Imprisoned

Chapter # 18

••• Prince •••

"Do you truly think you can get away, huh?" I mocked.

Scowling at Carter who was supposed to return my debt but instead he seek refuge from my rival and I was amazed at his audacity to refuse me.

"S-Sir... please." He coughed up blood. I was about to kill him but received a call from Theo's assistant.

Apparently he worked for Theo and Zaniel but in reality I left him to survey on their activities to make sure they didn't back stab me.

"Hello."

"Hello, Sir. Zaniel has proposed to Cinzel. Everyone is awaiting you to come." A scowl appeared on my face, sorely displeased at his deed of pushing her into this.

"I see. Did they decide the day for marriage?" I asked.

"Not yet. They can't. Not without you."

"I see. I am coming and don't let Garry know about my arrival." I ordered and cut the call. Sighing to face this affliction my heart deeply hoped to avoid and the time has come.

"Well, congrats Carter, you can have a few more breaths." I smirked and shot his hand, earning an agonizing scream from him.

"You are coming back to America with us." I said and left.

We went back and I asked about Cinzel's whereabouts.

The moment my men told me she was here, I put my foot on the bruise of Carter's hand, making him scream and getting her attention.

"Is she looking?" I asked my men.

"Yes, Sir."

"Good."

Assured no one but her is listening, I continued my action until she finally saw me.

I know it must be heartbreaking for her to see her ideal committing a murder but to spend nights under the shades of a perishingly exquisite path.

Why not bear the extremity of this passion I never accepted still it controlled me?

And it occurred...

Everything to what I anticipated except the fact her dread towards me. I predicted her to be enraged and rebellious but she wasn't-

She was not like how I anticipated her to be like.

With me, she became a lifeless being controlled by fear- the foundation of fright was never the part of my plan.

••••••

"You Love her, don't you, Young Lord?" Garry sneered, glaring at me.

Breaking the rhythm of my lull where my eyes were closed and immersed into nothingness before he interrupted.

"What do you want?" I asked rudely, opening my one eye and looking at him.

"What's your protection? Putting her right in front of the enemy: Oh hey look my young and beautiful wife and she also happens to be an Alroy." He mocked me, making me grit my teeth, trying to control my rage.

"She is more protected in my presence." I sighed, straightening my back, putting my elbow on the armrest while resting my chin on my fist, staring at his face expressionless.

"What exactly do you want? For the past twenty years you didn't remember and now suddenly you realize you made an oath to insulate her? Do you think I am vacuous to not know you are using your father's empty promise to keep her close?"