If only he loved me too

Chapter 14: fourteen

Slowly I open my eyes but shut them quickly due to sharp rays of light. I groan as pain shot through the back of my head. 

"Good, you're awake," said a smug voice

I open my eyes again, blinking my eyesight adjusted to the view. I narrowed my eyes at the culprit sitting in front of me on a recliner, smugness never leaving his face, the face I have dreamed about smashing for more than eight months.

"Hello, beautiful," he said smirking showing off his perfect white teeth, Peter.

I try to move but notice that I'm tied to a wooden chair, I pull at my restraints but to no avail just got tighter as much I tried to fight it, I feel a slight cut on my wrists so, I stop pulling at them and turn to glare at my captor.

"Ooo... don't look at me like that, it does something to me and it's not such a good idea, I don't want to die young," he chuckled amused which made me glare at him harder 

"That's funny of you to talk about death, you killed my husband in cold blood," I spit at him but it still doesn't change the look on his face.

"Husband," he laughed clenching his stomach like it was the funniest thing he has ever heard. I wait for him to finish "You are so cute, Erika," he sobered up.

"Where are my friends?" I asked 

out of the room, he turned around before he closes

but they dig deeper into my skin. I sigh tired off. I close my eyes to try to calm my racing heartbeat. I didn't want to think about it but my mind goes off to the events of

familiar grey eyes, dark hair, sharp jawline, and that complete beautifully handsome face. the face of my

watching the silent room and woke up when the room was completely dark except for the moonlight shining from the huge window, where there is a shadow of a

beautiful, it intensifies the beauty of nature," the first thing he says is a

did reply I wouldn't know, how? Or what to

I speak " You

a gasp because he looks breathtaking. he intensely stares at me "and yet, here I am" he opens his arms

you die, I held a funeral for you," I

held a funeral for him," he walks up to me and leans in so close that our foreheads almost touch. "But I'm not Dimitri," he whispers

of sensuousness in our entire four years of marriage, the closeness,

when you are out of here never come back and if you do, your friends die a very painful death," he warns in a husky low tone. It brings shivers down my spine, I've never felt this

death?" I ask and the moment is gone, he steps away from me. "This

for Dimitri to die," that he leaves and doesn't even turn back. it hurts but moreover it is confusing the shit out of me. what the

of hours later three men wearing full black walk in and untie me. "What are you doing? what's going on?" I ask but it falls to deaf

hand punch the other guy in the guts and kick the other in the balls. two of them wither in pain but the other one comes at me again and I stand in

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