Chapter 36 To Hurt Him
After leaving, William didn’t return for the next hour, allowing the reality to surge through her veins and accept this moment as her reality.
With gleaming tears, she was sitting on the bed, gripping the sheets miserably, filled with ceaseless questions.
‘Was it because of my silence or what happened? How can one desire me this badly? People I called my own didn’t and he…’
A tear rolled down her cheeks, cursing the fate which left both of them to this point, the condition of the room sent a deadly shiver down her spine.
‘For how long had he been collecting all these things? When did this obsession start? And foremost- How did ‘I’ fail to notice that?’
She wanted to know about many things but he refused to unshackle his tongue again and after cooking up their lunch, he entered the room.
She remained motionless until he stopped before her and offered his hand coldly with his resonance being soft.
“Get up, eat something,”
She didn’t react.
“Keeping this face won’t change anything. Get up,” He sighed.
And no matter how unfavorable it was, she knew she was starving and went out, leaving the room heavily and sat down to eat.
But, kept glaring at him the whole time, with repulsion and a never-ending scowl to show him how much he had disheartened her.
“Stop glaring,”
He spoke without looking up and focused on eating only.
“I was your brother’s girlfriend, William. Didn’t it feel wrong once to think wrongly about me?” She hissed.
“How perfectly you used that girl Peach’s condition to trick me, using my emotional state and weak relationship- which you created, in the first place.”
She chuckled dryly, clapping mockingly to induce any sign of guilt or remorse in his heart.
“Didn’t your heart tremble? How did you manage to knit such an intricate plan?”
For her peace, she continued to snarl, to reduce the ache on her chest, to soothe her pain.
To stop the wrong thoughts entering her mind…
“For once, manipulating us didn't feel sinful? Or is this what you wanted huh?”
To her series of complaints and glaring, he returned an emotionless, malicious smirk with a clear-cut response.
“Yes,”
He pointed his index finger at her, “You,”
And then circled it around his empty and melancholic hall, “Here,”
And shrugged in the end, to show none of her words were enough to bulge his heart, leaving her flabbergasted.
She had never seen him being this careless about the consequences of vile actions before, he left her speechless for the next few moments.
“When did you become like this?”
“Who cares? When did it ever matter to any of you? So I decided to do what I found the most befitting,”
Smirking victoriously when her mouth was dropped, trying to fathom how this man managed to discard his world, the people he cared for the most, for her.
“What else matters?” He spoke to himself monotonously.
Finding it too hard to believe, she asked again for her confirmation, “Not even Helena and Luke?”
“I believe they both have grown known to follow their lives and not be dependent on me. They have their lives,”
He responded calmly, glancing at her and she looked hurriedly back at the food.
“And Luke… how could you. You did this to your brother… you-”
“Yes, I did. So what?” He hissed, disliking his name on her lips constantly, especially holding compassion towards it.
Tightening her grip on the fork, she growled, attempting to hurt him, to break his heart.
“You bastard… you have no sign of remorse,”
But, he ignored and continued eating so until her heart was satisfied, she kept passing comments, darting at him with hatred to pierce his heart.
Nevertheless, the stone-cold man didn’t react.
“For how long have you been collecting my things, you stalker?”
“Maybe Luke did the right thing by calling you his step-brother for doing this to him.”
“Maybe you never loved him. You are a selfish man,”
“You know what? You are a sick person,”
Growing frustrated with her remarks, he slammed the cutlery down, asking in a low tone as if he was controlling himself.
“Anything else?”
She scoffed, getting up and leaving him alone at the table, wanting to be out of his sight.
Yet a shiver went down her spine when she sensed his eyes following her leaving traces with endearment.
Gritting her teeth that after knowing what a hysterical and manipulative man he could be, she received an unknown feeling.
She still found a strange fluttering by his one action.
But to enter that room where only she existed spiritually was too hard.
Staying in the lounge, sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, she was biting her nails, contemplating what she must do now.
When she was fuming, stuck in her turmoil, regaining his old composure back, he placed a bucket of ice-cream on the table with a spoon.
“Here, cool your mind,”
Not speaking further, he went back to the room, giving what exactly she liked to lift her mood.
Forming her lips in a thin line, she didn’t know what to feel.
Eating the ice-cream, she could feel things were complications, not how he display but Amid that-
His obstinacy towards her was crystal-clear.
‘What should I do now…? What do I have left or what memorable thing I had in my life in the first place?’
Firstly, she never fathomed in her imaginations someone could be ‘this’ obsessed with her.
To be desired so badly, so madly, so passionately. It was beyond her perception.
To carve such a tapestry of lies, or create a room to feel her presence was a whole nother matter.
How? When?
‘When did I become this desirable?’
She was overwhelmed from confronting such an extremity and when she was going through her disturbing thoughts, William returned.
After collecting his posture and not stray like he did before when he showed his room.
Organizing himself, which was impossible, like, it was an achievable task.
Neither now nor at Helena’s wedding. Or when he punched Luke.
Control always disappeared from his shadow in her presence.
“Arabella, come to the room-”
She cut him off furiously, “What makes you think I will enter that scary room? You live with my goddamned presence, I won’t, I won’t enter that room-”
“Bold of you to assume I am providing you with options,” He scoffed and dragged her inside, not in the mood of bearing resistance.
He needed to complete his ‘masterpiece’ after all….