Imprisoned

Chapter # 10

I may have been the topper but wasn't a nerd, I never understood why but my mind was sharp, I learned things quickly, must be in my genes.

Leaning back I smirked, deciding to tease him after he was done explaining, "Sir!" I called him.

He was taking our names one by one but stopped. "Yes?" He softly asked.

"An off topic question, our syllabus contains Quadratic Equations, I wanna ask how they can help us in real life." I smirked, only passing time.

He fully turned to me and closed his arms at his chest, the smile not leaving his lips, almost amused. "What is your name?" He asked.

"Cinzel Collins."

"What's your dream, Miss Collins?" He asked sweetly.

"I don't know yet. Let's see where life would lead." I shrugged.

He chuckled, "Impressive. Well, Miss Collins. If you want to become a civil engineer or want to determine profit in marketing, it might help you."

"What if I want to become a housewife?" I asked, teasing him.

Everyone, including him, laughed but he said, "Then it can help you determine how much profit you guys will get at the end of the month." He said adorably. I was only playing around but his answer was sweet.

I expected a glare.

"Do you have any other doubts?"

I finally tittered and shook my head as no.

"Okay then, I will get the rest of your names tomorrow then. That's all for today." He grinned, waving at us and left.

I couldn't help but to praise him for not getting irked by my stupid question. Maybe because it was his first day but one thing was clear; he captured everyone's heart in one day.

After a week, it was raining heavily outside, I frowned because I didn't bring an umbrella with me and everyone left so I had to wait for Zaniel at the bus stop because my destination's bus was too far.

"What happened, Cinzel?" Prince Sir's voice came.

"Nothing, Sir. I am just waiting for my boyfriend." I told him nonchalantly. He hummed.

"Are you waiting for the bus, Sir?" I asked, hoping to have a talk until Zaniel arrived. His usual smile lingering over his lips, nodding in response.

"I see... Ah, there he is." I grinned, when Zaniel came in his car to pick me up.

"Hey." He got out and came to me. I frowned for him bothering to even get out.

"You don't have to get out." I mumbled.

He chuckled and gave me a side hug, "Then how can I give you this?" He smirked teasingly.

"What?" I asked, raising a brow and he kissed me without a warning.

My heart began to race by his brief yet in-depth action, wallowing me in the affection dripping from him. But, I felt ashamed to kiss him in front of my teacher.

He pulled away, holding my shoulders tightly.

"What are you doing? My teacher is here. Sorry, Prince Sir. My boyfriend is just... uncontrollable." I chuckled and put my hand over his, shaking my head, blushing.

"Yes, I am. Now, Let's go." He giggled, I smiled walking with him and turned to Prince Sir to bid goodbye but he held a mysterious look on his face, not the usual smile but rather a deep unspoken one.

Before I could explore it, he waved, "Have fun kids." He whispered with his tender lips curled upwards, I smiled back and left with Zaniel.

••••••

Coming back from the memory of a gentle deceit, I couldn't help but to sink into the fire of it. Hurting me worse than I could cope with. I couldn't comprehend what can possibly cause him to commit such an act.

Just when I thought about indulging in my reprieve and began to read a book near the fire in the lounge to ease my mind.

From the dangerous guys who imprisoned me here- Prince Sir.
A guy who can kill me anytime- Prince Sir.
The person who married me forcefully- Prince Sir.
In all, from Prince Sir.

He decided to exaggerate these overwhelming pain by his plain presence approaching me steadily, eyes preying upon me.

Just by his deep addictive scent, I can tell he is present, far but here. Right in this room, tightening my breaths around my throat.

Swallowing hard, my eyes linked with the words on the book preferably than the darkness tensing me.

"Age of Innocence?" His voice came from behind.

Closing my eyes, I shut the book, not daring to look behind the fiendish silhouette of his overpowered form.

"You are trembling." He whispered in my ears, sending shudders to my spine, curling my toes.

I didn't react as his hand gradually moved towards the armrest of the chair while the other hand rested on top; adjoining to my level with his eyes preying upon me.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked hesitantly, forcing my heavy eyelids to meet up with his spiritless ones.

"Why have you kept me alive? What was my crime? That I saw you killing-"

Before my voice could mold into rigidness he stole the glimpse of hope the instant he noticed it was there.

"What can you do? Hmm? What if I say that I want to keep you all to myself, would you believe it?"

I made a disgusted face, trying to pull away from him, "Do you even know how older you are than me?"

"Fourteen years. Plus, you certainly never cared about age and status with your fiancé then what's the problem with me?" He asked huskily.

Moving his hand around my neck and then leading around my locks, forcing me to meet his onyx eyes only pushing me on the edge of misery.

"I am your husband after all." He whispered, locking his eyes with mine.

I hate you.

"You are not, I don't consider this forced bond a marriage." I told him sternly, causing his grip on my hairs to become tight.

"Where does this bravery come from?"

"Just let me go... Please. I swear I will never mention you with anyone ever again. Please." I uttered, closing my eyes.

"Fine then." He scoffed, moving away, leaving his hands from me and taking a seat right in the front.

I released the voice of ravage struck in my throat and confronted him again, "If you want to leave, allow me to kill your lover and your parents then you are allowed to go anywhere."

I should have known, deceptions are a perfect trait for devils, I rolled my eyes, not replying as he was entertained by my reaction.

"At least tell me why am I here?" I asked desperately, looking at him but he only sighed and asked,

"What's your parent's name, Cinzel?"

"I am sure you must have known." I muttered.

"Tell me." He demanded, "Alice and Jay. Why?"

"You are adopted, you know it, don't you?" He asked, arching an eyebrow in amusement.

"Yeah so?"

"Do you know who your real parents are?" He asked with curiosity written over his face and since his presence was beyond my capabilities to bear.

I answered quickly to get rid of it, "I don't and I don't care. I have a family, I 'had' a life which you have ruined."

He hummed, getting up and left without saying anything further, baffling me.

What was his ordeal?