(4 WEEK AGO/ DAMIAN'S POV)I had only taken a few steps back into the west wing when a blood curling scream echoed across the entire estate, my heart went into chaos as I recognized the all too familiar voice. “Elisa!” I yelled out, with the intention of sprinting back to the outhouse when I was caught and restrained by the guards. “Where do you think you're going Damian?” Great grandma questioned, emerging from the halls, looking greatly displeased, her brows furrowed in anger as she took one look at me, observing the bruises on my face from my fight with Leonard. “Haven't you offended your uncle enough by trying to covet his wife in his absence? Did you seriously think I wouldn't find out about your ill intent? I thought I raised you better, so why do you insist on constantly putting yourself at odds with your family all for that wretched girl?!!! If you're so desperate for companionship then I promise to find you a nice girl, someone far superior to that spoiled brat of the darkhor
The rest of them trembled in fear as they soon began falling one by one at the mercy of my hand. It was almost as though they had taken a vow of silence as none of them were willing to speak knowledge of the matter, feigning ignorance as they watched their coworkers drop like flies. Upon arriving to end the life of the seventh maid, I was already feeling incredibly unamused by their silence, deciding to spice it up a little. “It seems death by the hands of a loaded gun is a bit too much luxury to offer to the likes of you, you're not deserving of such an easy death, so please allow me to prepare something more fitting of your status” I voiced, ordering the guards to yield to my commands. “Prepare the furnace, we'll burn this one instead”. The moment the words escaped my lips, the long awaited confession spewed out from the mouth of the youngest of them all, frightened for the life of her older sister that was next in line to receive punishment. “Please don't, I'll tell you everything
I wasn't certain my ears were playing tricks on me, or at the very least she was only saying this to mock me, refusing to fall into her trap. I got up, heading straight for the door without even sparing her another glance. “Please, don't go!!!” She yelled out, falling out of her wheelchair in the process of trying to stop me. “I don't want to be alone anymore, please, don't leave me here, don't abandon me.” she pleaded, sobbing uncontrollably as she struggled on the floor, trying to crawl over to me, her eyes were bloodshot, her tear stained cheeks completely pale. I hadn't noticed until now, how undead she looked, it was almost as though she could break at any given moment. Against my better judgement, I returned to her side, scooping her gently into my arms, returning her to bed to rest instead of her wheelchair. I had some many questions flooding my mind but only managed to ask the one that seemed most obnoxious. “Do you really want me to stay?”. She nodded her head frantically, be
(Leonard's POV)It had been 4 weeks since I last saw her, 4 weeks since I caught her nestling deep into Damian's embrace, a week since the confrontation that changed the dynamic of our relationship. I laid haggard in my office, deep in thought when the doctor came to submit his weekly report on Elisa's condition. “Sir Leonard, may I come in?” He asked, politely remaining at the door until I summoned him in. “What's the status, are her chances getting any better?” I questioned, my tone remaining firm and distant. “I'm afraid not, Miss Elisa has refused to cooperate with her treatments, she hasn't even made it into any of her rehabilitation therapy appointments. If things keep going on like this, I don't think the young miss will ever be able to walk again. The injury to her spinal column wasn't supposed to be that serious an issue, she could've recovered in the timespan of only a few months but she's not willing to entertain any thoughts of recovery, skipping medications, canceling the
“Leonard! You're here” I breathe out in relief as I finally managed to pry Damian off of me, quickly stepping away from him. I wanted more than anything else to run to Leonard for protection but the murderous intent in his eyes as he glared at us both, naked in our entanglement, made clear the danger that loomed at bay. “It's not what it looks like I promise, just give me a chance to explain” I tried explaining as he angrily stormed over but it was hopeless. Before I could even access the situation properly, my head was snapped to the side with a numbing force, causing me to fall to the ground as blood slowly began trickling down my nose. The impact of the hit was so grave that it didn't even hurt, the entire left side of my cheek felt paralyzed, completely numb, I couldn't even more a muscle in my face talk less of feeling it, I just sat there silently, my body still in shock as I zoned out, completely detached from the rest of the world around me. Leonard and Damian brawled behind t
(Elisa's POV) After the painstakingly hours I had invested in cleaning and refurbishing the guest house, to make it suitable for my habitation, I decided to take a shower to wash off the blood that had tainted my skin and dress my wounds. I had just put the bandage on, carefully wrapping it around my neck when a knock echoed in the living room, I hesitantly came down the stairs, mentally decided not to unlock the door if it was Leonard requesting an entire, I let out a deep sigh of relief, noting that it wasn't his figure that loomed over the peephole, I quickly unlocked the door, whilst still in my bathrobe. I had hastily reacted after gaining the assurance that it in fact wasn't Leonard, but my brain had failed to register the unusual nature of the person standing in front of me. “Why are you here?” I questioned with genuine curiosity. “Weren't you trying to avoid me? Grandmother already made it clear that I am to stay as far away from you as physically possible, so please don't ma