Emeliano's pov
"Sir, the table is set."
Greta's voice stopped me from proceeding to my study, I wasn't really in a good mood after the heart wrecking news I heard today, I was actually trying to stop myself from breaking everything around me.
I couldn't concentrate on my work today, all I could think about was the both of them together, living under one fucking roof.
That bastard did it on purpose, he made the wedding silent so I wouldn't be able to stop it.
And Her, she doesn't care about me, if she had the gods to marry that bastard, that only meant that she had gotten over me, that is if she ever did love me.
I clenched my jaw. "I'm not hungry."
"Okay sir." Greta turned to leave.
"Wait, has Rebecca eaten? Where is she?" I asked her.
"No sir, but she's upstairs in her room, would you like me to call her?" Greta asked.
"No, don't do that." I sighed. "Make sure she has dinner, I'll be in my study." I told Greta, walking over to my study.
I can't bring myself to look at Rebecca right now, her presence would only be a constant reminder of the reason why I hate the Lewis' and there was no telling what I'd do to her in the state I'm in right now.
Sitting on my study chair, I threw my head back in sadness.
Why am I letting this get to me? I shouldn't be affected by this, I should have gotten over her, why can't I get over her? Is this what it costs to fall in love with someone? Is what I'm feeling considered love? Or is it something else?
There's nothing I can do now, I can't do anything to separate the both of them... This is the end game for me... I'm done for...
They got married before I took Rebecca in, they were probably tying the knot while I was abducting the poor girl.
Poor girl?
Anybody from that family is cursed in my sight. They are all the same, that black evil blood runs through their veins!
I have to sate my hunger for revenge, maybe then I'd move on. Or will I?
The door to my study opened softly, revealing Rebecca, just seeing her face reminded me of the reason why I started this in the first place, seeing her face made me more angrier.
"Get out, just turn around." I said to her as she was about to take the first step.
She rolled her eyes and came in anyway. "I'm not gonna do that." She said, closing the door behind her.
"I'm in no mood for an argument, as you can see, I'm angry-"
"When have you not been angry?" She asked me.
"Leave me alone, Rebecca, I'm warning you... Leave while you still can." I warned her, but Rebecca being Rebecca, she ignored me and stood firm in front of the table, crossing her arms over her chest.
For some reason, she smelled nice, like roses.
"I have some questions to ask you... I'm not leaving without getting the answers, but first of all, Greta told me you didn't have dinner, why is that?" She asked, looking at me with fake concern.
"I don't know, maybe it's because I don't want to... And why do I have to answer you? You're making me angry, just get out."
"I told you I'm not leaving without answers." She said, giving me a challenging look.
I raked my hands through my hair in frustration. After going through so much stress, emotionally, now I have to face this?
"Rebecca, leave before I do something we'd both regret- me especially." I warned her.
"I don't know why you're hell bent on proving to me that you're deaf, but like I said before, I'm not leaving till I get some answers to my questions." She said, raising her voice as if she was talking to a hard of hearing person.
"Fine. Ask."
"Why do you hate your brother? Marcos?" She asked me, I felt my hand form into a tight fist, I don't even want to hear his name right now.
"None of your business, now leave."
"That's not an answer." She said, making me stand up in frustration, hoping my height would intimidate her, but trust me, this woman didn't flinch.
"What the hell is your problem Rebecca! I don't want to talk right now! I told you I wasn't In the mood for arguing with you, why the hell do you want me to yell at you?!"
Her eyes softened a little. "Are you okay?" She asked me.
"No. I'm not, seeing your face makes me want to strangle you! You are frustrating me and I don't like it- so just do what I think is best for you and me, by leaving-"
"Marcos came by today."
I paused, did I just hear her right?
"What do you mean by Marcos came by today?"
"That's what I mean... He came to see me."
"And you talked to him?"
"Of course."
"After my warnings?"
She sighed harshly. "Well, excuse me for not being rude, did you expect me to just walk out on him?"
"Yes. After my warnings."
There was no word... No fucking word to describe my anger right now, the thought of that bastard talking to Rebecca seemed to have increased the anger pumping through my veins.
"He was just being nice. He wanted to see how I was doing... And besides, I got to find out that he's married now, and he told me lovely things about his wife, he said we were both alike in so many ways, you should have seen the way he spoke about her, there was this glow in his eyes, I'm pretty sure his wife would be the luckiest woman in the world, Marcos is such a nice man- owwwwe!!!!"
I gripped her by her hair and pushed her to the table, I was pretty sure she was saying all this to make me even more angrier...
She knew how much I hated Marcos and she just wanted to rub it in my face, knowing that I would get angry to this point... And when I'm angry, I don't think- I act on impulse and right now, all I can think off is punishing Rebecca.
"Remember the last time you were here? Remember what I told you?"
Her eyes widened as she tried to rush out but I gripped her arm and pushed her back to the table. "No no... You had your chance to leave... You remember I told you I always keep to my promises?"
She didn't reply.
"Answer me." I snarled out.
She nodded.
"Use your fucking words, guarra."
"Y-yes."
"Good... Now, you know what you're going to do for me?"
"No."
"Oh, let me enlighten you." I pushed her hair away from her face and gripped her face in my hands.
"You're going to fuck yourself... Here, and now."