"Didn't I tell you not to interfere in my business?"
Svanna's body was dragged down and almost hit the foot of the bed. She was not quite prepared for Nightroe's anger, which was quite calm but also so dangerous. Knowing this would happen. They were finally back somewhere, in a room where everything felt like hell. How the sapphire-blue eyes were so intense, leaving a terrifying trail. Svanna's body needed to take a few steps back as the dangerous clatter of menace approached. Nightroe was not kidding about the regret that had seized her. She was terrified. The man did not even anticipate the gaping wound on the arm. Blood was already seeping profusely. However, for Nightroe... the most important part right now was to remind her to rethink the man's prohibition. There was nothing wrong with that. Svanna did not really break the rules. She was just doing something that felt appropriate. There was an attempt to defend that as an argument. "You're going to kill someone's life. Elisabeth is innocent," she said, just as the toe of the dark shoe stopped barely a foot away. "If she's innocent, that means I have to put all the blame on you, don't you think?" All of Svanna's nerves tightened violently. She never expected Nightroe to bend one leg, and then the man's fingertips tightened roughly on her jaw. The hideous grin and whatever else Nightroe was a part of left an ugly image. Svanna felt... almost unable to dive in with the sharp flashes there. Nightroe did not give mercy. It would devour her alive. Perhaps... would also tear her apart like minced meat. That man knew how to engage evil. "Let me go, Nightroe." Hoping there would be some pity, but Svanna was just craving too much. It was impossible to find that reality from Nightroe. The man hated her with a passion. There would never be a day when suddenly a gentle gesture and the ability to forgive could give her a breath of fresh air. Instead, Svanna had to deal with moments where Nightroe's fingers would creep up, and then in just a moment the grip became something that grabbed her long hair with great force. Svanna was forced to look up until the distance between them could no longer be called fine. All of this was painful. She could not breathe the air calmly when Nightroe seemed to have taken it all away. "What are you doing with Orlando?" The man's heavy voice resembled a threatening whisper. At least, it left some questions in Svanna's mind. Orlando.... Nightroe had a younger brother, and the meeting did not take them to the introduction stage. Could it be? "What's the deal with you?" However, something inside Svanna seemed to want to test to what extent Nightroe had the patience to wait for her to tell the truth. Woe, it was the wrongest prospect. Svanna had to understand that the man she had married would not bother to muster the remaining sanity to be nice. Nightroe's rage was always a great danger, though this time it was not laced with the insane actions that had almost cost her her life so many times. She might need to be grateful for that but needed to be wary when Nightroe's forefinger suddenly traced the corner of her face, then the man said, "All your actions are my business, especially since you broke the first rule I made." Not fair. Nightroe did not want her to interfere in whatever activities the man was doing but felt most entitled to her life hanging in the balance. Svanna could not accept that their rules were made unilaterally. Rules that made it easy for one side, while the other had to limp along on the gravel. "You can't do that," she argued with determined courage. "I married you to own you, Svanna. Your disapproval is not needed here." "Then what about you? You're my husband; that means I also have the right to know whatever you're doing. You can't just lock me in this room all day. I'm going crazy!" Half shouting, Svanna felt she almost didn't care what fate she had ahead of her. Worse pain—was it? Or a miserable death? All useless. She did not want happiness anymore. The smirk at the corner of Nightroe's lips left an unusual sensation when the man loosened the grip on her hair and then brought his face between the recesses of Svanna's neck. "Isn't that what you want? I told you your life would be hell. You don't believe me. This is what you need." The same statement again. Svanna was fed up. "I need money!" she said in frustration. Doesn't Nightroe understand that sometimes hard times are so good at pushing a person ... "You could sell yourself. That's the simple way. But the bitch in you always takes the opportunity to make my life more complicated." It seemed like it never would. Nightroe would never understand. That man's statement was one of the most painful parts. There was no intention whatsoever when she decided to sign the engagement papers. This marriage was not a bond involving love. They could consider it nothing. "If I could choose, Nightroe. I never want to marry a man like you. One thing I don't understand. If you are not the only son of this family. Why didn't your father just marry me off to your brother? Orlando, right? Your father should be able to see what's good and what's not." "Shut your damn mouth!" Suddenly the anger within Nightroe exploded violently again. There was an unexpected line of hostility as she involved the other man's name here. Two brothers who didn't seem to like each other. Could Svanna hope that her judgment was wrong? "You can divorce me. Isn't that also very simple?" She asked, not wanting to interfere with something that was still a mystery. There was cause and effect, and she wasn't trying to get involved. Now, the cynical screech from Nightroe's mouth sounded closer than ever imagined. "You think after becoming my widow, your life will end up fine?" It took a long silence for Svanna to think about the meaning of Nightroe's statement. She was already part of a mafia family. When they broke off the relationship, there should not be anything else to worry about. "Our enemies will make you the perfect target, especially since they know you are my father's chosen daugther-in-law. Expect your father to be fine as well." Svanna's shoulders immediately stiffened. She did not care about herself, but her father's safety always came first. "What do you mean, Nightroe?" she asked almost in a mumble. An answer was needed, but Nightroe decided to leave her behind. Leaving behind a silence that rumbled violently and an unusual fear that she could barely control. Everything Nightroe said seemed to hint at her current fate only about dependence. That gunshot wound .... Svanna could barely think about things properly. She had lost a lot of blood. Didn't know how to take the treatment seriously. The various things in this place were not hers. Nightroe had already told her, and it would always be like that. Perhaps she needed to be more careful when trying something quietly. At the very least, the flow from the open wound should be stopped. Yeah, Svanna immediately walked towards the bathroom so that the sticky blood could be cleaned."I'm already comfortable like this. There's no need to insist on anything fancy. It's just your fantasies that are high. Besides, whether my father-in-law will likes me or not is none of your business." Svanna ended her words with a faint smile at Amelia. She knew... well knew how the woman was having a crisis of distrust of her way of confrontation. Amelia had no right to interfere in anything related to the Sullivan family's privacy. It didn't matter if the woman was unusually eager for the prospect of being next to Nightroe. This was not the right course of action. Nightroe had a wife now. They might not want each other, but Svanna would never allow another woman's interference again, after enough Yohana shook their fragile edifice. Until whenever... anything involving this vulnerable relationship, would never be solid. Svanna just needed to be careful. At least keep her distance until Amelia understood that the woman shouldn't feel entitled to simply keep cornering
"Are you sure you will wear this dress, Ms. Sullivan? Will it not hurt Mr. Russol Sullivan's feelings, since he personally prepared a special dress for you?" Svanna's attention was drawn to Alina's reflection in the mirror. She was sure there was nothing wrong with the satin dress and its plain touch. Perhaps it did need some work to be done. Instead, the dress Russol Sullivan had given her would be taken with them, including Alex who would be driving later. Svanna planned to return the dress to her father-in-law for some reason that she felt was acceptable. "You can rest easy. Nightroe's father will understand that I'm not used to things like this," Svanna said with a faint smile. True, at the very least, something in her still needed serious adaptation. Russol Sullivan would understand—without trying to force his will. The middle-aged man was not like Nightroe. That was something Svanna finally realized. She quickly looked at her reflection in the mirror.
"Ms, are you inside?" "The things given by Great Master Sullivan were left outside. I brought them for you." Svanna blinked repeatedly as Alina's voice from outside drew all her attention to the surface. Inevitably, it took her a while to comprehend the situation around her. Still in the same room and bed. She never realized she'd fallen asleep, and woke up in quite a mess; her hair was a mess, and her eyes were swollen with heat. "Ms?" Again. Alina's voice seemed to really urge Svanna to take action quickly. She gasped—realizing one forgotten action. Nightroe tore off the cloths attached to her body. She had not had time to do anything about it. "Wait a minute," she half shouted. Svanna immediately set foot on the floor surface of the room. She had to get dressed, at least. Walking hesitantly towards the closet, she took out anything; yeah, anything. Without seeing that it was Nightroe's oversized T-shirt. How Svanna's body almost sank. Not littl
Tension immediately shot up Svanna's spine right after Nightroe's mouth landed on the tops of her breasts. The bra had also been removed. What could she say? The lame reaction in her seemed to want to show that this was an effective dumb response; transfixed; silent; frightened. Svanna's eyes were suddenly blank. There was no resistance as Nightroe had spread her legs, though there was no denying that the man seemed to confirm for a moment. Perhaps thinking that silence was a form of readiness. Svanna winced as she felt something trying to break through to her core. Still with the same pain. Never thought that Nightroe's manhood would actually make her feel full down there. The man's hips moved tentatively. Just a start. Yeah. Nightroe was never good at just making her comfortable. Instead, he tends to wait for the right moment to deliver a big blow. Svanna gasped when Nightroe's impact took on a significant tempo from the previous prospect, where the tolera
Perhaps it was nothing but hatred wrapped around a kiss .... Svanna winced instinctively feeling Nightroe deliver a rough bite on her lower lip. Now she might find an answer. Just a punishment. Nightroe was punishing her for something that still hung between them. What did she expect from the hatred that still flared up? It was useless. There was nowhere to escape to. Svanna was even close to running out of air supply. She was a little grateful that Nightroe understood the situation she was in. However, it did not last long when the man returned to do the same. Crushing her, then pushing away the hand that she instinctively almost gave—almost touching her husband's face. The air from Svanna's lips parted in a gasp when Nightroe lifted her body. She couldn't deny, needing Nightroe's grip and broad shoulders was the only way to not make the situation between them feel chaotic. The alarm in Svanna reminded her that the man had taken steps to leave
Irony. Nightroe really knew how to manage to get her trapped. There was hardly a better phrase when Svanna's shoulders were jolted against the bathroom wall and there was absolutely no chance of escape. She even had to hold her breath when Nightroe's lips were so close to her face, and then the man asked, "Is the bitch in you trying to coax attention from my father?"The expression from the bottom of the man's heart—perhaps expressed full of pure contempt. Svanna could not imagine why Nightroe would harbor such thoughts. She really had no idea that Russoll Sullivan would receive so much information about the bad situation between them."I don't understand what you're talking about."That was all she could say as a small denial. Svanna did not expect Nightroe to cluck so close to her ear, but it had happened. She was completely unprepared when the touch of Nightroe's hand was already pinned on the shaft of her neck, which slowly became a threatening grip, should she dare