His Second Bride:Illegitimate

Chapter 10:Meeting Elijah

Chapter 10: Meeting Elijah

POV Ivory Costello

Sleep, was the last thing which I was able to do. I laid awake staring at the sleeping figure in front of me, his muscular arms were tightly wrapped around me. My fear rose, I was afraid he may destroy the final dignity I have while I am asleep. If he could make my sister drunk so he could r**e her, he could surely r**e me with no mercy.

He was heartless, and it was a shame that I was married to this heartless, stone-hearted, arrogant man. He may cause fear with in my body, he may control the Mafia world but the hate with in me craved for just an opportunity to escape.

I laid on arms, swallowing my spit as I dared myself to even blink my eyes. He held me like a prisoner even in his sleep, I did not even more an arm as I stayed awake. I did not know if he was a deep sleeper or a light sleeper, but I knew I preferred none. Even his sleeping figure sent chills down my spine in fear, I was terrified of him.

Time flew like a tennis ball thrown in the tear, and the soft music was heard from outside of the door. My eyes snapped to the wall ray of the morning light, finally deciding to try my luck I squeezed my way out and removing myself and placing a pillow instead of me.

I rushed my way around to the bathroom as I brushed my teeth, grabbing a nearby robe I snuck back into my room. Walking on my tip toe the music grew louder, it was an instrument more like a piano. Beautiful with a breath rhythm, my feet walked down the hall way by itself following the vibration of the music.

It stopped in front of an accident black door no different from my chamber door, I palm balled into a fist as I debated whether to knock or walk away. But when I heard the tune hitting a loud note my hands just knocked, instantly the pianist stopped, and the hallways was silence once again.

Twisting the handle, I allowed myself into the wide room, it was a ball room and I could not be mistaken it was wide and long with shining brown floor and white majestic wall colour with boarding of gold and red.

"You’re not supposed to be here. "A deep British voice was heard, my eyes snapped to a large piano it was black with only a single wax candle white was lit to give a sight of the pianist.

"I-I apologies sir. But the rhythm just got to me." I whispered, the man arched his eyebrows, his dark brown eyes stared into my own and his completed tanned skin glowed as the candle lit on him.

"You know about piano?” He questioned, I smiled and nodded my head. He narrowed his eyes at me probably wondering who I was.

"Frédéric Chopin - Prelude in E-Minor” I spoke as I neared the classic piano, the coldness of the piano made me shiver as I smiled.

"It's my favourite.” He spoke, my eyes lifted to him the smile not once dropping.

"It's beautiful, I played the piano whilst I was young before I realised this world is more harmful than the calmness of the music we listen or play. “I whispered, I leaned against the piano my smile was long gone and instead taken over by a frown.

"Elijah.” He spoke, I looked up to meet the brown eyes. It took me a while to adjust what he had said before realising he had just said his name, I felt embarrassed and rude for my lack of politeness.

"Ivory Costello.” I spoke, the man looked at me and smirked as he shuffled a little to the edge and pat the seat,

"Sit down.” He spoke politely, I felt happy to find someone who did not stare at me with disgust and a mistress but a normal person. I took his request and sat down keep a decent gap between us.

"So, which one are you?” He questioned, I narrowed my eyes confused to what he meant. As if realising how lost I was he chuckled lightly.

"Your King Ezra's first wife or the Illegitimate second bride?” He questioned, I frowned and looked away, the enlarge chandelier which hung down from the roof, the light was switched of and I wondered why the man sat alone in the dark isolated.

"The Illegitimate. The second. The disgrace. Whatever you call it. "I whispered and stood up, I did no longer want to sit.

"I apologies, I should not have been me to ask. I just could not believe which one of you could possibly marry the king and want to stand by his side?” He questioned in a mocking way, she wanted to laugh at his lame joke. But what was there to laugh about?

My poor misfortune life?

Or my misery?

"How about the wife who became his second unwillingly.” I whispered upset, my heard lowered as a sting pierced through my heart.

"Sit down. Please. “He spoke, it was as if a whisper so low that I would barely hear it but in the eerie room I could hear the chandelier slamming into each other by the wind which escaped inside.

"Elijah. Ivory." The roaring voice of King Ezra echoed into the silent room, the light switched on as I felt myself become blinded by the bright light. Fluttering my eyes, I reopened them and looked at the man who like myself stood in nothing but a dark green robe.

"King Ezra.” I whispered, his body was shaking in anger. I stepped back as he marched his way away from the door towards me,

"Not a week into the castle and your trying to pry my brother into your whoring ways.” King Ezra scoffed, my eyes widened as I turned my attention to Elijah who was standing as well but silently. He spoke nothing but just stood beside his brother, staring at me apologetically.

"Whoring around?” I questioned repeating his words which sounded so foreign on my lips, I felt insulted as if someone had just slapped me right on my face.

"Brother-"Elijah spoke, but it turn deaf in the two of our ears as we glared at each other.

"How dare you.” I yelled, offended. Even though each word of his was a lie, claiming a woman to be a w***e is painful when they don't know them.

"The truth hurts like a knife piercing through your skin right.” King Ezra spat out sourly, I bit my lower lips preventing myself trying cry or show myself to be weak in front of this man.

"You cannot call me a w***e if you’re a man w***e yourself.” I screamed stomping away, I had to leave as my tears were threatening to fall.

"IVORY COME BACK HERE!” His voice yelled, it was no lie I was for sure that everyone who slept near the ball room had heard his loud piercing voice, I did not stop I rushed towards my chamber before slamming the door behind and locking it as I leaned against letting my tears fall.

This was not the first time I had heard this name calling, Iyla’s mother was no different. So were the nannies who were paid to take care of me, I felt like a burden on everyone or a disease which everyone kept reminding how bad it is.

"OPEN THE DAMN DOOR IVORY OR...ILL BREAK IT DOWN!"