1 Month Later:-
It’s been a month and we are going beautifully well. I try my best to give her the smiles she deserves.
I have hurt her feelings enough and now I will offer my breaths to her. I was playing piano for Candice while she was eating, looking at me with a vast ocean of adoration.
The endearment between us is unbreakable now. My heartbeats want to tell how grateful I am to her.
I spared a glance at her as she was intensely looking at me, “What are you looking at?” I asked.
“You.” She replied, making me chuckle.
“You entered my life like a morning glory after an evening of hope.” I said, making her blush.
“Did you pray for me to be in your life?” She asked. ‘Believe me, I did.’
“Hmm. Yeah.” I hummed.
“Do you even like me before marriage?” She asked, and I cleared my throat,
“No.” I lied bluntly.
“Oh.”
I smiled and continued to play as we spent our time like this.
The next day I was going to work, “Take care.” Candice smiled and I kissed her before leaving.
“You too, love.” I smiled and left.
I was working, engrossed in work and wanting to find a way to get out of this mafia life.
I can’t do it easily, Christian escaped because he was working from the shadows, not a fucking Dark Lork like me!
My path for liberation would be tough.
I sighed, when my phone rang it was Candice’s father. I truly don’t want to talk to him, he created misunderstandings between us.
“Dammit.”
I don’t trust that guy anymore and I did what I should, I ignored his call but then a text came,
‘If you want to see Nicolas, He’d be at Central Park ready to take Candice away from you.’
“Oh, fuck, not again.”
Why does he use Candice all the time, knowing she is my weakness and I cannot bear anything about her, especially the talk of her leaving me.
Who knows he might be a manipulative guy who can actually do this?
With my extremely stirred, I called home and asked where she was, only to know she was not at home.
I called her number but she wasn’t picking her phone. I growled as my jaw clenched in anger.
“Not now, Candice.”
Now when everything is finally back to normal. I can’t let this happen.
‘Insecurities are shit.’
I got up and went to Central Park. Of course I don’t know how Nicolas looks but he’d be with Candice and I saw her.
My heart stopped, she was talking to him with a smile.
She hugged him, he kissed her cheeks. My heart pained, I swallowed hard, not believing my eyes and coming closer. They were talking and laughing.
‘Please be a friend.’
I hoped desperately but which friend caused such troubles that our relationship began to crumble.
I was about to call to finally introduce myself to this guy and tell him that she is ‘mine’.
I walked closer and was about to call Candice, “Cand-”
But I heard Nicolas saying this. I was standing behind Candice, she wasn’t aware I was there while they were holding hands.
“Are you happy Candice? If you are not, then I will take you away from every abhorrence. You didn’t want to marry him anyways.”
‘What the fuck? Who is he to judge she doesn’t want to?!’
“You know I am with you always. I have a stable job, I can afford your expenses, everyone will be happy. You don’t have to stay.” He continued and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“We will be together, forever. Tell me, shall I take you away?”
And it was the last straw which was keeping me together and everything broke.
“Nicolas, I love-”
“Candice.” I called Candice, making her gasp and turn to me as she looked at me frightened.
“Tyler, What are you doing here?” She asked. I walked closer, trying to keep myself together and grabbed her arm.
My grip on her was harsh as she made an almost crying face, “T-Tyler.. L-listen-”
“I don’t want to listen to anything.” I scowled, I lost myself in rage, my mind went blank.
Like before what her bastardized father said was true and I can’t take it anymore, submerged in the depths of agony and wrath.
“I had enough of you hiding things that I should know from me.” I growled.
I pulled out my gun and shot him without thinking twice and dragged Candice with me while mentioning my men to take care of his body and the scene.
“NO!!”
Candice screamed and I dragged her back home with me. She was crying continuously, covering her mouth with her hand, endeavoring to get out.
“Stop struggling, dammit!” And it was increasing my anger more to see her crying over the man who dared to steal my woman.
We went home and I pushed her inside with me.
She continued to cry but I grabbed her jaws and told her in a low warning tone.
“Don’t you fucking dare to cry.”
“Y-you killed him. You are involved with illegal things. Y-You-” my other hand grabbed her hair and yanked her face to me.
“Yes, I ‘am’ the Dark Lord, what will you do about it?” I snarled, pushing her away.
“How could you do this?! Y-You killed him! How dare you fucking murderer!!” She shouted.
Sobbing and her cries were loudest I have ever heard, more louder than her wedding or my anger.
It was a roaring sound, alarming me about my actions which might not bring chaos to my happily married life.
The way tears rolled down uncontrollably was terrific.
“What he was to you!?” I asked and she screamed with the look of resentment flashing in her eyes,
“HE WAS MY BIOLOGICAL BROTHER!”