Mated To The Fairy Princess

Living with him

Luna's POV

Many thoughts ran through my head as I and Mark walked down the quiet and dark street. We had just finished having dinner with the last money he had and he told me how he had taken a decision to be the black sheep of his family in order to get back at his dad.

And this made me wonder if I did the right thing by coming back to him. If he doesn't have money, how am I supposed to sponsor the royal life that I have always lived since I was born?

This and more are the reasons why I left him at first but had to return because I have a feeling that Mark is attached to my sister's illness. I don't know how but I have to figure that out and to do that, I have to stay close to him. This is so frustrating. Everything was going so well until Mark made the worst decision ever. He would have thought of something better instead of letting go of all the wealth and power.

I sighed depressingly as I came to a halt, his house was few metres away but I was already tired. He stopped walking too and turned to me.

"What is wrong?" Mark asked.

"I'm tired. I feel like I'm going to faint anytime soon" I pouted my lip, breathing heavily.

He huffed a laugh. " Are you kidding me? You've barely walked for five minutes and you are already tired?"

" Yes. Is anything wrong with that?"

" No. Could it be that you are some kind of princess who ran away from home and probably had an accident which made you lose your memories?" He guessed, staring closely at me with furrowed brows.

I swallowed hard.

" Ha ha. I hope so too. Who knows? I might also be married to the prince of England" I sneered.

I couldn't believe he was making fun of me instead of thinking of a way to help me out. If not for my stupid mission, I wouldn't have ever think of coming back to this jerk. My life is definitely ruined.

I hissed and made to continue walking when he suddenly bent down before me and gestured for me to climb on his back.

"You want to carry me?" I asked with widened eyes. I just wanted to make sure that my eyes weren't deceiving me.

"Why? You don't want me to?" He snarled.

"Of course I do" I chuckled and jumped on him as he gasped.

"Hey. Do you want to kill me?" He hollered with a pressed lip and slight frown as he stood to his feet.

"Sorry. I'm not heavy right?"

"Tsh. Heavy is an understatement. I wonder what you feed on"

I scoffed and held tightly unto him as we slowly strolled down the road. His tantalizing scent attacking my nostrils, making me want to inhale deeper.

Has he really been this nice or am I the one who failed to notice it?. Well, whatever the answer might be - I think it would have been nicer if he still had money.

He brought me down as we finally approached the mansion. We both walked towards the main door, he pressed in some code and the door cracked open.

"Come in" He muttered and I obliged. We were about using the stairs when an unfamiliar voice stopped us.

"Where are you coming from?" A voice suddenly said and we both turned back to behold a middle-aged woman with her brown hair tumbling over her shoulders and wearing a mean face.

This must be the step witch who had made Mark's life miserable and stolen everything that belonged to him.

"Where are you coming from Mark?" She repeated.

"Oh dear Sarah. The last time I checked, you aren't in anyway related to me. So it is none of your business" Mark fired.

" Don't you dare speak to me in such manner, I'm your dad's wife" Sarah growled. "And who is this dirty looking beggar you came with?" She added, looking at me from head to toe.

Beggar?

"Hey. Did you just call me a beggar?" I snapped.

" Yes I did. I am not even surprised, a beggar can only walk with his fellow beggars" She scoffed.

" How dare you?" I half yelled and dragged her hair.

" Arrghhhhhh" Sarah screamed trying to set herself free.

" Stop it" Mark said dragging me backwards.

" No.. I am going to teach her a lesson" I roared, pulling the evil woman's hair harder.

"I said, it is enough" Dave said and forcefully set me free from her as I stood akimbo, breathing heavily.

"Honey. Honey" The woman screamed and a middle-aged man rushed downstairs.

"What is wrong?" The man asked worriedly.

"Your son brought his girlfriend here to beat me up" She whispered, pointing to me. But it was too late, no one would believe her because I was now putting on an innocent face.

"Mark what is this? You have a girlfriend and you didn't tell me about it?" The man asked.

"As if you care" Mark snorted, heading upstairs.

Rude jerk. Why can't he just act nice? Who knows, his dad might have mercy on him and give him some money and car.

" Hi Dad. I am back" I grinned.

"Are you coming with me or do you want to go back?" Dave roared.

I quickly climbed up the stairs.He walked into his room and I followed suit.

"What was that downstairs?" He fired as soon as we got into the room.

"Nothing. I was just trying to say hello to your dad" I replied, innocently.

"Really? That was so nice of you" He forced a fake smile. " From now onwards, I don't want you interacting or having anything to do with anyone in this house- apart from me" He said, sternly.

" What? But why?"

" I don't have to give you a reason. If you want to continue staying with me then you have to follow my rules"

" Don't you dare blackmail me. After all, you only took me in because you are lonely and don't have anyone apart from me. So don't act as if you are doing me a favor. " I fired.

" You.."

I cut him off. " Can you stop shouting already? If only you know who I am, you wouldn't even dare to raise your voice at me" I sneered.

" And who are you?"

I shot him a hard stare. As much as I want to scream out and brag about my royal status, I couldn't. I am supposed to lose my memories and I have to stick to that.

I let out a deep breath and walked over to the king sized bed and fall lazily on it. I guess i have to share the room with this jerk since every other thing has been taken from him including my former room.

I kept on rolling on the bed smiling and enjoying every moment of it. I didn't notice when Alex came out of the bathroom.

"What are you doing? Get off my bed now!" Mark roared making me flinch back in fear.

"Hey! Don't you dare yell at me, you almost scared me" I scowled, sitting up.

He shot me a hard stare. " Can you please get off my bed" He repeated, a bit calmly.

"No. I won't"

" What do you mean by you won't? This is my bed and I don't plan on sharing it with anyone, not even you."

I don't plan on sleeping with you either, jerk.

I scoffed. " Your bed? Looks like you are forgetting something. We are now married so whatever belongs to you, also belongs to me"

" Really? Does that include your body?" He said slowly walking towards me with a mischievous smile on his face.

I stood up and moved backwards surprised at his sudden change of character. The more I walked backwards, the closer he came to me. My head snapped back to bravely glare at him. He seemed unfazed and amused with the corner of his mouth lifted up. I hated how he could make my stomach flip even with the slightest move he made. It was so infuriating.

"Stay away from me" I spat with much venom that I could gather.

He got closer and forced my back against the glass windows. I tried to move away but he reached out and flattened both of his palms against the glass, imprisoning me between his hands. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked enticingly.

"I..I...I..you" I couldn't think straight with him being this close hovering over me like a predator playing with it's prey before the kill. His tantalizing scent attacking my nostrils, making me want to inhale deeper.

One of his hands moved away from the glass, captured my chins, lifted it so that our eyes would meet. The eyes staring back at me was a foot above mine and they reflected the beautiful city lights behind me. It felt like looking at stars in the night.

I closed my eyes, trying to force out the crazy thoughts out of my mind and praying that he doesn't go any further or I might end up doing something that I would regret later.

He chuckled and suddenly let go of me. My brows furrowed as I slowly opened my eyes. He laughed at my disappointed look - scratch that, I wasn't disappointed.

I glared at him. I had to teach him a lesson for trying to play mind games with me so I quickly pinched him hard on his hand, he groaned out in pain. "Have you lost your mind?" He yelped.

"It fits you right" I snapped happily.

I wasn't satisfied with my revenge so I hurriedly picked up one of the pillows from the bed and continuously hit him with it. "Next time, you will think twice before laying your filthy fingers on me"

He dodged it and picked up a pillow too and struck me with it.

"Ouch" I exclaimed and hit him back. He retaliated and hit me again on my head with the pillow.

We kept on hitting ourselves without any of us willing to give up, more like those wrestlersp in the television