02||~ Enid.

02||~ Enid.

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I was right to think my life will never be the same after signing that paper, getting married in Embers steed and moving in with my mysterious husband, and just when I thought it couldn't get worse, Adrrik Alyovich appears to prove me wrong.

But I have long prepared to meet him again . “Answer me!" He commands, voice dangerously low. His grip on my throat tightens, gaze filled with bloodlust. 

I blink, clearing away the haziness from my eyes. “Enid… Ember, Ember Fabio.” 

Adrrik seems to know this name, his grip loosen as he rakes his gaze over me. “Take that off." 

“W… what?" 

“I don't repeat myself, take the mask off." I quickly do as he has said, hand shaky, hoping he doesn't recognize me, Adrrik leans closer to me, squinting his eyes, then he loosens his grip, making me sigh in relief, at least he doesn't recognize me. 

Adrrik steps back, looking down at the blood on the floor. “Clean that up and meet me in my room." He commands then he starts making his way up the stairs while I stand there, staring at his back in disbelief. 

Did he just tell me to clean… blood?

This man seems to get more outrageous the more our paths cross.

Why am I not surprised? I sigh, about to do as he had said when a thought occurs to me, why is he in my husband's house? 

“Who are you and why are you here?” I question, pretending I don't know him since he doesn't seem to recognize me. 

“This is my house."

“Y… your house? But this house belongs to my husband." 

" If this house belongs to me then what does that make me?” He clarifies without turning back, then he resumes his walk up the stairs while I stumble back, feeling like the wind had been knocked out of me. He is my husband? 

Husband?

How is that possible? I am supposed to be marrying a Mademan but I never thought of Adrrik Alyovich, he is meant to be in Russia, why would he be here in Sicily? 

Alyovich? No wonder I found the name familiar.

And the roses, of course his hobby of raising roses is still the same.

I had spent two years running away from him just to become his wife? What twisted game is fate playing with me? I am unable to look away from where he had just disappeared to as I think of my miserable fate. How did Papa get involved with a man as dangerous as Adrrik Alyovich?

Why does it have to be the one man I shouldn't appear before? 

Steeling my resolve, I bend down and pick up the broken glasses one after the other, once I do that, I clean up the drops of blood from the ground, then make my way to his room, not bothering to think of who the blood belongs to, it could be his and I would be more than glad to watch him bleed to death. 

If there is one thing I regret ever doing, it is saving him years ago, because not only was I not appreciated for it, I almost lost my life, I lost my job, my sense of smell and something much more important.

something i had not even been aware of until it was no longer there.

Adrrik is a ruthless man, someone who should be rotting in the pit of hell, but bad men don't rot, good men do.

It takes me a while to find his room. After opening door after door on the first floor, I move to the second floor where I finally find what seems to be his room.

I stand by his doorstep, pacing around to calm my raging heart down. I should be happy he doesn't recognize me, but the more I think of it, the more it hurts. He ruined my life but he doesn't even recognize me? 

Then he should never have told me not to appear before his sight. “Do you need an invitation before you come in?" His voice makes me flinch.

The moment I walk into his room, the sight of blood greets me. Adrrik is seated on his bed, a deep gash by his side, with blood gushing out of it and staining his bed. 

I had imagined him hurt but seeing it makes my heart clench. I almost ran to him, but I stop myself before I do. Instead, I stand there in silence, watching him clean up his own wound.

“ We are leaving for Moscow tomorrow.” He informs me without glancing up. " However, before that, there are things you have to understand.” I glance at his blood stained biceps. 

“Okay." My voice is soft.

“I don't care what you do in my house, and I most definitely don't care what you want to, but there are three rules you must follow if you want to keep your head." He stares at me, gaze deadly serious, a feeling of trepidation crawls up my skin.

“You are not allowed to leave the house without my permission, you're not to speak with anyone without my permission, neither are you allowed to have contact with anyone, even your father without my permission. Do you understand?” 

“Um…will you always be at home? “ 

" No.” 

" Okay.” I am willing to do as he says as long as I don't have to be around him all the time. 

Adrrik stares at me, a familiar stare that means he is thinking, I try to guess what he could be thinking about but I am unable. “strip." he orders. I freeze, my heart drops. 

I back away, this is a nightmare. Adrrik notices my little action and his gaze becomes colder.

"strip. “ He repeats, my hand trembles by my side. 

Even with a wound, does he still want to... do that? 

~P-Lia~