Chapter 13 THE FIGHT (Demilia’s POV)
Before I could react, she lunged at me without thinking, and her expensive glass of champagne shattering on the floor. The sound alone vibrating through the night. I tried my best to push her off, but somehow, she managed to be faster, even stronger than I am. She was obviously driven by nothing but ddrk energy and jealousy.
"Let go of me this minute!" I yelled at the top of my voice, struggling to keep myself free.
"You think you can change the narrative over night, pretending to be the victim?" She hissed, her fury all over her face. "You think there's anything you can do to change his mind, to make him love you the way..."
"Enough!" I cried out, trying so hard to shove my hard.
She stumbled backward, but the very moment I took a step forward, before I could discern what was happening, my heels slipped and I ended up spilling the champagne. The world for a few seconds, shifted violently, and before I could make any sound, I found myself slamming so head against the hard floor.
Pain fron different directions, shot aggressively through my arm and ribs, even to the point of holding my breath. For a moment, everything continued spinning, from the lifts to the ceiling, even Vanessa's face looked blurred. But even in the situation, Vanessa moved forward, taking advantage of the situation to hover above me like a vulture into its prey.
"Oh, poor little thing," she sneered, clearly enjoying the drama, bending low beside me. "From the looks of things, it sens you would choose the cage after all as it's much safer for you." I struggled to stand up, but my arm didn't accept, but instead, screaming in protest. "You're completely insane."
"Maybe I am," she replied, deliberately brushing off a stand of hair from her face. "But at least, I'm not the one pretending to be a saint when I'm not "
"What exactly do you want from me?" I gasped.
Her eyes shone. "You don't have anything to give. But I would love to watch you break into pieces. That would be a priceless gift."
As she was still talking, there came the sound of a hurried footsteps, not so far from the hallway. Before I could respond, there came a familiar voice, much deadly than it used to be.
"What the hell is going on here under my roof?"
Ethan's figure emerged like a shadow all of a sudden just by the corridor. He was still the tall, furious and dangerous angrily bird he was used to being. His eyes landed on me while still on the floor, then to Vanessa.
"She fell," Vanessa said without anyone asking her. With that, she started adjusting her dress, her face too innocent to be held responsible for pushing to the floor. "I didy best to help her, but unfortunately, she slipped."
"You are a terrible liar," I hissed, wishing I could spank her.
He ignored me smoothly, like I was nothing. His gaze left me, then on the shattered glass, and my trembling hand. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
"I'm perfectly fine," I said, trying so hard to put on a hard exterior. I tried pushing myself up, clenching my teeth in the process.
But before I could stand on my own, Ethan took a long strides, closing the remaining space between us. He gripped my wrist firmly, but gently, but also with the force of one in charge. "I'm very sure that you are not fine," he replied. "You are bleeding, and that can't be overlooked."
"I told you that I'm fine!" I yelled, yanking my hand free with the remaining strength in me. "What's really your problem, Ethan? Ate you scared your property might get scratched in the process of falling down?"
His jaw clenched the moment the word left my mouth, and for a second, I saw how dangerous his eyes glowed. "Do you think this is a game? The one you will play anytime you like."
"You think everything about my life is your personal play ground, the one you can play on anytime you like." I shot back, not giving him the opportunity to torment me. "I can't being your puppet again! I can't stand it anymore."
"Demilia," he called, his voice low but carrying a dangerous warning tone.
"Don't you dare Demilia me like I am your property!" I cried out, already tired of being pushed around. "You used tricks to trap me here against my will, lied to me, and in control of my life. And when I tried to regain myself, to get my sanity and dignity back, you expect me not to fight back but play a grateful wife. For what exactly?"
"All I expect from you at this point is to stay alive," he snapped. "That's all I ever wanted."
"That can't be called living!"
He took a step closer, so close that I almost lost my tongue. "Then, stop looking for ways to die. You have searched for so long."
"I'm doing my best to live," I replied, tears already streaming down my cheeks. "I'm trying and hoping to live, but with no you in it."
His expression hardened the moment I said that. "Let it be known to you today, you will never survive without me."
Watch me do that "
Something changed in his facial expression. It was like anger, then replaced by another that looked like fear just a second apartment
For a second, none of us said anything. We both stared at each other.
Then came his voice, dropping too low for gat I had to stress my ears to hear them. "Never play this trick, and test my patience again."
Before I could give him the piece of my mind, he bent down end scooped me up like a weighed nothing. Nothing even giving me any sign.
"Put me down his minute!" I protested, struggling to be free while pounding my fists against his chest.
"You should better should acting up so as not to make it worse." He yelled coldly, carrying me right inside the room.