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Laura's heart quickened in her chest. This was it. This was the big moment that would liberate her.
She swallowed tightly, “Your condition?”
“You are going to create me.”
“Create? Wait, what?” She was saying when he came back into the car, filling the atmosphere instantly with a different aura, his eyes seeming to buzz with electricity.
If she didn't know better, she would say he looked mad. He'd changed his mind in a minute.
“And you would give me everything I ask, without questions.” He added, waiting earnestly for her reply. Laura's grip tightened on the steering wheel.
Everything was a bit too expensive.
Everything could entail something she didn't have in her power to give.
But… thinking of it. She really didn't have a choice. Better to land in his hands, than in George's.
“Everything… without questions?” She blinked, giving it a final thought, “Then we would get married, and you would also do everything concerning marriage that I ask without questions?”
Ethan paused.
Screw it. No one could hurt him anymore. Not even with marriage.
“As you wish.” He let out, as he saw the Mercedes drive past them. The Mercedes in which Alessandra was seated, with her new lover.
Almost immediately, Laura took out her phone, punching in numbers with excited fingers. She raised the phone to her ear, and the slow ringing punctured the quiet car.
“Delphi, I need you to get a modest and furnished apartment for a couple ASAP. No delays, no questions.” She ended the call, and looked at Ethan, with her large dark doe eyes, “Shall we?”
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A few hours later, they both sat in silence in a cozy apartment which had been furnished beautifully and simply.
Perfect for Laura, who just wanted a quite life. Beige walls, brown sofas, white drapes and desks, with a dark wine rug with a glass center table.
“What do you want, so this marriage can work?” He asked her, crossing his legs, like he owned the house.
Laura sat up,”We have to get registered for real as soon as possible, and our wedding will hold tomorrow. Just me, you, and my assistant. We have to take marriage pictures, fix them on the walls, and all that. Then, we have to make sure they don't think you took advantage of my situation and forced me into marrying you. We will have to act like real couples.”
“I don't want to do that. Acting is…” he was saying when her brow shot upwards sharply.
Despite how confident and confronting she looked, her fingers were tightening her dress, as she desperately hoped he wouldn't have to make it harder than it had to be.
“Fine.” He sighed, “How do we go about acting like real couples?”
“We go on dates, and you'll have to do something about the way you look at me. You have to look at me more affectionately.”
A second sigh broke out of Ethan, deeper than the last. Could he ever look at anyone the way he had looked at Alessandra?
“Go on.” He simply croaked out, his throat tight.
“I’m going to trust you, Ethan. You're my last hope anyway. Whatever you do, I'm ruined, so I'm saying; I'm going to transfer half of all the properties and funds in my name. So you're going to use that money however you want, but will also flaunt the way you take care of me. The moment it gets out that I'm no longer getting married to George, every eye would be on us. We will have to sell our story very well, so even if my father still tries to turn on me, we will gain the support of the public.” She said, her eyes leaking with desperation, as she spoke without ceasing.
Public? Ethan's mind raced a little. He already drafted out plans incase he was recognized by anyone he used to know, but getting in the public's eye would increase the chances of him getting found out.
And the people he didn't want to have anything to do with yet would all be coming for him.
But he couldn't tell her. If he did, then that was admitting that he knew more than just his name.
“I understand you.” He said softly, even though his mind was still buzzing, trying to calculate things. She went on, after getting his affirmation.
“And then, perhaps, it will all end when you regain your memories. I don't know if you have a wife somewhere, or a family, so I'll let you go once you regain your memories. I think that is all for me. We just have to treat this marriage like it's real. “ She said, before going still, waiting for his reply.
Why was she so nervous to start this up?
His eyes slid away from hers, as he took his time to speak. No one needed to tell her he was someone meticulous, someone used to planning. She could feel it from the way he sat dominantly, the way his blue eyes moved about slowly like they were contemplating what to do, and the way his finger tapped restlessly on the arm of the sofa.
Perhaps, Laura was only taking chances because beautiful people seemed less threatening. Because oh, he was beautiful!
His blue eyes were the sea themselves, his lashes were the night sky towering over them, his nose was just perfect, long and pointed, his lips plump and pink as he kept moistening them, and ouch! His jaw was so sharp it would cut her finger.
Not to talk of his shoulders, and his massive chest. Her body would fit right in if he hugged her. The muscles rippling on his arms, his multiple scars reminded her of the thousand novels with girls tracing their fingers on such skin.
Truth be told, he was scarier than George. He could easily be violent, he could probably be worse, but starting from the time he stopped her father from hitting her.
Maybe that was when she stopped caring about beautiful strangers possibly being demonic.
“My turn.” He broke her thoughts, shattering them like glass, and her shoulders jumped as she realized she'd been staring at him too intently, “We would forge every single information about me.”
F… forge?
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