1
603 Words
Elle's POV
"We don’t know when he’ll be here miss.” One of the maids answered.
“I see...” I answered, dazed as I looked around the mansion. The place was huge.
It was beautiful.
But. How unfair. Mom and I lived a life full of hardships and he and dad lived so luxuriously.
So unfair.
As I was taking a look around the place when someone pulled on my arm, turning me around and pinning me to the wall.
“It’s you? The one claiming to be Demian’s little sister?”I looked at the man as he grinned at me. A very nasty grin.
“What do you mean by ‘claim?’ I am his sister.”
He removed his grip on me, “Is that so?”
I glared at him.
“Name’s Noah. Demian’s right hand man.”
“I don’t care who you are.” I spat the words and he snickered.
Nodding as he looked at me from head to toe, he gave me one last smirk, then he turned on his soles and left.
Demian however didn’t return and the sky turned dark.
I was served dinner and then shown to my room.
The room was huge with one king size bed, it was neat but oddly it didn’t look like a guest room.
As I turned off the light and sat on the bed thinking about what to do from now on the door opened catching my attention.
A tall handsome man in a suit entered the room.
As soon as he saw me he grinned.
Seductively loosening his tie he said , “It's you? My meal for tonight.”
What? Who?!
He walked towards me throwing his coat on the chair and unbuttoning his shirt.
“E-exuse me You might have the wrong person?” I stood up from the bed as he stood an inch away from me, looking down at me.
“Oh? Any other reason you’d be in my room?”
His room?
Why is this his room?!!
“Ah!” He pushed me down on the bed as he climbed on top of me.
“No no!! This is a misunderstanding!” I pushed him, or at least I tried but his sturdy figure stood in place.
“Babe, it's too late to back down now, You’re already on my bed.”
“I don’t even know you!”
“Oh? That’s even better then.” He pinned me down and with one clean swoop on his hand he tore the front of my shirt leaving me shocked for a moment.
“Light!” I snapped my fingers and the room brightened revealing the face of the man properly.
He had his eyes shut for a moment due to the sudden brightness and as soon as he opened them he glared at me, his gaze was frightening, cold and distant but then his facial expressions changed to shock.
Realizing he was looking at the scar between my right Breast and stomach I tried covering up but he didn’t let me.
He firmly pinned down my arms as he stared at the scar.
“Stop!Please...”
His gaze moved from the scar to my eyes.
“You.” I looked at him and only then I had taken a proper look at his face and realized who he was.
“Why are you here?”
He seemed calm yet angry?
- Writer
