Chapter 77 Betrayal!
|| Author POV ||
Night draped the mansion in shadows.
Killian returned to his mansion. His face was blank. There had been too much to handle outside but what waited inside was worse.
He ascended the stairs slowly. His boots made no sound. He reached her door and twisted the key in the lock. The metal clicked. The door creaked open, revealing silence.
His cold eyes landed on the bed first. Empty. His eyebrows drew together. His tall monstrous figure stepped inside her room. His gaze slid to the washroom. The door was half-open.
Where did she go?
The girl, curled in the narrow space between the tall nightstand and the door, slowly blinked her swollen eyelids open. Her body felt stiff, her head throbbing.
She couldn’t tell if she had passed out from exhaustion or simply cried herself into unconsciousness.
Then her eyes widened. His heavy footsteps moved deeper into the room, walking past her slumped form. He hadn’t seen her. She turned her head slowly. The door, it was open.
‘He’s a murderer.’
Tears welled in her eyes again, slipping down silently.
Hope, a desperate, trembling thing, rushed into her chest. Moving slowly, she pressed her palm against the floor, inching toward the door like a ghost.
Her hand touched the edge of the wood, just one more movement–but a large hand suddenly wrapped around her waist like iron.
“Sneaking out, rabbit?”
Killian’s voice was cold, deep, a murmur against her ear that froze her blood. A whimper escaped her throat and Rosa struggled. Her small hands tried to pry him off but it was useless.
“No-n-no. Don’t–don’t touch me!” she cried out helplessly.
Her legs kicked in vain as he lifted her effortlessly. Killian’s eyes were void of warmth, cold and lethal as they locked onto her.
“Stop struggling.”
The words came out slow, deadly quiet. But it didn’t reach her, she was already crying, already trying to shove him away as soon as her feet touched the floor, in fear.
“Don’t! Let go of me!” Rosa sobbed, her voice breaking like glass.
She thrashed in his grip, trembling violently, her palms pushing weakly against his chest as if that could save her. As if anything could!
“I said stop.” Killian growled, his patience hanging by a thread.
But her panic only worsened. Rosa kept trembling, her body reacting on its own, too shaken to listen, too broken to process. His jaw clenched. He shut his eyes tightly, frustration storming through his chest. The veins in his neck started rising with pressure.
“I SAID FUCKING STOP!” His shout shattered through the room.
Rosa let out a scream of fear, flinching hard when Killian slammed her back against the door.
Her knees buckled, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her eyes wide with terror.
Her loud breathing reached his ear. And then he felt it. Her wrists trembling under his fingers. Her pulse was throbbing.
Rosa turned her head to the side, her cheek brushing against the cold wood of the door. Tears slipped freely down her skin as she struggled to muffle her sobs.
“L-let me go. Let-go..” she begged, her voice nothing more than a shattered whisper.
She can’t believe, she was betrayed.
Her fingers pushed at him feebly like a leaf trying to stop a storm. But she didn’t even look at him. She was too scared to meet those eyes again. The eyes she once adored. The same ones that now looked monstrous to her.
Killian leaned in closer. His presence was suffocating. The heat of his breath brushed her wet cheek. Rosalie flinched, trying to pull back but there was nowhere to run.
“You weren’t supposed to find out, rabbit.” Killian murmured roughly, burdened with twisted emotion.
Rosa choked on a sob, clenching her eyes shut.
He hovered near her ear.
“Now look what you’ve done.” Her knees buckled from the weight of fear.
“You’re mine! You. Are. Fucking. Mine.” His voice was a possessive growl against her ear.
“Don’t you fucking disobey me!”
Rosa shivered violently when his fingers brushed her skin. She flinched at the contact, instinctively pushing at his chest with trembling hands. Those words and touch doesn’t feel like before. Not anymore after knowing this man is a dangerous mafia. A store of crimes.
“D-don’t–d-don’t cut my fingers..” Rosa whimpered in fear when the memory flashed before her eyes.
She didn’t dare look up. Her eyes remained fixed to the floor, filled with horror, flooded with tears.
The raw fear had already swallowed her whole. The man holding her right now isn’t her loved professor anymore.
Killian’s grip hardened. He grabbed her chin, tilting it up with forceful care.
“I would never do that.” he said darkly, eyes boring into her soul. “I told you. You’re mine, rabbit.”
Rosa struggled not to meet his gaze. Her jaw trembled beneath his fingers. Her heart pounded painfully inside her chest.
“Don’t touch-touch me with th-those hands. Move..” she wriggled softly in his hold, choking on her tears.
Killian exhaled a sharp breath. All those memories with her flashed before his hard eyes. The girl who used to crave him was now pushing him away.
“Don’t be stubborn!” Killian tilted his head, leaning at her ear, his grip on her jaw tightened. A drop of tears landed on his hand.
“I-i don’t want to stay w-with you. I-i–Y-you k-kill human.” Rosa barely managed to whisper those shaky words.
Her throat ached from the silence that came after betrayal.
The man she once believed she could die for, had shattered her. And worse, it was his bloodline, his father that destroyed her life long before she ever knew his name.
She was an orphan and he was a part of it. Yet he hid everything from her.
Rosa bit back a sob. Her chest heaved with guilt. How could she have fallen for the son of the man who tore them away from her?
Even if it was an accident, even if time had passed, it was his father’s fault. Drunk. Reckless. Her parents got to die but left her behind, cursed to walk this earth alone.
Orphaned. Shattered. Miserable. Used!
And now, she’d sinned by loving a man like him.
She didn’t care about reason. She didn’t want explanations. She just wanted to run, from him, from this fate, from her own pathetic heart.
Her soul was broken.
Is it even possible to live with a man who carries death in his name?
To love someone with hands soaked in bloads? Someone who can kill inhumanly?
Rosa couldn’t trust him anymore. Not after he manipulated her, bent her to his will, kissed her skin while hiding the blood underneath.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to vanish. She wanted to die just to stop feeling this kind of pain. Dying felt easier than to tolerate the unbearable pain inside her.
She was that broken.
Killian’s jaw tightened. His eyes fixated on her like a hawk cornering its prey. His fists clenched by his sides. The veins on his forearms protruded.
His palm slid to her cheek in a chilling slow motion. Rosa flinched at his touch and looked at his deadly eyes with her teary one.
“Say that again.”