"Do you still love me? I want you to tell me the truth, Eve. I want you to tell me nothing but the truth."
"Yes, I do still love you but I think I love Landon more now. I don't want to hurt you but it's the truth and I want to be honest because I don't want to hurt you more."
"You… love him more?" The pain in his voice was like knives cutting through me, torturing me. It was like someone added salt to my wound. It was like being scolded after doing your best. That's how I'm feeling. And it hurts so bad because I know I couldn't do more. That I could do nothing but watch him in pain. How can I turn back on Landon anyway? I've learned to love him harder than how I loved Carter. My love for Landon surpassed what I feel for Carter and it's very sad. I don't how exactly did it happen considering my connection to Carter, but maybe this is my fate. To have a very complicated love life.
"I am sorry," was all I could say.
<Landon looked at me with his pitch black eyes filled with so much love as he danced me slowly. I chuckled because I never thought he could dance in such a romantic scene like this. I mean, this is Landon Arthurs we are talking about. The coldest man on earth alive. I even thought he was really that heartless before. But at some point I was wrong. Or I guess he just learned to soften his heart with me."Should we start planning our third wedding now?" Landon joked. He pulled my waist to draw me closer to him."I would love to marry you again and again, if you would just permit it," he went on.I laughed. "A wedding like this is so expensive already. How much more if it's done again and again?"He raised an eyebrow at me as if he heard something that he didn't like. "You think money is a thing? The hell I care with the expenses. With everything I have now, I got no doubt that I can provide your every whim and even support generations and generations in our
The weeks I spent with Landon after the wedding felt like the happiest moments of my life. I was afraid though. It was ironic that I felt afraid in the middle of happiness, but I guess it really goes that way. When you are too happy, you would want that moment to never end because of course people always prefer to be happy, right? That’s where the fears start. You would fear that the moment will end. And I wasn’t an exception. In the middle of my so good happiness, I got afraid that our happy moments will soon end.True enough, I realized that everything does have an ending, and that one should brace himself when he feels so much happiness because no one knows what is waiting for you after it.And on my case, I thought I already have my happy ending because that was what I felt with Landon, but I was wrong. It was proven that when you are happy the most, that’s when you could become vulnerable the most. What makes som
I don’t think he will kill me soon anyway. He needs me. And if what he told last time was true, that he doesn’t need me alive as long as he has my body, why hasn’t he killed me until now then? He looked badly provoked of what I said but how he’s trying to suppress himself and keep his temper down made me think that my assumption might be true. He was just lying when he said he doesn’t need me alive to threaten Landon. The truth is he needs me alive that is why he is trying his best to keep me. I don’t have the slightest idea about the ritual thing, but I guess there is a higher chance that my assumption is true. And I will use that as an ace against Alec. He won’t do anything to harm me. Until the ritual day at least. And that is the thing I should know about so that I would able to plan something to escape—if ever Landon or any of his men won’t show up to help me. But then, I can’t just depend on
I’m sure if Landon was on his foot, based on his personality, there is no doubt he would do the same. He is the type of person who is willing to sacrifice everything he has for the sake of the person he treasures the most. But then if it happened that I am in Elizabeth’s place, I don’t think I would want him to sacrifice an innocent life just so I could come back and we will be together again. I want to love him without the guilt and I know it will never be the same because every time I would look in the mirror, I cannot see myself nor think of myself. I can only see the girl I took life with. The girl who sacrificed her life for me and I can’t live that life. That is fucked up and I don’t think Alec had thought about it. Did he even think what will Elizabeth feel if she finds out that Alec took my soul so hers could take my body? If she chose to live away from him and had a normal human life, I’m sure she’s a good
Love might be so good to feel but it can be your greatest weakness and can cause your greatest downfall.I don't want to justify Alec's wrong doings but I have to admit, I'm kind of moved with his love story with Elizabeth. I wish it had a better ending though. But that wasn't the case. It was tragic, a very tragic one. I don't think Elizabeth's main reason was just that she wants to have an ordinary human life, though. I figured there must be a deeper reason than that and I'm curious what it is. Because honestly, even if she loved humanity so much, that reason still isn't enough for her to turn her back on her mate. And also, Alec was so sure that she didn't fall in love with the man she married. And I am convinced with that too. Because if she fell for him while they were in the marriage, she would have lived with longer with their child instead of taking her own life."Is anyone else brought here along with me?" I asked the female s
My hands were on fists when I woke. I felt like there was something in me that was making me tremble. The images in my head are too clear, I couldn't think of any logical reason for what is happening to me. What did I see? Why did I dream about those events? And it's worth mentioning that it felt so real, that I was really there when all those things happened.What happened to this pretty head of mine? And that woman in my dream… I'm sure who she is. Nobody else looked so the same as if her face is a copycat of my own. Elizabeth. Only her.But in my dream, she wasn't around those Von Rellis. She had a family, she had her own sect. But that was impossible. Her mother Elena Ross killed herself young and her father was also said to be killed by enemies. I have no idea who took care of her but I know for sure that she had no family.But then… thinking about the possibilities. She might have been adopted by a family
“What do you mean, Miss Eve?”“Lucian. Did Alec kill him?” I asked straightforwardly. I don’t care anymore. I want to know the truth because I feel like my mind won’t be able to rest if I won’t know everything I want to know. I need the information to feed my curiosity. When Alec talked about Elizabeth, I felt a little there is actually a possibility that he killed Lucian because he was jealous of him makes my stomach churn in resentment. Elizabeth already chose him and was very much willing to marry him! What else could he ask for? I’m sure Elizabeth already stopped seeing Lucian when she realized what kind of connection she had with Alec. She was a vampire herself and I’m sure she knew that she cannot escape her love for her mate. So if my assumption is really true, that Alec killed Lucian because of his unreasonable jealousy, I don’t think I can still bring myself to justify his stupi
"What was that portal thing, though? If you have that kind of ability, you should have figured you can do that sooner.""It's one of my abilities, yes, but I couldn't do it right so it took me time to practice within those days."Probably why he also looked surprised when he saw me the moment he went out of the portal."I'm sorry if I was a little late," he whispered and kissed my temple. His nose rested on my cheek, his lips slightly touching my cheek. I inhaled on his scent and I swore at the back of my mind. He smelled so nice and I missed his scent so much!"You weren't late. In fact, you came early. You can say you were late if you saved me right there in ritual table."I could imagine myself on that situation. Me in a white longsleeve dress with loose cuffs, my long hair down, and my skin pale. I would surely look like a virgin offering—though I'm not a virgin anymore—but the point is,