Bleeding Love

Chapter 38

Damon

I asked her to go to our room. I fucking asked her to go to our room. I saw tears in her eyes, I saw that she wanted me with her yet I asked her to leave. When I should have hugged her and comforted her I fucking asked her to leave. Why?

I was so angry. I thrashed around whole room. I wanted to burn that son of a bitch Marc alive. I wanted to kill that fucking bastard Adrien all over again. He should not have got such an easy death. And I was even angry at her brother. How could he left her? What kind of brother does that?

I remember how my blood boiled few hours ago when she melted in his arms. Unaware of the fact that he was her brother I was all set to kill him, and I was worried that I might hurt Sophia way too much this time. How could she? Why can't she understand that she is mine but no, here she is standing right in front me hugging another man, behaving like she has met her long lost love. She was so happy and emotionally turmoiled to see him. The way she touched him and kissed all over his face, the happiness that I saw behind her tears in her eyes was something I craved to see. And today when I finally saw it, I wasn't the reason for it. He was
Seeing him, she literally forgot that I was right there.

I could see her trembling as she realized what she has done on Ric's comment. But I was shocked at her audacity to come in between that boy and my gun. The boy she hugged like there is no tomorrow and slapped because he taunted her as my puppet. She was ready to go to such extents to save him. When she held my hand to stop me, my anger knew no bounds. I would have punished right there if she had not told me that he is her younger brother. I saw in her eyes that were begging me to not kill her brother, that were filled with happiness of seeing her brother after a long time I guess and yet were filled with disappointment to see him in one of my men's uniform. She had questions and so did I.

And the answers told me the reason why her eyes shows her soul is broken. She was so hurt. So hurt.

"I will kill him. I will fucking kill that fucking bastard" I shouted as I leaned on my desk after almost throwing everything in the room around. " I am surprised you haven't already." Ricardo said to me with his clenching fist. I could see his veins popping because of anger. I know he doesn't like Sophia but I know he didn't hate her too. He can never hate someone who's the reason for my happiness. It felt good to see him affected by her pain. It seems maybe he could accept her as family.

"He is your friend, though." I said to him. "He is good business partner. There's a difference." He replied. I never liked his associations with that weasel anyways. And though even if he would have considered him a friend I would have killed him but it felt good to hear from him that he is on my side. Ric is my strength. "I hope you will not let him die easy" Ric said getting up from the table. He said leaving the room "you should be somewhere else first, don't you think", he said pointing out that I should be with Sophia.

I knew I should be with her, but my mind is not in the right place right now, I don't want her to caught up in the fire of my rage. I want to protect her.

"P-please don't call me Princess" I remembered when she asked me this when the first time I took her out for dinner. Now I know why. But she is a princess, she should not feel that she isn't. That was drilled in her mind that she is a slave, a fucking whore. Hell she is my wife she is the Queen. She should have all the comforts at her beck and call but that were ripped away from her. I remember the surprise in her eyes when I told her that she is to stay in my room. Her eyes were saying how it will feel to stay in a room, sleep in a bed when she wasn't used for sex. The girl who was supposed to be a dutchess was tattered to shreads and not because of the harsh reality we call life but by the selfish motive of two bastards.

I threw another glass vase in frustration.

How could anyone treat a child like this? Now I understand why she used to cook sushi but can never ate it. Why she get to have piano lessons? Why her stories used to be contradicting. Because she was a born princess. She must have been so alone. How did her mother leave her? How can someone be so heartless for the lives they gave birth to. How? "Fucking How???" I let out a grunt.

What choice does Sophia had? She did what I would have done for my brother. Give him a future no matter what the cost I had to pay. But she was a child too. She has gone through every ordeal alone. Every pain alone. The pain she doesn't deserve. 

My fist clenched and I punched on the glass window remembering the day Marc touched her in our party. I should have killed him then only. The blood dropped from my hand and I remembered the day she bandaged me when I got hurt picking up the glasses. She told me I wasn't the first one to throw a bottle at her. Now I know who was. I am glad she killed him but I don't understand why she feel ashamed of that. After everything he did she feels sorry for killing him. She should have killed him long ago in a much painful manner not by mistake. Because she is not a sadist like you, she is innocent and pure, ofcourse she felt guilty of killing.

I wrapped my handkerchief on the wound and I looked at my wedding band. My mind went back to our weekend in that cabin. She was so happy. She didn't even remember that it was her birthday. Why would she? That day has given her so much pain. Her big eyes that were supposed to be filled with dreams are devoid of all the happiness. But not anymore.

I will give you everything my Doll but first I will avenge you. Marc will beg you like you begged him. I will make him go through every pain that he has given you. I will break him like he has broken you. I promise you mio amore.