Chapter eleven: She's mine

Aurora's POV

As I bit on the the piece of food in my plate. I could see a lady entering from the corner of my eyes. Truth be told she was down to earth, tall and slim. She was very fair that her tiny long legs stand out

I continued chewing the food in my mouth, but I couldn't help but stare at the woman. Her elegance was captivating, and she carried herself with confidence. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, and her piercing green eyes seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the room.

She strode towards me with a warm smile, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. I felt a shiver run down my spine as her gaze swept over me, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Hello," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "I am Diva. And you are...?"

I swallowed the food in my mouth, feeling a sense of unease under Diva's piercing gaze. There was something about her that didn't quite add up, something that made me feel wary.

"Who is this woman?" I asked myself inwardly. Maybe she is one of Lord Logan's mistresses.

I watched as Diva moved closer, her eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. Her gaze seemed to bore into my skin, making me feel like an insect under a microscope. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my mind racing with questions. What did she want? And why was she staring at me like that?

"Diva what's up?" Lord Logan said from up the stairs stopping her in her tracks. 

Diva's eyes flashed with a mixture of surprise and annoyance before she turned to face Lord Logan, a bright smile plastered on her face. "Logan, darling! I was just introducing myself to...?" She trailed off, expecting Lord Logan to fill in the gap.

Lord Logan's gaze swept over me before he descended the stairs, his eyes never leaving mine. "Aurora," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine. "Diva, what brings you here?"

Diva's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "I was just dropping by to see how you're doing, Logan," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness.

Lord Logan's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze flicking between Diva and me. "I am fine, Diva. Thanks for checking in." His tone was polite, but there was an undercurrent of tension that I couldn't quite decipher.

Diva's eyes seemed to flash with annoyance, but she quickly masked it with a laugh. "Well, I'm glad to hear that. I was thinking we could catch up, maybe have a drink together?"

Lord Logan's expression remained neutral, but I sensed a subtle rejection in his tone. "I'm a bit busy right now, Diva. Maybe some other time?"

The air seemed to thicken with unspoken tension as Diva's smile began to falter. 

Although I was a stranger, I could sense the tension between them - the unwillingness in Logan's eyes and the hurt in Diva's eyes. What was wrong with these two?

I couldn't help but wonder what was going on between them. The tension was palpable, and I felt like an outsider looking in on a private drama. Lord Logan's reluctance to spend time with Diva was clear, but what caught me off guard was the hurt in Diva's eyes.

It was as if she was used to getting her way with Lord Logan, and his rejection was a surprise to her. I found myself feeling a pang of sympathy for Diva, despite barely knowing her. There was something vulnerable beneath her polished exterior, something that made me curious about their relationship.

As I watched, Diva's expression smoothed out, and she laughed, the sound a little too bright. "Of course, Logan. I'll catch you later, then." She turned to me, her eyes flashing with a mixture of curiosity and hostility. "It was nice meeting you...?" She trailed off, expecting me to fill in the gap.

I hesitated for a moment before responding, unsure of how much I should reveal about my connection to Lord Logan.

I didn't mean to pry, but I was intrigued by the gorgeous woman. I'd never felt so inferior in front of someone before, yet here I was, admiring her and acknowledging her superiority in every way. My gaze lingered on her, and I was so caught up that I didn't notice Lord Logan's disapproving stare until it was too late. His piercing glare seemed to say, "Who do you think you are, staring at my woman like that?"

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I quickly excused myself and rushed up the stairs to my room. I slammed the door shut behind me, my heart racing from the fear of Lord Logan's intense gaze. As I caught my breath, I heard his footsteps climbing the stairs, accompanied by the clicking of Diva's heels.

Logically, I should have felt relieved that he already had someone in his life, someone who would distract him from me. But instead, a subtle sense of disappointment settled in. He was going to be my husband, and I was expected to sacrifice my dreams for this marriage. Why shouldn't he make some sacrifices too?

The thought seemed ridiculous, even to me. I was being delusional, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being unfairly burdened.