The Fact, That's Hurt

"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.