She was staring out of the window. The sun was already down. She was going to step into a new life that wasn't selected by her. His world seemed truly ruled by power. She had seen him issuing words, people were supposed to carry his words. He had an agile mind, he set up his words like she couldn't back off. She met him today, her mind was occupied with tension. His words were reverberating in her mind, giving her a bad headache. She wasn't supposing this marriage would work as he didn't understand her, he ordered and marriage didn't work like this.        " Dear Lord! I can't spend one day with him. He's strong, vicious and ruthless. " She murmured.         He wasn't the man she wanted to fall for. She shivered, recalling his closeness in the car. She didn't hate him, but when Emlyn's name slipped from his m

                                   His side was warm but he wasn't there. She tossed away the blanket and her eyes widened in fright. She opened her mouth but his palm against it smothered it, " It's my blood. " He showed her his arm. There was a cut on the inner side of his arm, it couldn't be easily found.         Her eyes widened more. She caught his hand and removed his hand, " I'm so sorry. I didn't mean any harm to you. I picked the knife only to scare you. But I was a fool, if you can carry it why would you fear it. " She looked at the blood with guilt. Her heart filled with sadness, " I'm so sorry. " She whispered.        " It was for bloodsheet. " He smirked.        " What! " She jolted with a knock on the door. He put on the black t-shirt, walking toward the door. Sh

                               The shower couldn't take away her sadness. She was alone before sleeping and woke up alone in the room. She didn't know, did he come home? Her high heels thudded against the marble floor. Her long pink skirt was brushing against the stairs, her cream blouse was fitting to her body. She tossed her hair back from her shoulder as she stepped into the kitchen. She smelled the food and her stomach growled at it. She didn't eat last night. She was stunned watching him standing in the kitchen wearing his dark suit, " Good morning, " She astounded.         " Hey, You wake up! " He quickly gazed at her and then returned to the oven       " Are you cooking? " She was astounded again.        His lips turned up when he sighted her, " No, Last night food. I don't have time to wait for t

                                  She took a quick shower. She finished getting dressed. She didn't want to be alone with him tonight when he was like an active volcano.        A loud knock made her heart thud loud, "Come out." He said in an authoritative tone.       "I don't wanna be near you," She said out loud. She was uncertain. He could break the door.       He slammed his palm over the door again. She felt goosebumps on her nape, "Now, " She heard him, ordering her.       She stared at the door. She took deep breaths before striding toward the door.       She tightened her hand on the doorknob and turned it, breathing heavily.       She swept into the room and lowered her gaze. She squinted at him. His features

Eric opened the door to his side.       He ignored it. He unbuckled her and slid his hand under her thighs and back. He took her in his lap and drifted his eyes over her face, "Are you scared of me?" He asked in a whisper.       She stared out of the open door. Eric and his men stood far away from them, giving them privacy.       She didn't want to witness his wrath one more time. She nodded her head biting down on her lip.       His lips pressed softly over her forehead, "I'll do anything to keep you safe, even from myself too." He said with a sigh.       She turned her gaze on him. He wasn't giving a menacing look anymore. She nodded after a pause, staring at him.       Carrying her in his arms, he stepped out of the car, "I'll walk, " She said, looking around. But no one was glancing their way.