"I'm sorry I couldn't make it to your wedding. Would you forgive me?" She had on a small pout and tried looking sad, it did not suit her or her personality.Overlooking the fact that she was a terrible person to me, she was beautiful."Go away Tatiana" I said, putting back the jar of peanut butter I was looking at on the shelf."It's also not my fault because I didn't get an invitation. Surprising, isn't it? I was also not allowed out of my house that day either. Was it a coincidence? Hmm Hazel, or you sneaky little bitch you did that", she reached for my face and I stepped away.I had no idea what she was talking about, but I kinda suspected it was Caine. I totally forgot about her that day and even the days after."I had only my bottle and some guards to myself. Sad because they would not let me fuck them" she said, and I cringed inwardly. I was not a prude, but she was always way too vulgar. "It's no wonder why you were not let out of the house", I told her and watched her face ge

The next day I stayed for too long in bed, and watched as the rain dropped.My mind went to the times I had with Caine in the rain, the peace and the love. It made me smile before I turned again in bed.I have been quiet, inside a shell I created for myself and refused to pick calls.Saying I was sad was an understatement, but what was I to do? It wasn't like I could go back and fight for my revenge. What has happened, has happened.I could not tell Caine what happened, he would be pissed, and it would lead to more issues.Right now, what I needed was not to escalate things, I wanted to keep things low and under the carpet as much as possible.Their Luna was ridiculed, I was beaten, I cried like a coward and did nothing about it.How could I rule over them when I can't even protect myself and the heir from an angry female?One who hated the sight of me.After cleaning myself up, I bought what I could and went back home.I had cried myself to sleep that night and tended to my wounds, w

“Tris, help me” she cried and crawled towards him.He walked towards her struggling figure in the middle of the crowd. She had a broken leg. “What did you do?" He asked gently. With her present condition, she still didn't change her attitude towards me because her eyes looked the same as they did when she attacked me at the store.“That lying bitch…” she pointed her nails towards me.The roles are reversed now. I was up, she was down.“Don’t say that again” Caine stalked towards Tatiana, but Tristan held him back with a hand.If he had not, I would have. Caine looked ready to kill.“Why did you do it Tati,” Tristan looked heartbroken.“She had it coming“ Hatred poured from her voice.He sighed and his head dropped.“Whatever happens next is your doing”, he was resigning her to her faith. She chose it for herself.“Tris she pushed me….” She dragged her leg towards him.“Shut up!” Tristan's voice resonated in the cold air.He looked at her with a dead stare. “You can’t do this to me

Caine stood opposite me in the kitchen island as I drank water and tried to forget about what just happened.Tristan gave me his word that he would be back and I believed him.I was not happy Tristan left sad. It made me sad also but I had to let go of what had happened and wait for when he would return. Happy, Hopefully."What?" I asked CaineHe had been staring at me for too long since we got home.Exhaling, he came round to my side and behind me, I smiled and got ready to be warm in his embrace.“Are you still in love with him?” He held my stomach gently, but his words were not gentle.My smile dropped and I wiggled out of his hold."What's that supposed to mean? I never told you I was in love with Tristan. I do love him yes, but as my friend. You saw it" Hands on my hips, I explained as calm as I could."But it did not look like it, what just happened" He reached out for me again.I scoffed “Caine you’re just jealous. Let this be” I stepped into his arms only for him to say someth

"Good morning", Caine's voice filled the cold morning air and made me warmer from the inside."Good morning", I greeted him back, grumpy from the sleep and the fact that this was the first time I had not slept close to him even though we were in the same house, married.“I made you breakfast” he said, and my eyes went to where plates of waffles and syrup and some eggs were laid. I wondered who had helped him with creating this morning's artwork, and then I scanned the kitchen.The real havoc was in the sink, piles of kitchen stuff.He slept outside the door and woke up early to cook. I felt bad about it.Caine could not cook to save himself and if he did manage, it would be a disaster.His shirt had egg batter on it and his wedding ring was coated in syrup. He looked like he had gone through hell this morning. I was dying to laugh at him, but we were still not on good terms.“I can’t keep the food down if I eat”, I muttered, and took a bottle of water. He quickly started rinsing his