"Who the fuck are you?" I ask, pulling away from Julian as we reach the top—perhaps just him, because my concentration and desire are instantly broken by the realization that I might be married and making love to two different people. Not one person with two personalities because they're obviously as opposite as two sides of a coin.As for whether they had the same intentions towards me, maybe I would think about that after this man said everything. The man over me frowned while helping me get up and dressed. He seemed to want to explain what was going on.Did Julian have malicious intentions toward me? Were they two people who conspired to get something from me?"I-I have to go back to our room," he argued, to which I immediately grabbed his arm and held on tightly."I'm coming with you. You wouldn't leave me here, would you?" I said. This time might be a chance to prove whether my suspicions were true or just delusions."But you were here earlier and seemed to be enjoying yourself.
"Where are you going? Why do you look so presentable this early?" Julian asked when we arrived at the dining room. I had cooked for him, although I didn't know his favorite meal other than a steak, cooked rarely. He sits in a chair and sips his coffee before grabbing one of the waffles."I have a little business with Mr. Emerson to take care of some things that my mom and dad entrusted to him," I replied. "Would you like to accompany me?"Julian, who had been enjoying breakfast, lifted his face and looked at me with a look I didn't understand. "Should I?""Yes, I thought you might miss me a little."Julian snorted. "You mustn't forget, our marriage wasn't based on love. So don't think about it because it will only make me sick!"He got up, threw his napkin roughly onto the table, and stomped away.I might not be able to stand Julian's attitude and words, but his refusal to come with me meant I would have more freedom to discover my parents' secret. And... maybe more time with Jude.I
BRAKK BRAKK BRAKK! "Julian! Please open the door!" I shouted as I continued to bang on the door as hard as possible. My whole body felt like I'd been hit with a sledgehammer, my hands already turning blue from doing this every time he locked me in the room. With my clothes clinging to my body, I was still trying to escape him. I tried to escape several times, but he could always find me and locked me back in this room. I don't care about how I look; the nightdress has been torn in several parts, leaving my shoulders and chest exposed and my body shaking with chills, but I ignore it all. "Julian, let me out! Please ..." "Julian! Open the—" Check! Someone entered after turning the key. Julian looked at me with a different gaze than a few hours ago. I didn't dare to look at the man's face any longer, not wanting to imagine what he would do to me. Even though those eyes seemed so calm, it would still be hard for me to shake the impression that he was the craziest man I'd ever met. I
A few months ago..."We are messengers from the Levion family, informing you that according to the will your father left you, you will be matched with their son." A match? To the son of the Levion family? Who is this Levion family? I had never even heard of that name during my father's lifetime. "Wh-who did you say?" I asked, stammering. "The Levion family, your late father's best friends during his lifetime." The man then took out a brown envelope and the contents—a piece of paper with something written on it. However, for some reason, there seemed to be something odd about this. "I brought proof of the will your father wrote." I grabbed the paper from the man's hand and read the contents. It was true—written that my father would match me with the son of the Levion family. What kind of joke is this again? "Can you guys not talk about this first? Please look, I'm grieving right now!" I said in a hoarse voice. I had spent the whole night mourning my parents' passing and now had to
Damn! My head felt bruised when I opened my eyes due to the glare of the light that broke through the gap in the curtains. My body felt crushed as if it had been run over by a vehicle with tons of weight. Some parts of my body felt sore and painful. What the hell is going on? And the man from last night. Where was he? Was I perhaps already in heaven? Because that thing was out to devour me. I hurriedly got up and shuffled my way to the large mirror in this room. Still without clothes, of course. I had to confirm what happened. I was still in one piece, except for the claw and bite marks on my neck and wrists. I couldn't remember exactly what had happened except for a hot night with a handsome man, who then wore a monster costume with a wolf's head or whatever it was called. Whatever it was was a mistake. I shouldn't have gotten carried away and done all this because this isn't what I came here to do. I'm here to investigate the deaths of my parents that felt so awkward-as well as th
I was waiting for the mysterious man who contacted me by phone. I still kept the thing safe, hoping Julian wouldn't find it. I had turned off the ringer, just in case whenever he called, the secret cell phone wouldn't make a sound that would attract anyone's attention. I was in an unfamiliar place, so not attracting attention was the only way to survive. My eyes repeatedly glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. An hour had passed, and the sky was turning orange, which meant that night would soon come. However, I saw no sign of the mysterious man's arrival. Had he forgotten his promise? Or did he not make our meeting a priority? I heard the sound of the doorknob, which made me stand up. Not long after, footsteps entered the room, and I found only disappointment. The man standing there was not the mystery man, but Julian. "What else did you come for?" I asked in a snappy tone. Since his arrival last time, I no longer respected him. His words and behavior did not deserve to be cal
I didn't understand what was going on. Does Julian have a split personality that he treats me differently in the morning and at night? Although I liked Julian at night, still, I hoped that his behavior during the day was not much different from when he came to me every night. I love how this man treats me at night. The way he touches and caresses me, I can feel the love in it. So what happens to him during the day? "Where are you going?" asked Julian when I was about to leave his room after fulfilling his call during the day. Don't think that he was calling me for sex. Not at all. He asked me to smear his girlfriend's body with spice oil because she was ready to be fertilized.That line of Julian was, to me, the most ridiculous diction I've ever heard from someone's mouth. Just say you'll have sex; no need to soften your animal-like behavior! Julian was married, but instead of making love to me, he intended to plant his seed in a woman he wasn't married to. "Go back to my room," I
I had already packed my things to be ready to head to The Emirates along with Julian, whose nighttime Julian would turn out to be cruel later when I got there or not. However, there was one thing that bothered me a little bit before he left me, as he usually did every day. "Don't say anything to me during the day, even if I ask, okay?" "Why would I do that?" I asked, not understanding. It was only natural for me to ask; too many confusing things had happened since I first set foot in this place. "Just do what I say." He then kissed my lips before disappearing behind the closed door. After Julian's departure, after the beautiful night we had last night, even the night before, I just brooded in my room and hoped that the morning that was starting to arrive would soon replace the night and I could leave to go back to tracing the secret of my parent's death. I didn't say anything to Julian about my suspicions about Mom and Dad's deaths. I just said that I wanted to take some of the th