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Emerald looked at her bandaged hand with a bitter smile.
"How does it feel to bandage after making it bleed?"
Egon got up.
"Ask yourself! You are a player in that field."
"I never wanted to do that."
She hissed at him.
"Enough!"
He slammed his hands on the armrest of her chair. She flinched under his furious voice.
"Enough of your fucking madness... I don't care what you say, I don't give a fuck about what you thought or wanted... The reality is, you killed my family while faking your feelings for me. You used my feelings to destroy me and you can't change that... You are a fucked woman and that's the reason why no one ever loved you... You love to destroy people who love you..."
Emerald just stared at him.
Did his words hurt her? Yes!
Did she show it on his face? No!
Was he wrong? No!
It's hurtful, but she has done that; she has always hurt the people who tried to love her. Whether it's Ruby or Egon.
Egon said that out of anger but felt little regret when he saw her eyes getting lost in thoughts, probably repeating his mean words in her head. She must be doubting herself.
He sighed.
"I don't know what you have for me or what you had, or not... I don't even know if you had anything at all. The thing is, I don't trust you anymore... Not even a single word coming from your mouth... You are just my captive, Emerald... Let's stick to that... We are not going to recover from whatever happened or whatever is going to happen... The thing you feel when I am with another woman is just a power struggle, get over it!... We don't belong to each other now."
He said that, but he was not convinced by his own words.
He said that, so she won't hurt herself out of jealousy.
Emerald felt her heart squeezing in pain. They had something special between them. The allure and obsession were something really deep. He is right, they should let it go but it will be like death for her.
"Right!"
She ignored the lump in her throat.
"Let's stick to that!"
She removed the bandage from her hand.
Egon gritted when she did that.
"Eme___"
"It's okay!"
She stopped him from touching her.
"I am in love with pain nowadays..."
She smiled bitterly.
"It keeps my mind busy... Don't mind me!"
She walked inside with her bleeding hand.
Egon watched her go upstairs and cursed while kicking the chair angrily.
"Fuck!"
Life has become so unclear and messy for him.
Emerald went to the roof and lay on the swing, her hand was hanging down and blood was dripping slowly. A single hot tear escaped from her right eye.
The thought of Egon not wanting her anymore was hard to acknowledge, even though she knew that he was not wrong.
He is the only man she loves, and the reason for getting too attached to him might be the lack of love she has received from her own family
People were either scared of her or distant from her. He was the only one who showed her affection and love.
And when she learnt how to care back, everything got destroyed.
She wasn't this weak, emotions never hurt her so much. She wasn't easy to hurt before.
She wiped her tears and got up. Egon was back to his meeting with Celena.
Her chest started burning again, but she controlled it; she couldn't make herself so weak for the man who no longer cared about her. The man whose sole purpose is to make her life hell.
It's hard to unlove the person when you know why they don't love you anymore and they are right in their place.
Emerald tried to hold her heart, but it was time to unlove Egon, and it was necessary. It will be easy for her to escape.
It becomes hard to escape when you are in love with your tormentor.
Egon was talking to Celena when he noticed Emerald on the rooftop, standing on the edge. His heart skipped a beat for a minute.
He was about to get up, but she shook her head, assured him that she was not going to jump.
He stayed back, tried to trust her and warned her with a stern gaze.
She stepped back and he sighed in relief. There is no doubt that this woman will make him crazy one day.
Celena cleared her throat.
"You look so convinced to keep her alive..."
She sprayed the perfume on her wrist.
"Don't mind my curiosity... She is my enemy too. I was waiting for the news of her death."
Egon rejected the perfume she just sprayed.
"This is my personal matter."
"No doubt but you don't even know her... Why are you so worked up behind her? Isn't it too easy to just kill her?"
She has a doubt that they have a past. There are no clear proofs that they were together but she always wanted to confirm it. Emerald's sassy replies never gave her a clear hint.
Egon just ignored her question.
"Nothing worked... You can be better with scents."
He tossed the applicator in the dustbin.
She made a face when she didn't get her answer, but she wanted to know; she is in search of a way to take revenge on Emerald.
"There is an auction of luxurious perfumes tomorrow, scents which are yet to be introduced in the market... You can hunt a few if you want..."
She handed him the pass with the hope that she would get to spend time with him and would probably find a way to hurt Emerald.
Egon nodded with acknowledgement.
"Will try to make it."
He looked around and Emerald was nowhere to be seen.
"Now that the meeting is over, can we have some coffee together?"
She placed her beautiful hand on his, giving him hints.
His mind was on Emerald's absence. He removed his hand away, not liking any woman's touch except Emerald's.
He opened his phone and checked the cameras but the mansion was empty. He checked the tracker and saw her moving towards the ocean.
"You should leave now."
He got up hurriedly while placing his phone in his pocket. Her face fell asleep she felt insulted.
He stormed towards the ocean, he was going to punish her badly for trying to escape again. Today she has been a trouble for him.
He reached the ocean intending to punish her, but halted in his place when he saw what she was doing.
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