Bride Of The Bullet

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

My lips burned as my lungs throbbed to get a breath of air. At first, I tried to pull back, startled by the sudden intensity, but the moment his lips pressed harder, I felt something inside me melt, like I’d known this kiss all my life.

I thrashed in his arms to release myself. His hands harshly grabbed my waist so tight I felt trapped in a small, dark room. His lips continued torturing me.

They felt dangerously familiar.

His grip tightened with every second. My hands slapped his chest multiple times, then I found myself leaning closer.

Right when I felt the corner of my eyes darkening his hands softened as his lips parted from mine. My body gave up as I slumped against his chest. “Bastard,”

He brushed my hair softly. “That I am.”

My consciousness felt like a mush, but as everything around me came to light once again, his smell filled my veins. Musk. He smelled like musk and blood. I stumbled and pushed him slightly and put the distance between us as far as I could.

I could feel him smirk as he saw me walk backwards with jiggly legs.

He kissed me. I looked up, my breath caught as I took in the mess of his hair that was freshly tousled and clearly ruined by me.

My cheeks burned, but it wasn’t embarrassment.

It took me a moment to process the whole thing, but when it did, my veins burned with rage. My hands turned into a fist as my glare at him did nothing to dismantle his perfect posture.

“If you keep looking at me like that, you might burn a hole in my body.” He calmly sat down on the chair beside across to where I was standing and signaled me to sit.

Is he insane? He kissed me right before we met and spoke but a few words, and he wants to go back to normal just like that?

“Are you f*****g insane?” I fumed. “You came in out of nowhere and kissed me forcefully, and you expect to have a conversation now?”

He tilted his head, and I swear I could see that he was amused. “Isn’t it normal to kiss the woman I am to marry tomorrow?” His eyebrows c****d at me. “And if that kiss was forceful, then how did you melt at my chest, Ms. Blackbell?”

I closed my eyes and stopped myself from throwing the second vase at his head. I didn’t realise he would turn out to be such an arrogant, self-centered, perverted bastard. Then again, there is a reason why Adrian would choose him.

I decided to set aside my fury and sit right across from him. I looked around. There was not a single servant in sight, which meant that he had cleared the area right before coming. Was the kiss pre-planned? To exercise my fear for him?

I looked at him. His amused eyes were turning darker each second. My eyes traveled on him deliberately. He was a man made of ice and sin. His body was sculpted to perfection as every bit of him was effortlessly handsome.

I bet he didn’t even try to look like that.

Before I was done checking him out, he suddenly spoke. “I have no intention of being the savior of your life from whatever type of insolent bastard Adrian is at home. This is a mere business proposal that will lighten the s**t from your father’s gut.” He took a sip from the tea.

I internally chuckled. If it’s merely professional, then why the f**k did you kiss me, you piece of s**t? Now that I think about it. Zohan might only use me as a trophy wife to claim his position as the lawful chairman of his grandfather’s company. He only wants to prove himself to his grandfather, it seems.

“Whatever the type of insolent bastard Adrian is at home.”

I looked at Zohan as he took another sip from his tea. I smiled. He hates Adrian just as much as me.

This could be my perfect chance to include him in my plan.

I grabbed my cup. “How would you like to see him ruined?”

He paused mid-way and looked up at me. The sunlight reflected in his brown eyes at the slightest movement. God gives the best features to his worst creations.

I cleared my throat. “Sell me every rotten piece of him. Let’s see how long he stands once his own name destroys him.” My eyes buried into his. “Tell me you don’t want that.”

Zohan put the cup down and seemed to think about something for a moment. He would accept this offer, would he not?

His smirk touched his eyes this time. Before I could process anything else, he stood up and looked down at me. “Keep your daddy-daughter business out of this arrangement. If this wedding is sabotaged in any way, I will have your entire family’s heads on a spike.”

He left.

———

“HE KISSED YOU THEN THREATENED TO K-KILL YOU?” I grabbed my ears as Mira shrieked. We were in the Dior store trying to get through the shopping day, but God forbid my best friend knows when to shut her mouth.

“DID HE REALLY–” I grabbed the back of her head and, with my other hand, covered her mouth.

“Will you keep quiet!” I hissed and let go of her.

She messed with her hair, trying to process my words once again. “I can’t even be delusional with this one.”

I sighed and rummaged through a few perfumes. The super mall’s ownership now belongs to Adrian, so we have to be extra careful and remove our VIP cards from the designer stores. After graduating, all I did was use every bit of Adrian’s wealth on high jewelry and designer stores, even when I didn’t need any of them.

So being here, almost every shop recognised me.

“We are getting looks. Let’s go.” I grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the store.

“Elara,” She stopped. “The wedding is tomorrow, and you are going to marry a man who threatened to put your head on a spike.” She stomped her legs. “How’s he any better than Adrian?”

I sighed. “He’s not, and I didn’t expect anything better.” Setting the bags aside I plopped on of the benches. “All I know is that, tomorrow, right on the aisle when the whole world would be watching us, I will expose every one of Adrian's crimes. I will expose his corruption from head to toe.”

“Are you sure that will work? Because if it doesn’t you will have two men on their way to kill you.” Mira looked at me with puppy eyes and joked. “I will miss you.”

“Shut up, Mira.” I rolled my eyes.

Because anyone with a sound mind would know that once the words leave my mouth, nobody can save Adrian Blackbell ever again.