My obsessive brother in-law

Varda's POV The beeping sound of the heart monitor caused me to snap my eyes open. I furrowed my brows in confusion as my eyes came in contact with an unfamiliar white ceiling.I rubbed my eyes with the back of my palm as I slowly recognized this place to be the hospital. Why was I here though? Last thing I remember was being at the wedding. Wait, my wedding? Alex! All my memories slowly began to resurface in my mind.I jerked off the bed and wiped the drop of sweat off my forehead. Where was Alex? Was he okay? I remember seeing him lying helplessly in his own pool of blood.I needed answers and fortunately for me, I was about to get them because the front door flew open wide and my parents barged into the room. My eyes met with mum and I could sight the tears rolling down her cheeks."Mum." I choked out a small cry. My mother rushed towards my direction and pulled me into a tight hug. She patted my back gently and muttered kind words into my ears."How are you feeling?" My dad's ste

Varda's POV "Whiskey and Tequila." He said with a warm smile. I choked out a small laughter and widened my eyes at him. "Are you kidding? Whiskey and Tequila?" I raised a brow at him.He raised his hands in mock surrender at me. "Whiskey mixed with a tiny shot of tequila will make you forget all of your worries." He winked at me and proceeded to point at the two bottles of alcohol in front of me.I shook my head in disagreement, my smile never faltering for once. "Okay, no. That sounds like poison!" I joked and he laughed at my joke.Somehow, I found myself spending time with this man, I mean we had not exchanged names or whatsoever yet we were already bonding on so much things. In his own way, he was trying to cheer me up and surprisingly it worked."So tell me, what are you trying to escape from?" He asked right after our laughters had subsided. I sighed heavily, suddenly reminded of my reason for being here. I was reminded of my own misery."I mean everyone at the bar are either h

Varda's POVI clutched the gun tight to my hands, I struggled to keep my hands from shaking but I felt fear overwhelm me. I was so confused as to why Stephen had a gun and why the gun looked exactly like the one Alex was murdered with. Stephen scoffed at me. "What are you going to do? Shoot me?" He raised a brow at me. I gulped a lump down my throat, taking a few steps backward until my back was against the wall. My hands remained glued to the gun because for some weird reason, I felt like I needed protection from Stephen in a moment like this."Y-ou, y-ou o-we m-e an exp-lana-tion.." I stuttered blinking twice and trying to calm my racing heart. Stephen scoffed for the second time, he took further steps towards my direction. I pointed the gun and yelled. "Do not come close to me!" I said, hoping that would stop Stephen from moving any further but none of my threats worked. It was either because he knew I was incapable of pulling a trigger, or maybe he was just too fearless to even c

Varda's POVI released a heavy sigh of frustration as I slowly walked towards the empty seat besides Stephen. I reluctantly sat close to him and I snuck a glance at him but his eyes were already fixated on me. I heard him groan in frustration before muttering a cuss under his breath. "This was not how I planned to coerce you into having breakfast with me." He said. Why did he even want us to have breakfast together? What was so important to him that it could not be said without having food in front of us and pretending like we were some happy family."Well, you successfully threatened me into having breakfast with you. I hope you are happy." I pointed out with a small frown on my face. My hands reached for the large pot in the middle of the table. I pretended like Stephen was not even by my side as I slowly dished out two spoons of rice on a plate.Just as my hands were about to reach for the smaller pot, I heard Stephen call out my name in such a soft tone. "Varda." His voice was ba

Varda's POVI could not stop thinking about what Elisa had told me yesterday. Although our conversation was left hanging when the gardener had suddenly interrupted. All she told me was that something terrible had shapened Stephen to become the man he was, she specifically said something traumatic. I had to think of several events but I could not come to an exact conclusion on why he would run from his wealth and family. I mean it would have taken him a lot of courage to do that. I thought of asking him today since we were going out together.I stared at myself in the mirror. My hair was neatly braided into a ponytail. I was dressed in a yellow sunflower dress and I had a yellow bow on my hair to compliment my look. I was going to apply makeup just to look extra but then I realized that I was terrible at makeup so I just intended on looking simple.I grabbed my handbag and slowly made my way out of my room. I met Stephen downstairs, he looked extremely stunning in a green sweater that