Escaping From My Ruthless Husband

Mauve Scarlet, The wind brushed past my face, as my ginger red hair danced over my shoulders. Nibbling the pencil, I watched the black swan, swimming in the lake all alone. The small waves around it made me smile despite the turmoil in my mind. The swan was alone but at least it was free. It didn't need to give away its identity and freedom in exchange for money. Painting and sketching is my hobby. But after the marriage to Alessandro, my dream has turned into a wishful dream for a long time. "Mistress! Master has returned. He is wishing your presence in his study!" Grace, the head maid calmly notified, keeping a certain distance from me. Her eyes flickered to the sketch before lowering her gaze with a swift, rehearsed move. She tucked her hair behind her ear as the wind blew past her strongly. "Thank you for informing me!" I politely nodded and started gathering my stuff. "Let me do it!" Grace grabbed everything and gave an awkward smile, "It will be best if Master does

I walked inside my bedroom with slow and painful steps. Feeling restlessness and anxiety, I took out a small piece of jewelry, our wedding ring. I wasn't allowed to put it on in front of him. Because this ring was identical to the original he bought for Evelyn. My chest felt tightened with each second passing by. I couldn't imagine what he was doing. Did he hug her? Kiss her? Tell her that he missed her? It was normal since he had been waiting for her. However... Why does it hurt so much? In certain ways, I was the one to blame that I broke the third rule by falling in love with him. The most important rule of the contract... Never fall in love with each other. But why is Evelyn back? Why now? That question lingered. Evelyn was supposed to be married to a Beta in another Pack. From Butler and others I learnt that she was the one who suddenly broke up with Alessandro and decided to marry someone else with no explanation. Since he didn't get closure, he thought his fated

I was too shocked to utter a word when Evelyn came towards me and her eyes scanned me as if she was trying to check some products in the mall. Before I could react, her hand reached my neck, removing the strand of hair from my shoulder. " Oh!" She gasped as if she saw something horrifying. Did she notice the hickeys? No. I had already covered them with concealer. " Alessandro!" She turned to Alessandro who had that grim expression. " Luna Simmons said you have been married for three years and still didn't mark your wife? You know this is torture for a wolf. You should mark her!" Her tone was fluffy, adorable but her eyes on me. Maybe I was jealous or her or I didn't like her. But her gaze on me looked like she was looking down on me and happy to see me unmarked. My eyes widened when she rubbed my neck with a smirk on her face and said, " You should mark her, Alessandro. Such a beautiful wife you found in my place!" She was saying one thing but her smile was carrying anot

"Make some mango sorbet for her!" Alessandro's voice kept ringing in my head since I started cooking for Evelyn. Even Carl was shocked when Evelyn kept rejecting all the food I cooked for her and kept whining to Alessandro.The entire kitchen counter was filled with unfinished dishes that she didn't even touch once. However, to make her happy, Alessandro kept pestering me to cook for them.The more I stayed near the kitchen, cooking food, the worse my nausea turned.After preparing the sorbet, I walked into the dining room once again. My ankles were hurting after wearing high heels. My time to act like Evelyn had finished, but I forgot to take them off, out of habit."Here is the sorbet!" I placed the bowl on the table, watching Alessandro's warm expression that was only for his first love.It felt like a cliché movie, watching another person's life. However, it was a bit heartbreaking that he would rather wait for her than move on."Finally!" She looked at me, her smirk deepening. "O

Evelyn didn't say anything. But her eyes were scanning the entire room like she was here for an inspection. There was something unsettling about her gaze, the way it lingered on things like she was calculating something far beyond my understanding. I didn't want to talk, but I forced myself to ask, my voice barely steady,"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked, my voice calm and collected, or at least I tried to make it sound that way. Deep down, I was terrified of making a mistake—of doing something that might make Alessandro angry.She turned her head and looked at me with a condescending gaze that sliced straight through my composure. Then, without a word, she walked toward the closet and opened it. No hesitation. No permission.I froze.Earlier when I packed my things, I forgot to lock it. I never imagined someone would invade my personal space so blatantly. My breath caught as I watched her examine the closet—her fingers grazing the fabrics, her eyes thoughtful, almost