Forced Marry To The Mafia King

Chapter 6

ALEXANDER'S POV

I am just standing there casually watching her when suddenly my eyes fall on her.

At first, I think she might be joking… but the very next moment my heart begins to pound violently in my chest.

She is slowly drowning in the water.

Her hands, which were earlier struggling desperately to grab the water and stay afloat, begin to straighten… as if all her strength is fading away.

Her struggle gradually becomes weaker. Her face keeps going under and above the water… and then suddenly she becomes strangely still. My eyes widen in shock.

“So… she was telling the truth…” the thought runs through my mind like lightning, “she really doesn’t know how to swim…”

In that moment, I don’t even have a second to think.

My heart is racing. Without wasting even a single moment, I jump straight into the pool. The cold water rushes against my body.

I swim quickly toward her. She is floating there almost unconscious, her body moving slightly with the water.

“Hey…!” I call out to her anxiously, but there is no response.

I immediately grab her in my arms. Her body has gone completely limp, as if there is no strength left in her. A strange fear starts rising inside my chest.

I quickly pull her toward the edge of the pool and with great effort lift her out of the water. Water drips from my clothes as I drag her onto the ground.

I immediately lay her down on the floor.

Her face has turned pale… and her lips are slightly bluish.

“Damn…” I mutter in panic as I kneel beside her.

I quickly start pressing her stomach so the water can come out. At first nothing happens… but then suddenly water begins to spill out of her mouth. I keep pressing her stomach again and again until the water inside her finally comes out.

My heart is still beating rapidly.

She is still unconscious.

I take a deep breath and lift her into my arms. Her light body feels completely lifeless in my arms.

I quickly carry her to the room.

Once inside, I gently lay her down on the bed.

I know she should regain consciousness after some time… so I don’t inform the doctor. Still, my eyes refuse to move away from her face.

Her innocent face… the same face that always looked so lively… now appears weak and pale.

Something sharp twists inside my chest.

For a while, I simply sit there staring at her.

Then my gaze falls on her wet clothes.

If she stays in them like this, she might fall even more sick. I hesitate for a moment. A strange restlessness fills my heart.

This feels like a turning point in my life. Before this, I have never even touched a girl like this.

I stand there silently for a few seconds… then gathering my courage, I slowly begin to remove her wet clothes. My hands tremble slightly as I do it.

After removing them, I immediately pick up a blanket to cover her. But the moment my eyes fall on her body, My eyes widen in shock.

There are bite marks all over her body. Red and dark bruised marks scattered across her skin. For a moment, my heart almost stops. I recognize them. Those… are my marks.

The marks I had left on her body in anger and madness. In some places the blood has dried and clotted… especially on her chest where the marks are the deepest.

My breathing becomes heavy. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. A strange guilt begins to fill my chest.

I slowly open the drawer and take out an ointment. Then I sit beside her very carefully.

My fingers tremble slightly as I start applying the ointment to each of those marks on her body. I touch every wound gently, as if I’m afraid it might hurt her.

I rush out of the room and head straight toward the bathroom. The moment I shut the door behind me, my breathing grows heavy, a strange mixture of anger and restlessness filling my chest. Without wasting a second, I turn on the shower, and a stream of cold water crashes down over my head and shoulders.

Within seconds my entire body is soaked as I stand there shirtless beneath the shower, both my hands pressed against the wall in front of me as if I’m trying to hold myself together.

Water keeps running down my hair, over my eyes and face, and down my body, but the storm raging inside my mind refuses to calm.

Every scene from last night begins to replay vividly before my eyes her screams, her frightened voice, the way her body trembled in fear.

The sounds echo again and again in my ears, making my fingers tighten harder against the wall. She was a virgin… and I… in my blind rage, I took her virginity from her.

The thought tears through my chest like a blade. At that moment I had seen nothing but anger, hatred, and revenge. I had frightened her, treated her like an animal, and made her suffer, and now every scream and every tear of hers feels like arrows piercing my mind.

I close my eyes while the water continues to fall over my face, but the fire burning inside me only grows stronger. “Yes… she is guilty…” I mutter to myself quietly.

I know what she has done. I know why my brother was taken away from me. But my breathing grows heavier as I whisper, “But I shouldn’t have been that cruel…”

After all, she is just a fragile girl, someone who could easily break under my rage. Suddenly another image flashes in my mind the pool, her falling into the water, her drowning, her lifeless body floating. My eyes snap open instantly and I whisper in shock, “What if she had died…?”

The thought strikes my mind like lightning, and my eyes turn bloodshot. At that very moment another face appears in my mind Max, my brother. His smile… his eyes… and then the image of his dead body.

My eyes slowly open again, now completely red, and my jaw tightens as I stand straight under the falling water. My voice becomes deep and cold as I say, “You are a murderer…”

My hands slowly leave the wall as I continue, “…and you will have to face your punishment.”

The bathroom echoes with nothing but the sound of water as I look at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes filled with anger and pain. My voice turns even colder as I say, “Until your punishment is complete… I won’t even allow you to die.”

After a while I turn off the shower, dry my hair and body with a towel, get dressed, and walk out of the bathroom. When I enter the room, my eyes fall directly on the bed.

She is still lying there, unconscious and motionless, the blanket covering her body while her face remains pale. I watch her silently for a few moments before leaving the room and walking toward the hall.

As soon as I step into the hall, A voice comes out, “Instead of torturing her, it would be better to just kill her.” I slowly turn my head toward her, my eyes still red, and the moment my gaze meets.

TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!

Whose voice was that?