(DEVAN'S POV).
I slammed the door violently, swearing, cursing, doing whatever I could do to vent my emotions. I can still remember how Jason smiled mockingly at me. He knew how to drive me crazy just because of one action from him. And I would never let him again.
Groaning, I hate this feeling whenever it comes to Freya. Her life is like being bound to mine. Becoming one. Like magnets that attract each other, but cause sparks that make me even more crazy and hurt.
I couldn't handle this for much longer. My goal was to destroy her. Not to savor every beautiful moment I had with her. Or to feel burned just because her eyes were not for me. Even as my little brain admitted that I loved her, I had to suppress it deeply lest I look like a shameless loser.
At least, I had to be a good person in my dead sister's eyes. Be a good brother to avenge her death.
I took a deep breath when I saw an incoming message, it had been there for a while, a photo Jason had sent me. Before I went crazy like a man losing his sanity.
Her smile. The smile I used to see on Freya's face.
Damn it.
I grabbed my phone and slammed it to the floor until small cracks appeared on the screen and back of my phone.
"Fuck!"
I didn't know the repercussions would be this big. I was the one who asked him to play around with Freya, but damn it, I can't handle the moments where my other side goes berserk seeing her with another guy.
But that wouldn't stop me from making her life hell.
By nightfall, I was back in Freya's room. I locked it intentionally so that she couldn't get out and go anywhere. It was her punishment for letting another man touch her.
I have to make sure that she submits only to me. Only love me. And I was the only person who would make that love hell for her.
As I walked into the room, I squinted to see her inching onto the bed with a shabby appearance. Puffy eyes, dry lips, and a pale face.
I approached placing a tray of food on the bedside table.
"Eat."
"No."
I glanced at her. Annoyed by her cold and stubborn reply. My annoyance intensified when she looked at me with a sharp look in her eyes.
"Want to rebel?" I said.
"You locked me up!" she shouted in protest. Her pale face matched with a look of anger made me sure that she was so upset to realize I locked her out.
"Punishment. Just be glad I didn't tie you up in the bathroom naked," I hissed.
"You're losing your mind!" Her eyes widened, her screams shrill as her body lurched forward, trying to protest with every angry gesture she made.
But I didn't care.
"Eat."
"No!"
"Looks like you'd rather have me cram that food into your mouth, right?" I threatened. My eyes narrowed sharply. I prepared to climb onto the bed, dragging her along, but she rushed away from me. Jumping off the bed and trying to run out of the room.
My eyes widened and I quickly ran to catch her just before her hand reached the doorframe. I grabbed her waist with my strong arms and she floated with her light body as I pulled her back to the center of the room.
"Akh! No! No! Let me go!" She screamed madly with all the strength she had to let go. Her clawing, punching, and kicking legs only made me more reluctant to let her go.
"You can't leave, Freya. Not without my permission."
"You're crazy! You're out of your mind!" she roared, continuing to beat on my arm. Her sharp nails dug into the back of my hand leaving claw marks. "Let me go, Dev!"
Smirking, I released her grip while she was rebelling with all the moves she was making. And he fell to the floor with a whimpering sound. She immediately threw a glare at me.
"You asked for it." I shrugged my shoulders casually. Smiling contentedly at how she rubbed her knees which were red from hitting the hard floor.
With an annoyed look, she stood up and pushed me with both hands. Slapping me hard across the face with cursing coming out of her mouth.
"You fucking bastard!"
I touched my cheek. It felt hot. I grinned as I saw her gasping with her eyes glaring at me. I think her palm hurt a lot more than the slap she gave me.
"Your hand, good?" I taunted.
"How could you do such a heinous thing to your wife?" She bit his lip, her eyes wide with disappointment.
"Yes, you're my wife. That's why I can do whatever I want to you. Including locking you in your room all day when you do something wrong."
"I haven't done anything wrong! And you don't deserve to treat me like this!" she protested. Her eyes moved uneasily as I continued to watch her. Biting her lip restlessly as I tried to get closer to her. "I want to get out of here. I wantー"
I growled, pulled her arm roughly, and crushed her lips until they were swollen. She continued to protest for release. Hitting my body repeatedly with her clenched hands.
She gasped as I broke the kiss, still with both of my hands wrapped tightly around her waist.
"Youー"
"Stop talking or I'll make sure you end up naked on the bed with more kiss marks on your body," I interrupted, grinning smugly as she looked at me in horror at my threat. Her lips suddenly closed and she quickly pushed my body away.
She smiled wryly. "You know what? The only regret I have is letting you touch me as if I were a whore who must satisfy you on the bed."
"Yes, you are." I squinted and snorted in annoyance. "Either eat soon or stop making me angry."
"No. I'd rather starve to death." Her voice trembled as she spoke. "You want to see me destroyed, right? I'll grant it. Lock me up in here for however long you want. And I'll watch every day as I wait for my death to come. It will satisfy you to find me dead."
"Whatever. I don't care."