24. The First Dance!

Emerald's POV 

I switched on the lights in my bedroom as the sun disappeared in the sky. Darkness has started haunting me, it feels like Egon is watching me from every dark corner of the house. 

It's been four days since I escaped from the castle with the help of my men; it took so much to reach here. Even my men don't know that I am here, it's just me and the house, which is full of memories. 

It's a small villa near the Lake and mountains behind it. I bought this house when I was seven years old. I used to spend my summer vacations here with my siblings. We used to do boating, trekking and all those fun activities. This house is filled with happy memories. 

No one knows about this house, especially Egon so I believe that he won't be able to find me here. 

I lay on the bed, the soft mattress feels foreign now. It feels like this is not for me. Egon has given me so much trauma even with the smallest things. 

I thought escaping from him would give me peace but I was wrong. He is haunting me here more than he haunts me in the castle. Each and every second, I am in fear that he will knock on my door anytime. Yes, that's another thing that he will break the door. He doesn't need to knock. 

I closed my eyes, but as usual, I couldn't sleep because of anxiety. I never thought that this man would haunt me like this one day. I can't believe that I am the same woman who never feared anyone. 

How can my life take such a drastic turn?

Meeting this man was the biggest mistake of my life. I still remember our first meeting.

#Flashback#

I had always heard about Egon Bismarck, saw his pictures in newspapers and everyone always told me that he is my enemy. 

How do I explain that this enemy thing was making me curious about him? I wanted to meet him, see him. Just like a child wants to touch the fire on a candle. 

That day at the wedding party, I caught a glimpse of him. My bodyguards were keen on keeping us away from each other's way. 

Everyone was scared of our meeting, they thought we would turn the wedding into a massacre.

I was so bored by the end of the wedding. That lovey-dovey environment was not for me. 

Why do they show off so much when they are going to get a divorce in a few months, or probably cheat on each other in a few weeks? 

I hate people who express love. Cringe! 

I got up to take some fresh air and my bodyguards got up with me.

"Are you going to follow me to the washroom now?"

I scolded them and they sat down with an embarrassed face. 

I was not going to the washroom, I just wanted to get fresh air and wanted to get away from the crowd. 

I went upstairs and as soon as I opened the window of the balcony, my head hit something hard. I hissed and saw leather shoes. 

I don't know what I said in anger but when I looked up, I saw those magnificent grey eyes. He was staring back at me curiously. 

Fuck! He looked more handsome from close. His sharp features, his aura, personality and the confidence. This is how a man should look and feel.

Wow! I was impressed by my biggest enemy. 

I was expecting some fierce conversation between us, which would lead to a blood bath, but he was in a different mood. His eyes were admiring me instead of hating me and somewhere it got me hooked. 

That teasing conversation with him was fun, he was probably the first man who made me blush. 

The little pull back to his chest was so dominating and it made the woman inside me turn on. 

Finally, the man who has the guts to touch me like a man, and his touch didn't feel bad. 

I wanted to touch him more, feel him more but it was dangerous. My bodyguards were looking for me, and I had to go. But then he asked for the dance. 

I was greedy, I didn't want to miss the chance to dance with my most handsome enemy. He was casting a spell on me. 

I forgot to talk, and loved the way he pulled me into his rhythm. I was going crazy under his touch. He touched me like he owns me, he knows me. There was no hesitation in his touch and I found it so attractive. 

I was not backing up either, my hands were all over his muscles. His back flexed with each move as we danced with passion. 

My eyes couldn't leave his lips, I was wondering how it would feel to kiss them. 

It felt like a sin, the urge to make him mine was getting stronger. The man had taken a sane part of me in that night. I wanted more of him, something which no one has ever had. 

I wanted to leave my mark on Egon Bismarck. The majestic man I met under the stars. 

That night I couldn't sleep, his touch, his voice and his eyes teased me the whole night. 

People were scared that if we came face-to-face, we would fight. 

Could anyone imagine that we actually danced and flirted with each other? 

It was so weird and fun at the same time. The urge to see him was getting stronger with the passing time. 

#Flashback Ended#

I didn't realise when I fell asleep, but the bright sunlight woke me up in the morning. I freshened up and sat by the window. Thinking about what to do ahead. 

I can't stay here for the rest of my life, he will find me sooner or later and I can't even imagine what he will do to me after that. I have pissed him beyond limits. 

He has killed all my powerful relatives who could have helped me, now I need to find an alliance that can take him down. 

This is a game of survival, I have to get rid of him before he destroys everything for me. 

I sighed as my stomach growled in hunger. I don't even know how to cook, I have been eating fucking sandwich since I came here. 

I put on my pants and went downstairs. My blood ran cold when I heard someone in the kitchen. The stove, the cutlery and the aroma of omblet. Who the fuck is here? 

I grabbed the gun from my waistband and rushed in the kitchen. I shouldn't have done that because as soon as I saw him, my hands went numb, and the gun fell from my hands. 

It was Egon, he was cooking in my kitchen shirtless like he owns the house. He looked back at me and smiled charmingly. 

"You must be tired after eating a sandwich for all these days... I am making something healthy for you. Have a seat."

He sounded like a charming boyfriend but he isn't. He was mocking me. 

I was so stunned to even speak. I felt my world spinning for a moment. 

I am fucked for good now, he is going to skin me alive. 

I looked at the door and then at him. It was not the smartest decision, but the only thing I could do to save myself was run out the door. 

He looked at me with a smirk, challenging me to try it!