"They may just be the 'Beauty and the Beast' outside the book."

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"You dare to imprison me at my own manor?"

I exclaimed. My voice scratched, and tears are falling down my face. How dare a man do this to me.

I knew that I shouldn't have agreed on that contract. I knew that I can manage the bussiness on my own.

It was a bad choice. Now I'm suffering at my own decisions.

If only I tried becoming more independent when I was younger, I would've been working alone. But no, now I have a man whom I married to protect me and manage the bussiness of ny late parents.

But this is no protection, this is torture.

I can't bear his dominant attitude, the way he wants to do everything in his own way.

I hate it. Because I'm also like that

"What kind of monster are you Grabriel Grayon?!" I yelled, loud enough for others to hear outside.

There was no answer.

But instead I was met with his gaze. His dark ocean eyes piercing through me as he move the papers right infront of him.

He seems unfazed, but I knew he was bothered.

I scoffed, looking like a fool as he works with his own papers on the table. I had enough of it, my insides are boiling and I couldn't be that patient woman any longer.

Without thinking, I threw everything I could grab to the ground.

I don't care anymore. Even if it scratched me or cut me, as long as I can grab it, I'll throw it. It felt like I can lift everything to this point, the heavy vase was no match for my anger. I couldn't care less, I just needed something to pin my anger on.

My hands were bleeding from the shattered glass and other sharp things that I threw. I looked like a child that threw a tantrum, but worse. My anger did get the best of me, I was crying out of anger. What a shame.

I hate crying—espescially when it's because of stupid reason. Anger isn't a reason for me to cry.

My vision was blurry, but I can see one last thing on top of the drawer. It was reflective, and sharp, but I still had the guts touch and throw it.

As soon as I was about to throw it, a gripped in my hand stopped me mid-way through. It was cold, the hand was cold. I looked up to see who was holding me, and it was Gabriel. My vision was blurred due to the tears in my eyes, but I can not mistake his figure for any man out there.

"Stop." 

He said in a deep voice, with the only words that came out from his mouth as he held me, I scoffed and tried fighting back, despite knowing that it would be useless.

"You heartless monster! I hate you!" I shouted, anger evident in my voice. These is one of the few moments where I was no longer able to handle my emotions, something that I'm always scared to happen.

"Oh, darling, I hate me too," His words cut through, low yet clear into my ears. My spine was shivering, his breath was warm, a huge contrast to his frozen hands.

I didn't even realise it when he lifted me up the table and pinned both of my hands above me. They were bleeding, I curled my toeas in pain as I bit my lip to distract myself feom the heat on my hands. I hate cuts. But I gave myself some.

I hate getting hurt in general.

"I told you before, never disobey me." He said in a menacing tone as he grabbed my chin and facing it directly towarda him.

"You don't own me to command me, Grayon."

"Oh yes I do, princess. This devil right infront of you, owns you. From your body to your soul." He brushed his thumb on my bruised lip as a sign of threat.

A tear fell down my face, I was boiling in anger, but I was helpless.

"Stop crying. I don't like seeing you this way."

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