Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Twenty Nine

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A groan escaped my lips as my cramps rolled through my body. Never had I been so irritated at being a woman, more so when nothing seemed to be going my way.

I am seriously considering overdosing on pain meds...

It was not as ridiculous a thought as I thought it would be. It had been a week, a f*****g week since the explosive argument between Soren and I.

A week that was filled with thoughts of rebellion and the inability to do any damn f*****g thing.

Not only had I been cooped up in the house with nothing to do, I was also being watched 24/7 by a multitude of guards who were much rather statues than human beings.

I knew they were working on orders from my deranged husband of whom I had barely seen in the last couple days.

Either he’s busy or he is avoiding me. None of those scenarios are working for me when I have no damn idea what’s going on with Noah.

I was on edge, more so after the awkward conversation I’d had with Ash a few days ago. Apart from calling me out for not reaching out to her sooner, she had tried to be her usual cheery self which I certainly wasn’t buying.

Despite it being a facetime call, I knew my best friend well enough to know when she was trying to hide her own issues so as to not worry me.

She probably knows me just as well...She’s probably not buying my bullshit either, huh?

Diesel had been a no go zone, her irritation with him evident as she refused to even acknowledge his existence. I made a mental note to call the psychopath out, anything to make him back off from her.

I know she can take care of herself but this is still somewhat my fault...

And Noah’s but he wasn't here to suffer her Wrath. The question had been there, in her eyes even though she said nothing of him. I knew she was worried and the thought saddened me all the more.

I squeezed the zippo lighter in my hand, fiddling with it as I always did whenever I was lost in my anxiety riddled thoughts. The little trinket had become a part of me, almost like a stress ball, despite the fact that I had no idea where the hell I had found it.

Maybe that’s what makes it appeal all the more...But where the hell did I get it though?...

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door before Marie peeped through, a small smile on her lips that I returned whilst sitting up in my bed.

“I brought you the hot compress you needed. I do hope the tea has somewhat helped you?”

She handed me the heavenly set compress, earning a hug from me as she chuckled at my Initiative.

“It did but this is going to do even more. Thank you, Marie. You are a life saver. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

I groaned, genuinely meaning it as I kept my tears at bay. She and the other ladies had been extremely supportive for the past week.

They had been the only plausible reason why I hadn’t lost my damn mind under the conditions and tension between Soren and I.

“Well, that is our job. To be available for your every need. I have to head out now. Are you sure you don’t want me to prepare a plate for you? It isn’t good for you to sleep on an empty stomach, especially after barely eating the whole day.”

Marie urged, seeming genuinely worried after me. I had been stuck in bed the whole day, braving through the worst five days of my life every month. My stomach was too queasy, unable to keep down anything that wasn’t Graham Crackers, Crisps and, surprisingly, ice cream.

Great, Emilia...how convenient that junk food is the only thing you want to consume...I can already see the even tougher gym visit...

“Thanks Marie but I genuinely can’t stomach anything right now. I should be fine, though. If I get hungry, I’ll warm what you prepared for me.”

I reassured her, earning myself a smile and nod before we said out goodbyes once more.

Loneliness engulfed me for a moment at her absence, reminding me of the massive penthouse that was now my home.

It’s alright, Emilia...she’ll be back tomorrow. You should, in the meantime, focus on your detailed plan on how to kill your husband...

Releasing a small sigh, I pulled out my phone, pulling up my notes app that beheld a plethora of ideas of which most had been crossed out.

He really wasn’t kidding when he said he’s hard to kill...

It was an infuriating reality and i could almost see his cocky smirk, goading over me the fact that every single one of my plans needed some Underworld assistance or the other.

I need resources that I do not have an expertise I don’t possess...I have to know his schedule, figure out a way to make this work for me without having to involve anyone else...

It was the big question that had haunted me for the last couple of days, going so far as to keep me up at night. I needed to find a way to separate myself from this insane man who is tearing my life apart.

The sleep creeped on me, pulling me into the depths of my sub conscious as the accumulated backlog lulled me deeper and deeper still.

My dreams were just as vivid, the nightmares that had plagued me since I said I Do to my husband rearing their ugly heads, pushing the trauma I thought I had dealt with back to the surface.

I woke up with a gasp, my body sweaty, my heart in my throat as I struggled to fight the claws of darkness as always. I had woken up before it got worse than it usually does and for a moment, as I struggled to catch my breath, I thanked my lucky stars for the good fortune.

Otherwise I’d be running for the bathroom, ready to empty the contents of my stomach...speaking of which...

The rumbling of it ricocheted through my silent room, prompting a chuckle to escape me as I slowly got out of bed.

“Alright...Alright...I’ll feed you.”

I muttered, slowly making my way out of my room and down the main staircase that I had barely seen throughout the day. It was late, very late judging by the dimmed apartment lights and the time on the wall clock in the living room.

3:30am, huh? I wonder whether he came home...

I shook my head, extinguishing any worries and concerns I had for him. I was Still mad, pissed at his threats and lack of information on Noah’s whereabouts. He didn’t deserve my concern.

Besides, he’s the King of Sin and practically unkillable judging by all my failed attempts and dead end plans.

Shrugging at the thought, I shifted all my focus on warming my late night meal. Which was why I didn’t hear hum come in. Not until he was standing at the other side of the counter, his voice bringing me back from my thoughts and to the present.

“You’re up late. You never usually are.”

He muttered, his voice sounding quite eerie considering the dimmed lights and dark tone. A chill travelled down my spine as I took him in, trying to figure out what was wrong because there was something out of place.

“I was hungry...Are you okay?”

I muttered, moving before I could stop my legs from approaching him. He said nothing, did nothing but watch my reaction as I took in his rough appearance.

Blood covered his body, reminiscent of our honeymoon night which was why my reaction was more contained despite my widened gaze.

“What the f**k happened to you?...wait, do I wanna know?”

I questioned, appalled by his rough appearance, more so when he flinched in pain at my hand on his abdomen where the blood seemed to be more than the other parts of me.

“Holy shit...Are you injured?? You need a doctor, Soren.”

I urged, my thoughts from before flying out of the window. He was not ad invulnerable as I thought he was.

“I’ll be fine. Are you okay? I heard you haven’t left your room.”

He inquired, the worry in his gaze replacing the pain he still seemed to be in despite how well he hid it.

I know all about hidden pain...it never really fades away, the signs, no matter how well you try and keep it hidden...

“I’m fine. I am really not the priority right now.”

I stressed despite the warmth that spread through me at his concern. A feeling I quickly extinguished as I reached for my phone to call for help.

“You’re always my priority, Emilia. Always.”

He stressed, his words awakening the butterflies in my stomach that swarmed all the more once his bloody hand brushed down my cheek softly, reverently like he always did.

“Alright. You’ve clearly lost a lot of blood. I’m guessing you don’t want to go to a normal hospital?”

He shook his head.

“It’s not a fatal injury. I’ll stitch it up myself.”

He muttered, dragging his feet to one of the cupboards where he pulled out a bottle of vodka and a first aid kit, each of which were put together.

How convenient...

Releasing a small sigh, I grabbed the two before gesturing at the stairs which earned me a confused frown.

“Let’s go before I change my mind. You’re going to need steadier hands if you don’t want to leave any scars.”

I reasoned with him and with my body that reminded me of my anger towards him and my vow to avoid him.

Soren seemed to feel the same way, a multitude of questions in his gaze that he kept to himself before following me up the stairs and into the bathroom in my room.

I was glad for his silence, not certain how I would answer his questions.

“On the counter. Let me assess you.”

I stressed, watching as he took a big sip of the vodka before reaching for his shirt to remove it. Gulping, I turned away and focused on removing what I would need from the first aid kit.

“How do you know how to do all this?”

He muttered, genuinely curious as he watched me run through the red bruises and stab wound which seemed to have stopped bleeding.

“Your wound is not too deep, thankfully but it will need stitches.”

I responded, ignoring his question altogether as I took to disinfecting and stitching him up. The moves came naturally, the part of my brain that did this over and over again coming alive after a long time.

Soren said nothing, never once urging me to talk despite the curiosity deep in his gaze as he watched my every move in between vodka swigs.

“My step father. He was a martial artist. He would come home pretty banged up sometimes and when my mom was away for work, I used to help him out.”

I didn’t know why I answered. Maybe because the silence was too loud? Or maybe it was the fact that he hadn’t pushed me to.

It was refreshing, more so when he simply nodded and said nothing else despite the multitude of questions clearly in his eyes.

“Here. These are pain meds. They’ll help better and quicker than the vodka.”

A chuckle escaped his lips, lips that brushed my cheek softly before he pulled away and hopped off the counter.

“You need them more than me, malyshka. Now, time for bed.”

He urged, taking my hand in his before pulling me towards the bedroom.

Speechlessly, I watched as he tucked me back into bed but not before he placed the warm compress back on my abdomen, a small frown on his lips at my flinch at the pain of the cramps.

“Sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

He urged once he settled beside me, effectively silencing my protests at having him in bed with me. Although I was trying to guard myself, my heart, I still couldn’t help the elation that coursed through me at his presence.

“Right back at you.”

I muttered, earning a small smile from him before we fell into comfortable silence that lulled me slowly back to sleep. It was an unusual occurrence after a nightmare, to feel so sleepy so soon after the harrowing visions.

But I felt safe in his arms that now cocooned me and his words that made me smile.

“Thank you, Emilia. Now sleep. I’m right here for you.”

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