Chapter 55

Letting her go with the enemy was his mistake. He just didn't

want Ellah's fear and hatred for him to grow, so he let her

go even though he wanted to spend the day with her.

He did not honor her father's request. He could tell Ellah

was angry and terrified of him. He didn't want to get to

the point where even saying his name was frowned upon

by Ellah, so all he could do was keep an eye on her at all

times.

It was difficult for him to kill the man Ellah loved and

admired, but he kept his cool. Not only did he not want to

hurt the girl's feelings, but he also did not want to

infuriate her more. Ellah's father died and in Ellah's mind,

he's the murderer. And Kleve, whom she loves, can be

trusted. He didn't say anything because he knew the

girl's mind was closed. He was aware that the words he

was uttering were causing her pain. Because his tongue

has no brakes, he is disgusted with himself, especially

after seeing how much the woman despises him.

He exarmined his own fist, which bore scars from his

punches to the tree and the wall. When he realizes he is

inflicting harm on Ellah, he punches the tree. He smiled

bitterly as he remembered the day she slapped him and

cried in front of him in the living room.

"No. Certainly not. My decision is legally binding. Make

him pay for it. I don't need any fucking exposition. Just

do whatI say"

Ellah slapped her. Her nose was red as she looked up

and met his ferocious stare.

"A-am I not enough yet?" her cheeks glistened with tears. Damn! Her terrifying eyes is controlling him.

He frowned and angrily let her go. He was about to turn

away from her and continue speaking with the person

on the other end of the line when the girl grabbed his

cellphone and threw it hard on the floor. It broke but she

felt no remorse for what she had done.

"Fuck!" he yelled angrily as he pushed the girl against the

wall. "What the hell, slut! You have no idea how valuable

my contacts are!" Oh, fuck He was unable to keep his

mouth shut.

"Am I not enough? Isn't it enough for me to be here so

that you just let my father go, Mr. Cuhen Malcogn? My

father is innocent, please let him go! Have mercy..." her

final phrase trembled her as she stared into him.

"No, you will never be enough compensation just for me

to release your mnurderous father," he stated

emphatically, and he could see the pain in her eyes.

"What else is there? What else is missing? How many

times dol have to tell you that my father is innocent and

did not murder your fiancée and mother"

When his fist hit the wall, she screamed. The force was

deafening, and even he would have been deafened by it.

"Don't bring up my late fiancée or mother. Never bring

up their names in front of me. I'm going to kill you." And

he walked right out the door. Fuck! Screw it!

He is still hurt by what happened to his mother and

future wife, and he hasn't accepted their loss, so he's like

this. He went straight to the falls and descended. He ignored the cold water because he was numb as well. He

was submerged for a long time and only surfaced when

he ran out of air. He got tired of swimming back and

forth. As a result, he punishes himself. Until he made the

decision to go up. It's becoming late.

He was emotionless as he walked up to the tall tree and

punched it hard. His hand bled, but he was unaffected by

the pain. He punched it until both his hand and the tree

were hurt. He sobbed loudly, letting out the tears he had

been holding back for a long time. He continued to

punch the tree. Damn!

Ellah's gentle face appeared in his mind, and he punched

the wood even more irritably. Why is he already affected

by the tears of every woman? He should not be affected

in this manner. But what's going on, and does he get

upset every time he sees her in pain? Damn! He was

perplexed by what was going on.

The rain began to fall. He remained standing despite the

noise. His mind was jumbled, and he tried to remove

Ellah's face, but it was stuck in his mind like glue. Is he

already troubled by a guilty conscience? No! Screw it. He

sat down next to the tree, feeling the heavy rain on his

body. Concurrently with the strong breeze.

He glanced over to the maiden's room, which was only a

few steps away from his seat. The light in his room was

turned off, and the pain he was experiencing returned.

He was aware that he was inflicting pain on her. He was

unable to keep his mouth shut. There are no brakes.

Especialy when he realizes how much she despises and

fears him..

He shook his head, recalling that night. He stood up and

went to his living room mini bar. He wanted to sleep

since the alcohol he had consumed was enough for him.

He sat in the chair and sipped his drink. Then he saw

Ellah in the waterfall taking a bath that day in his mind..

He searched the entire house for her. He almost

searched the area before deciding to go to the waterfall

because he knew she regularly visited it. He wasn't

mistaken; he saw her take her first soak. She was only

dressed in a thin nightgown. She was lying on a large

rock in front of where he was standing. He can't take his

eyes off her beauty.

Every drop of water that falls on the girl's body raises the

temperature throughout his body. He was getting hot,

and he was aware that it wasn't normal heat. With all of

his calmness gone, he quickly stripped naked and made

his way to her spot.

He claimed her for the first time with great carefulness

and admiration. He'd go insane if he didn't get a taste of

her own beauty. Oh, her beauty, she's only for him. No

one can take her beauty away from him. He is the only

one who can keep claiming Ellah, and no one else can

own her except him.

Every caress and sensation he felt on the girl's body, as

well as every response to her kisses, added to him a

strange warmth that nothing else could provide.

He looked after her. Odd. It wasn't him, but he was swept

away at the time. In addition, he prepared a set-up in the

garden. He is aware of the girl's birthday and wishes her a happy one. Even if there are only the two of them. He

brought it to the garden and saw how pleased she was.

Oh, how he wished he was the source of her happiness.

He didn't want to ruin her lovely smile. But, at her

request, he changed his mind. Ellah could ask for

anything and he would gladly give it to her, but he

couldn't give her what she asked for.

He couldn't tell the girl that her father had died and that

he was responsible for his actions. He allowed the old

man to be killed. He knew Ellah adored her father, but he

was terrified. He was afraid that he would despise him as

a result of what had happened. Ellah would think he had

murdered her father if she found out the old man was

dead. So, even against his better judgment, he chose to

hurt her on her birthday rather than grant her wish.

He casually set the bottle of whiskey down. He is ideally

drowsy and can now fall asleep. He dashed upstairs to

his room.

He awoke early the next day as well. That morning, he

looked for something to cook. It stinks! He had no idea

what Ellah's favorite was. He dialed Farhisst's number.

"Yes?" Farhistt responded. Clearly, he's just waking up.

"Could you please send me Ellah's files? l'd like to know

what her favorite food is. Shit! Send it to me because I

don't have much time."

"Yeah, wait," Farhistt sighed. At the same time, he heard

someone fiddling on the other end of the line, and a

message appeared on his cellphone. He sat back and

relaxed. Farhistt is extremely dependable in all aspects