"It's nice to see you finally acknowledge me. You see… I was starting to think you were colour blind," I smirked, breaking the lingering silence between us.
"Pfft," she snorted. "Now why should I acknowledge a lowly person like you, huh?" she retorted
"Well, that lowly person has something, or should I say someone, you desire the most." I rolled my eyes at her as I faced the mirror.
"I see the way you've been desperately throwing yourself at Reiss. No matter what you do, it still doesn't change the fact that he's now married, and it's to no other lowly person but me." I smile wickedly, looking in the mirror to see her reaction.
From the way she balled her hands into fists, I knew she was angry. But did I give a sh*t?
I didn't give two sh*ts about it.
She cursed underneath her breath, but the only thing I heard was a long
"Come again, Miss Pretty?" I mocked
"Will you wipe that confident look on your face off?" You don't deserve him!"
"Oh, but I got him," I chuckled.
"And he's not happy with you, is he?" She says this, her tone becoming serious.
"He doesn't treat you like you're his precious ruby; he doesn't adore you or give you attention. He even overrules your words in front of his ex; isn't that questionable?" It makes me wonder if he's even f*cked you yet," she snorted.
Almost suddenly, our first night together replayed in my head: the awful feeling I got when he said he still hated me, how he hasn't even touched me or kissed me like he did that night.
That sinking feeling I've been developing lately I always thought that I was the problem—I wasn't beautiful enough, I wasn't sexy enough, or I was just too despicable for him to f*ck me once and dread that experience again.
"He hasn't f*cked you, has he?" She Repeated
"He has!" I yelled
"Well, did he call you sweet names? Did he make you breakfast after that? Did he f*ck you once more?
Did he promise you the world? Did he dance with you in the garden? Did he tell Yota to take you shopping at the most expensive stalls? Did he tell you anything about his mother? Did he show you her ring? Did he even tell you he loved you?"
"I WON'T!" I screamed, trying to control my staggering heart from falling off my chest.
"I won't answer that, so leave me alone!" I cried
I wanted her to stop; I couldn't take another round of this torment anymore.
"I see..." she breathed, calming down.
"You're trapped just like him. But don't worry, I'll free him from your clutches soon."
I heard the door slam, and I knew she was gone.
I dropped to the floor with tears blocking my vision.
The truth is
No matter how much I try...
I'm still a woman who yearns for love and happiness.
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I wanted out.
And I wanted it right this minute.
The thought of staying in this place for one more minute makes my head hurt. I could just vomit.
So that's what I'm going to do. I will take my bag and get the hell out of this place.
45 minutes earlier
"Freya, where are you going?" His voice echoed in my head as I walked past him.
"I'm going home," I said without giving him a glance. Everyone's attention at the table was now drawn to me. I could feel their stares, but I wasn't going to explain myself. I just wanted to be out of this place in the next 5 minutes.
"What're you talking about? We're not finished here." Reiss said as he grabbed my wrists; he held them tight, but not tight enough to make me wince.
His eyes narrowed as we came face-to-face. He seemed displeased, astonished, or whatever. I couldn't read his face, even though I wanted to badly.
"Reiss, let go of me. You already have her; you don't need me here," I said, glancing at that despicable Aracelli, whose eyes were solely fixed on us.
"What in the world are you talking about?" He acted as though he was taken aback by what I had just said, but he is such a damn actor that if I hadn't lived with him for 6 weeks, I wouldn't have believed it.
"Just let me go, please," I begged. Even if my head had calculated every single comeback I could spit out, I just couldn't do this anymore.
I just want to be far away from this suffocating place filled with eagle-eyed, undermining people. I want to be far away from him so I don't feel this hurt.
My walls are broken, and I need to rebuild them quickly because I hate being vulnerable and letting my true emotions out like this, especially in front of him.
His brows furrowed as he pondered what to do next.
Shocked? I knew he was, but my impenetrable walls had fallen down so often since I met him.
"Come with me," he finally said as he led me out of the hall and towards a door I hadn't seen since we got here. Maybe it was a private room for smashing; I don't know.
When I got in and he closed the door behind him, I was almost ready to get scolded by him, but to my surprise, he pulled me into his arms and held my chin. His blue eyes stared deep into my soul.
"You've been crying. Come on, tell me who did this to you." His words were like lightning piercing into my heart.
It's amazing how these simple words can make my heart almost flutter.
But I wasn't going to fall for it. I hissed, "Let go of me." I smacked his hands away, and his grip around my waist loosed, so I quickly put distance between us.
"What is going on with you?" he said, a bit frustrated.
"You told me not to worry about her, that she wasn't a problem, but you lied!"
"I did no such thing. My words are absolute. I despise lies, Freya," he said as he took a step towards me.
"Well, guess what? She suspects us and this fucking Charade, we call marriage! Now that I think about it, why shouldn't she? With the way you've been acting all night, Pfft," I sighed as I sat on the bed.
"Did you say anything to her?"
"I didn't. I didn't have to for her to come to a conclusion."
I looked at him. "Why didn't you just marry her? If you had, then we wouldn't be in this mess right now. You would be happy, and I would be trying to pay off my debt! I wouldn't have met you in the first place if you had just chosen the one you loved."
He looked at me like I had just said something funny. "Love? I have no such feelings for that woman," he said as he walked towards a mini fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.
"You're just parched; come have some water. They've already served dinner; I'm sure you're hungry." He said this as he turned to give me a bottle of water.
"You expect me to believe that? You don't love Aracelli? Now that's just a fat lie!" I squall
He looks me straight in the eye as he lets out a gruff "Now, what makes you think so?"