Chapter two
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Third POV
Two hours had passed. Elena's eyes blinked at the sweat that dripped down my elbow, while her legs stumbled from standing.
Everyone stared at her, others with a pitying look, while some stood to leave.
The memories of that paper; that handwriting was similar.
She held the paper firmly like it was her only hope, reminding her of a reason to move on. Even though she couldn't understand a single thing in the paper, the name written at the end was something she couldn't pretend to wrap out from it.
Suddenly, the hall door opened, everyone's eyes fixed on it. A man in a white suit barged in, his hands folded into his pocket while he smoked a cigarette, like he was in the wrong place.
Everyone suddenly starts mumbling, eyes still rolling at him. But he didn't care. He walked forward, with his eyes in front, like he needed to do something urgently.
But just then, as the crowd kept an aghast look, the door opened again, leaving everyone speechless; it felt like the walls had shifted. Elena breathed in, but the air felt so toxic, like a being not from this world had arrived.
The crowd became silent.
No single soul shall be heard.
Their eyes fixed on him as he walked through the role; he tapped his fingers. Immediately a man rushed toward him, bowed down, and handed him a white handkerchief.
Elena noticed the silence that grew through the crowd as she lifted her head, but her jaw clenched down. Sweat ran down her cheeks, as if she saw a god.
Him?
My husband?
“This can't be real?” She shook her head, refusing to believe the thought of knowing him.
Luca Moretti stood there and paused for a second as he wiped his hands around the handkerchief, fresh scent round the room, more of a fresh breath.
He exhaled deeply, placed his hands back into his pocket, and walked forward. His golden tie that threw wealth like nothing.
Elena wished the ground would open and she would jump into it, but that won't happen.
A lot of thought ran through her mind, the same man she had slapped at the bar a few days ago.
He arrived at the altar; she tried her best to bow, curling her fingers on her gown, while a sharp pain pierced through her elbow.
“Now, the groom has arrived.” The priest cleared his throat, pulling Elena into reality; it was already late to flee, without any way out.
Luca stood there, eyes locked with hers, with a smirk that gave her that sign; it wasn't over.
Throughout the vow, Elena couldn't control her eyes, like it gave a sign to escape, but that immediately paused the moment he gave her a dead gaze.
Elena let out a heavy gasp; immediately the priest was done with the vow. Without any further thoughts, she ran out of the altar and to the front row, where Sarah was at.
"What's wrong?” Sarah voiced below a whisper, her eyes roaming around from the people that stared.
“Him…” Her lips snapped open but shunned back; immediately his name ran to her mind.
“Are you okay?” Sarah asked again, hands on Elena's shoulder, but instead Elena didn't utter any word but stood there with tears that ran down her jaw.
“What are you ladies on?” A lady spoke from behind as they turned, only to meet Lucia, Luca's mom.
She spread her hands for a hug, and as they hugged, both she and Sarah did.
“Thank you, Ma.” Elena managed to curl a smile.
“I'm glad it's you," Lucia said, with a tap on Elena's shoulder.
Everything Lucia kept on discussing wasn't her concern. All she ever wanted was to flee and never look back, but that. It was a dream that would never happen.
The event had finally been over; Elena yawned while she stretched her body, already sick of the gown that was supposed to be for her happiness, but now, it wasn't.
“Enter!” The thick voice barked, pulling Elena from her thoughts as she moved back and stared at Luca, who sat comfortably in the back seat. His hands folded together, with his legs too, and his eyes fixed on her; that look he got was like she disguised him a lot.
“What?”
“Are you dumb now?" He yelled, veins pumping. At that point, Elena tightened her face, but after a second look at him, she quickly held her gown and entered the car.
The car's leathers were screaming luxury, from the perfume she inhaled all through to the large screen behind every seat that reminded her of the life she was about to experience.
She folded her legs, feeling her moving could upset him. Luca didn't care; he got busy responding to messages only he knew about.
It was an hour's journey, but Elena felt like it was a hundred years spent. The car drove inside a big compound, more like a mansion, with a wide black gate that has an owl symbol.
“It's over,” she muttered under her breath, with her eyes whining on the window, ready to start her journey of suffering.
They drove the car inside the mansion; Elena's eyes widened in shock as she stared at every design. From the golden marble floor to the black vulture bird statue at the circle of the compound.
A lot of guards surrounded the area; the maids bowed already, waiting for Luca to step out.
“Are you mad?” Luca's voice sparked like thunder, as it made her shift and smash her left hand onto the window, oozing a little blood out.
She screamed in pain, but he didn't care, his eyes cold and emotionless. He stared one last time, exhaled deeply, and stepped out of the car, leaving her alone in her own thoughts.
Elena, tears almost uttered as she swallowed them; if it was meant to be living with the devil itself, she must bear the pain.
Cold air slashed down her throat as she rose from the seat and out of the car and slammed the door. The maids beside her bowed as they greeted her.
Luca scanned her before walking into the huge mansion; Elena exhaled deeply and followed him behind.
Elena watched the maids get busy with their work; the stairs were so long, and the blue-colored light that kept shining at the side of the stairs curled a smile out of her.
“You,” Luca said, pointing at one of the maids as she quickly dropped the wipe she had and ran toward them.
Head low and hands folded behind while she awaits Luca's instructions.
Just then, Luca held her face and slapped her cheeks; the maid stumbled onto the ground.
“Her right?” He said, pulling a gun from his black suit, ready to waste her, as the maid stared at Elena with a scared look.
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