Cursed Love (Raw#2)

Chapter#20

And the next day when everyone was busy laughing over in the lounge , Grace too wanted to join the little crowd gathered on the weekend with a soccer match on. With her head down , she was about to climb down the steps when a hand pulled her back, turning her around to face him.

He had her pressed against the wooden rail!

To Grace , he was getting bold and it was hard for her to stop him each day. With the family down , she knew anyone could come up and see them in this position.

It made her uncomfortable.

She was never like Ethan . . .

She tried to leave but his arm stopped her and it really made her feel trapped.

"What's your problem?!" She bit out but it didn't have any affect on him , his blue eyes held amusement.

"You can solve it if you want ," his voice dipped low and Grace could feel her blood boil.

"I don't like this , Ethan."

"I don't care. You're my wife ...I can be whatever with you."

Grace tried to step around him but he blocked her.

"Let me go." She whisper yelled.

He shook his head in a gentle no.

"Why...why can't you stop with your acts and this?!" Her voice held a tinge of anger.

"You think you can stop me?" His eyes changed in a second , resembling a glacier , his jaw pulled back at her off hand comment.

Each time he tried to get close to her, she stepped all over his heart and for an egoistic person like him. . .it was worse than death itself. His heart burned at night whenever he recalled all the moments she rejected him. He had loved her with all his heart but she took him as a joke. Made a complete fool out of him. . .and he was like that from childhood. . extremist in love to the point he could kill and get killed . . . extremist in hate to the point he could break the person down to the very core. .

He watched her step around him again and this time he didn't stop her.

She went down the stairs.

He clenched his fists.

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"Mom!"

Matilda who had been reading a newspaper jolted awake at the harshness in his voice.

He was in her room , eyes on fire.

"Ethan....?"

"I want to see Grace in my room and before you can play , I know she's her. .my wife."

Matilda looked stung but she recovered from the shock.

"What happened?" She asked softly knowing well Ethan jumped to conclusions.

He looked away.

"You don't need to know that. Do as I say." He didn't try to be gentle.

"Alright alright. Calm down." She tried to cool her hot blooded son.

She watched him storm out of her room and she sighed , knowing well it was time.

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Grace had gone back to her house when Matilda told her about the wedding being held this week. At first she thought she didn't hear her right but then. . .

Mark Young had said the exact same words and she had only one wish....to wear her mother's wedding gown.

Her wish had been accepted graciously and the second she entered her old house , it didn't seem so dull and so lifeless anymore . . .

She found herself smiling quite often..
Unintentionally. .

Ethan. .

She had gone up to the attic and got the old trunks out , then she got the gown out of it. .it wasn't much but at least she had something to remind her of her mother.

Quickly , she zipped it up in a plastic bag and hung it in the wardrobe. She had to be back at the Young household for.....her wedding.

"Miss."

Her maid , Marie poked her head in.

"Yes?" Staring at the mirror ,She continued to picture herself in the gown and how Ethan was going to react.

"A handsome mister is here asking for you."

Her timid voice had her snap back in reality.

Van? So soon?, She frowned.

Grace recalled she had told them she would be staying the night at her house and...

"Okay." Fixing her dress and her hair she got out of her room and followed the maid.

As she entered the room, the man had his back to her and she . . Knew him more than she knew herself.

"Ethan?"

Ethan turned around , looking as handsome as ever. It seemed like he got out in a hurry and he wasn't smiling at her which was rare. .

"I want you to come with me." His words held no warmth like it usually did, his voice was quite casual and she knew he was probably upset at what she said the last time he saw her. .

"Now?" Her voice was soft.

His dark eyebrows knotted up.

"Is there a problem?" His eyes told her to thread carefully this time and she did. .

"No. None at all."

Ethan took a deep look of her attire. Fresh out of shower , she had to be the best thing he had seen today with her beautiful eyes and—

"Ethan?" She shifted uncomfortably.

"Yeah...come on." His tone was brisk as if he didn't want to think much  and he didn't wait for her as he made his way out. Quietly she followed him to his car.

In the next few minutes , the car was on the road and Ethan was smoking , the other hand on the wheel.

She didn't say anything. ..

Neither did he.

Until she saw the road and knew this one didn't go to the Young house.

"Where are we going?" She blurted out , her eyes on him now.

He smiled ," Somewhere the sky meets the earth. .and they become one."

"That can never happen." She commented , not thinking much of his words.

"It can. You'll see...right about now." His voice held a strange kind of confidence...that sent chills down her spine.

The car stopped.

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