Chapter Twelve

She was in a midnight blue gown with, lacy texture. Curls of her long strands were falling on her bare shoulders. She put on the blue lense, natural pink lipstick and high black pencil heels. She swivelled on her heels to see how the border hem of her dress could go around. Her broad smile was describing that she liked her dress.
Liam was closely watching her. The Corners of his lips were lifted in a huge smile. He cleared his throat. It made her body jerk and a feeble squeak jumped from her pink lips. She lost her balance and was going to hit the ground.
She was almost lost in ecstasy. She didn't know he was here and watching her. He was in a blue shirt the same as her gown's colour and black coat pants.
' How could he be so handsome every time? ' She thought, chewing her lips.
Liam scooted toward her and curled his arm around her waist. Care was easily visible on his face. " Are you hurt? " he instantly picked her up. He walked toward the bed and placed her on the mattress carefully. His hands were already on her feet to remove her heels.
" What are you doing? I'm fine, truly fine. " she almost said it loudly.
His tender touch was sending a rush of strange feelings in her chest. She wanted to remove his hands from her. She didn't wanna do any stupidity under these strange unknown feelings.
He gazed up at her, " Are you sure? " He asked sweetly.
" Yes, I can show you. " She stood up and walked like a catwalk, a few steps away from him, " See! I'm fine. This is a lovely dress. " She said, staring at it in the mirror.
Attentively, he was watching her and smiled. When he found her words seeming sure. He cleared his throat, " Let's go, Rose." He said and sauntered near her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and moved out of the room.
She looked back and more than half a dozen people were following them. She glared at them and back at him.
" They are your bodyguards, Mel Gibson is head of your security team," he said.
" Hello, Madam. " She smiled. She was dressed like a businesswoman in formal pants and a coat. She was wearing black shoes. More than a security team leader she was looking like a tall and beautiful businesswoman.
' He didn't even look at her. How does he know she wants to know about these people? More importantly, I don't want any caretaker.' She thought.
" I don't need them. I can take care of myself. " She said to him.
" You are not a normal man's future wife and... " He stopped walking and looked at her, " It's a cruel world. Where you are standing right now. No further discussion and question. My decisions are the orders and my orders are the law. No one breaks them including you and except me. " He completed, making her body quiver with fear.
" Okay." Her face got gloomy and sad.
" You better do as I say. " His face hardened.
" Yes. " She gulped hard.
She walked with him toward the gargantuan hall. It was fully crowded and buzzing. She was standing in a fully crowded hall. She was shocked to see such a crowd as she was expecting something else. All men were in expensive suits and their ladies were shimmering with shiny dresses and pieces of jewellery. Liam stopped in front of a troop.
" Finally, we got the opportunity to see your Lady, son. " A man in his fifties smiled broadly looking at them.
" Rose, he is Lamberto Ricci. It's his son's wedding….. " Liam explained. She nodded with a smile.
" And I'm his uncle. You're looking beautiful. " He took her hand and kissed it.
" Thanks, nice to meet you, Mr Lamberto Ricci." She smiled shyly, taking her hand back.
" So when is the wedding, son? " Mr Ricci asked him, moving his eye Liam to her.
" I didn't fix the date but it will be soon within this week." He said tugging her toward her.
Her face blanched with the news. But she masked her face with a light smile as it was her destiny now. She tried to change it but couldn't make it.
" I'm glad, son. " He cheerfully smiled and patted Liam's shoulder, " Did you detour the house, Rose? Where Liam's childhood spent. " He asked her.
She glanced at him and blinked, " Not yet, Mr Ricci. But I must say. It's a beautiful mansion." She said, running her gaze on the huge beautiful paintings and decorated tantalizing ceiling.
" I'm glad you like it, Rose. " Old man sipped from his glass.
" Hello Miss, I'm Hebrew, cousin of Liam. " A strange man with a menacing image said in a flirting tone.
" Hello. " She managed a smile although she was scared of him.
Abruptly, Hebrew took her hand in his hand and started to shake.
It startled her. She heard a horrible growl from next to her. Suddenly, Liam's hand travelled to his neck. He squeezed it tightly. Hebrew was wriggling to get free from his grip.
" Don't you dare to touch her? If you don't wish to be in your tomb before your wedding day." Liam rampaged.
" Got it! Got it. " He raised both his hands in submission and showed it above his head to him.
She was watching him in horror. Abruptly, she wanted to rush away.
" Better! He got it, son... "Mr Ricci smiled
Liam let go of his neck and tugged her toward him. He started to walk toward the room. He withdrew his hand. She saw him moving away from her. She didn't notice this mini bar at night when she came. He stopped walking. He filled his glass with yellow substance and downed it on his throat. He hurried back toward her. She was scared to make eye contact with him. He wrapped his one arm around her debile waist and picked her off the ground. He nuzzled his nose on her bare shoulder. Her stomach was fidgeting. She felt goosebumps on the back of her neck. She couldn't move because of fear and her strange feelings crawling her body again.
" You're drunk. " She murmured slowly.
His lips curved in a smirk, " You call this drunk? " He let out a laugh. He leant in and placed a soft kiss on her chin.
" I need to use the washroom. " She whispered. She inhaled his cologne mixup with alcohol. She squinted her gaze around. She was relieved when no one was g
staring at them.
" Nice excuse. " He smiled. He put her on her feet. She staggered but he tugged her again.
He raised his phone to his ear.
" I'll be there. " He said and quickly ran his fingers on its screen. He put his phone back in his coat's pocket. " I've to attend a conference call. You'll not sneak out and search for troubles. " He said rubbing his thumb on her cheek
" I don't seek for um troubles. " She bit her lip.
He glared at his left side and she followed his gaze. Mel Gibson and four men in black suits came in.
" Yeah, you do. " He smirked, looking back at her.
" Are they staying here with me? " She asked.
" Only Mel." He said.
He kissed her cheek and took his feet out of the hall. She couldn't dare to look at him.