Chapter Eighty three
Cyrus smiles before he asks almost innocently,
“Oh yeah, you still love me?”
“Yes. I just want you to stop hurting me.”
“Okay little snake, listen well because this is what’s going to happen. You’re not going to tell anyone anything because when you do I am going to make sure that not only your parents but the whole famiglia finds out what kind of whore I married.” He says and I start crying again shaking my head no.
“Oh yes. I am going to tell them how you seduced me and made me take your virginity then later slept with my brother in the same bed in my own bedroom…”
“What? No. I never slept with Cullen, you know that. Why would you say that?”
“I do? How do I know exactly? You were drunk out of your mind and you didn’t even know who you slept with that night, how do I know, that the kiss you two shared didn’t turn into something more?”
“It didn’t. I would know.”
“That’s the thing, you wouldn’t know. Or maybe you do and you just can’t admit it because you know what that would mean.” He says and finishes buttoning his cufflinks while I cry saying no slowly to myself.
He goes back to the closet and comes back with his suit jacket and puts it on while he looks at me with such disgust and loathing I find myself folding back into myself. Then he asks me a question I never expected.
“What do you think is going to happen when you tell your parents what we do in our home? Seriously Bella what do you hope to achieve?”
“I will finally get away from you and you won’t be able to touch me ever again.””
“Wrong again. There are a lot of scenarios but here is what I am sure is going to happen to you, you will be divorced and used with a bad reputation. No man o caliber will take you for a wife, maybe your father can force one of his soldiers to marry you and he would do it to give himself some leverage with your father of getting promoted to a higher rank. Then he will have mistresses all over the country and the city seeing you only when convenient.”
“Don’t scare me I am not afraid of dying single.” I snap back but he continues on undeterred,
“And then there are our parents. My dad will always, always have my back, I can guarantee you that. What do you think will happen to their friendship and business when you and I get in the mix?” He says looking at me as I realize what he is saying and what it could mean for my family, my father and I deflate. He smiles and shakes his head again as if I am a huge disappointment.
“Your stupid, foolish and naïve. The next time I come for you, you better not put up a fight again because I promise you; it’s going to only get worse from here.” He says and leaves me in the bedroom watching his back as he leaves not bothering to close the door behind him.
I sleep in Cyrus’s bed for the first time since we got married alone and in pain. The next morning I pull myself to his bathroom and have a shower, I take a glimpse at my back that has turned red and prickly and get painkillers from his cabinet. Then I get back to my bedroom and apply the ointment for my wounds and get down having breakfast. After I have breakfast I go back upstairs take my purse and decide to leave, I am going to stay at my parents house for the time being until I decide what I am going to do.
I am more than surprised and upset when I am blocked from the door by the guards. Cyrus gave them strict orders to not allow me to leave the premises and so I can’t leave, I go back inside and curse him from earth to the moon while I set his house apart and break everything in my eye sight and within reach. When I have exercised all my anger I make myself a sandwich and go back to my room.
I don’t get out of my room that day or close the broken door until the next day when I go down for breakfast. As I walk down the stairs I am surprised to find the living room is back to its normal glory. The broken have been replaced and everything is in perfect order as if I didn’t cause any damage on the living room yesterday. I find Margret in the kitchen singing to herself as usual. Everything is back in place and I feel embarrassed that Margret had to clean up after my temper tantrum, she didn’t deserve it.
“Good morning Margret.”
“Good morning princess, I am glad you look well this morning.” She says to me with that same affectionate smile
“I guess I am. I am so sorry about the mess this morning.”
“What mess? I have never found this house cleaner than it was this morning. Are you trying to get me out of my job?”She jokes with a laugh and I laugh with her relieved she didn’t walk in on that.
When Margret leaves I watch some movies before I go back to bed, I don’t even close my door anymore now, what’s the use when he can get in when he wants to. I also have no reason to run around avoiding him anymore because when he wants me, there is nowhere in the house I can hide that he won’t find me. Being how I have been running around in the house day and night, I am sure that Cyrus has not been coming back home, so when he comes he will only come for one thing.
Cyrus doesn’t come home until the Sunday of their family dinner. When he comes in I am already dressed and waiting for him at the living room, I am so tired of being cooped up inside the house with nothing to do that my past time has become listening to Valentina as a she tells me about Italy and all the things she has been up to. This is also my chance to get out of Cyrus’s house and into freedom, I have been counting the days waiting for this day to finally and I was so ready for it.
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