A LOVE Worth Ruin

Chapter Five

Evelyn's Pov

I stayed awake that night, thinking of how terrible the whole day went. His rules rang over and over again, in my head. I felt utterly alone. My parents didn't even make an appearance. I understand they were ashamed, but it was no excuse.

I was in my bed, surrounded by all the best things I could wish for, yet I knew they were nothing that I wanted.

A knock on the door stopped my musings.

“Evelyn,” Adrian's voice echoed down the quiet corridor. I stood up and adjusted my satin nightgown before heading towards the door.

My heart was beating a traitorous tune as I took every step towards my husband.

“Good evening,” I greeted as I opened the door. He nodded and made his way inside without my permission. I sighed and then closed the door behind me. He looked around and nodded.

“I trust everything is to your liking?” He asked, making his way to my bed. My imagination ran away from me in his presence.

Would he try to consummate this marriage tonight?

Would I let him? Did I even have the power to stop him?

“Evelyn?” His voice called me back to the present.

“Yes. Everything is okay. Although, those clothes are not much of my style.”

His cold eyes squinted as he tilted his head.

“And what is that? Your style?” he asked me. The question shows interest but I saw the slightest flicker of discomfort in his face as he looked at me.

“Nevermind. They're okay,” I answered, not wanting to prolong this.

He grunted in response and looked around the room. Minutes passed with both of us in total silence. I was lost in my thoughts and I could tell he was lost in his.

I wondered what he was thinking about…

Could it be about that woman, Cassandra?

She was an enigma to me.

I could tell she was a past relationship of his. I could also tell she clearly has an effect on him. I saw the way he softened just a little when she was around him.

I sighed and leaned on the door.

“Do…y-you want to…sleep with me?” I blurted out, not thinking obviously.

His head whipped to me. The confusion was barely concealed in those gray eyes as he came closer.

It was then I noticed he was holding a bag pack.

“What?” He asked, taking more steps forward. My back was already to the door and I couldn't make another move to back away from him.

I tried to think of an answer, anything at all that would take away the stupid statement I just uttered.

“I meant… since we're married now..-” he didn't move, didn't even blink as he stared at me, “ are you going to…-”

I couldn't finish the statement.

A sudden wave of nausea filled my stomach and threatened to come out from my mouth.

“No. I am not going to sleep with you. I have no interest in you.” He answered slowly, his deep gritty voice dripping with brutal honesty and piercing my already fragile heart.

I nodded my head, smiling a little, because I knew if I didn't, I'd break down in tears.

“Thank you for clarifying.” I whispered.

“You must remember that you're just here because I had a business arrangement with your father. His company for you. I am not here to entertain you and frankly, you do not interest me.” He continued, running a hand through his hair.

“Because of her?” Once again, I spoke without thinking. He tensed up and tilted his head yet again. This time, I could see the surprise on his features.

“Evelyn. You must realize that my business is mine. You're just a means to an end. A wife.” He spat out the last part like it was a curse. My heart broke yet again at his words. I was stuck in this arrangement I had no idea about, in a loveless marriage I hated.

“Do not go snooping around this house. Do not try to get close to me, and stay away from my brother!” He continued, “You'll be given unlimited access to whatever room you might want but steer clear of my room, my study and the room at the West Wing of this house. Am I clear?”

I shrugged and moved away from the door.

“I'm tired, I want to go to bed.” I whispered, tired of the back and forth.

He said nothing and just stretched out his hand, holding out his backpack to me.

“Here.”

“What's that?” I asked, watching him warily.

“Your dad brought it some hours ago. He said it has something that you need. Something for your…. nightmares.” Adrian said, still stretching his hands.

I took the bag from him and nodded. Then he headed for the door, hesitated for a while then he opened it and he was gone.

I sighed and moved to my bed. I felt like a pawn in his hands, and after he made it clear that I was just that, every string of hope disappeared in me.

I was trapped.

I opened the backpack. In it was my plushie, a beat up teddy bear I had at home.

Mr Furbie, I named it.

I clutched it close to me, seeing the flashes of the past.

My legs hurt again in response and a tear dropped. It still hurts like it happened yesterday. The day I lost a part of myself.

Still holding on to Mr Furbie, I looked into the bag again and I saw a book, a journal that had my Father's handwriting all over it.

I opened the first page and read it out loud.

To my beloved Evie

I really am sorry…I failed you.

I shut the book, and walked to a drawer.

Opening one of them, I shoved the book in it and closed it.

His words would change nothing. The deed had been done, I took on the crown as a Kane already..