position in the large bathtub.The soft knock continued on the door and I wondered what would happen if I just refuse to open it. The previous night, the door was tried twice more and I kept myself hidden in the bathtub as I watched the door knob turn. I was lucky enough to be left alone last night. Elijah didn't demand my return to the bedroom. I was not able to willingly walk out of the bathroom on my own, so I settled for the bathtub.I slowly raised my head from my forearm and grabbed the back of my neck with my right hand. My muscles were sore from sleeping in an awkward position, but I wouldn't have it any other way.The soft knock continued for a few more seconds before it stopped."Mrs. Smith?" A soft and frail voice called out from the other side of the door.That is definitely not Elijah's voice."Mrs. Smith, are you alright? Should I get a spare key if you

I swallowed thickly as I looked in to the second suitcase. There were a few items at the bottom of the second suitcase, one of which was my phone. The notebook with only three pages used was also laying at the bottom, along with some pens. The notebook had a small white paper peeking out of it, as if someone left it there for me to see.There were also a few charms and necklaces, ones' I have never been able to wear. Even if I do force myself to wear one, it was always hidden under the scarf of the day.My phone, the notebook and the pens were not the ones' that made me freeze though. It was the picture frame that held the one precious photo I've ever owned.The only family picture we took laid at the bottom of my suitcase, staring up at me. It was the first and last time our family took a picture.My father Custo, my mother Julia, My older brother Eliot, my twin sister Elizabeth, my grandfather Alber and myself all looked like a one big family. Even though I was the only one smili

Elijah Smith...I glanced at the phone I dropped on top of my desk earlier and frowned. The mere sight of it angered me.It hasn't even been a full twenty four hours since she popped in to my life yet my temper has grown ten times over.I scoffed at the thought of the picture frame she left on my nightstand.For someone as small and timid as her, she sure did know how to get on my nerves.Marrying Ella was not an easy decision, especially since I was told last minute that she was the one I would be marrying.When I signed the contract with Albert Williamson the night Custo died in a "car accident", he'd promised me bondage through the eldest daughter.It didn't matter if Elizabeth and Ella were twins. Elizabeth was the eldest between them, meaning that she held the key to their kingdom.Though smaller than my own, the Williamson's hold quite a fortuen that would definitely come in handy to solve side problems. And, having their fortune meant beating Custo even when he's laying si

I stared at the wall for hours without moving a single muscle.After Cane and I returned to the mansion, I walked through the front doors and made a beeline for Elijah's room.I needed a quite place to shut everything out. But the moment I stepped in to his room, my mind started playing games with me.I tried to shut the voices out.I tried to block the horrible images from entering my head. But I failed miserably.If I was back at home, I would have successfully escape moments like this by letting myself get lost in the beautiful colours of the paints.I would use all the anxiety and fear as a strength to wield my weapons.I wanted to do the same here. But of course, I couldn't.So, I ended up dropping myself on the edge of the bed and stared in to the wall.I didn't realize how long I'd stayed frozen until I heard the door open.I moved my eyes over to the door and tensed up when I saw Elijah walk in.The second he stepped in to the room, he roamed his eyes across it before he settl