The next day we went shopping to get me a wedding dress.
We looked through a trail of expensive yet arresting dresses but I was hesitant about them.
"Stop looking at the price tag." Zaniel said, softly, turning me to him.
"But-"
"What's mine is yours. Where was this timidness when you stole my heart huh?" He teased, placing one hand on my cheek and pulling me closer by the other.
"You have rights. Okay?" He assured me, kissing my forehead. I smiled and nodded and found a floral well fitted mermaid gown.
"Is this okay?"
"You know it better, Baby. Besides, You will look like you are mine in every dress." He smirked.
I shyly looked away and after giving my measurements, we ordered the dress. We shopped for a while, got all the necessary stuff and had lunch.
"I just can't wait." he beamed.
"Me too." I smiled back, taking his reassuring hands into mine.
"I love you, Cinzel. I am crazy for you. I don't even have words to explain my love." he said with an in-depth emotion of dedication, warming my heart.
"I know. I love you too, Zainel." I grinned, holding his hands tightly.
Not wanting anything else to exist between us, allowing the pillars of love to build our homes of dreams.
He chuckled, kissing my hands as we did the shopping and he dropped me home.
"Aren't you coming?" I asked, tugging on his sleeves.
"Nah, I am going to have dinner with my family tonight. Sorry, Babe."
"I see. No problem, I understand. Bye then." I smiled and left after pecking his lips.
The grin plastered on my face shimmering visibly, telling how jubilant I must be right now but ever since my true fairytale started, atrocity stole away my peace.
The moment I entered my apartment my eyes fell upon the masters of my fright, utterly pissed at me, sending glare directly at my soul with the message 'You are so dead'.
Horror-stricken at his appearance, my breaths converted into a pant.
“No…”
With my dry throat and wobbly legs, I tried to run away but one of his men grabbed me and pushed me in front of him.
I fell on my knees and he was sitting dominantly right before me. My vision was blurry from fright. His heartless eyes shifted, meeting my scared form.
The menace dried my throat, left with no escape. He was going to make sure mine and Zaniel's tale remain incomplete. He was infuriated.
"When did you become daring enough to cut me off…?" His deep husky voice came.
Hitting my face with his burning breath, wallowing in misery, his hands obsessively holding my face, moving it to my hairs.
Convulsed endlessly by his predatory gaze, my body was frozen before his supreme form.
"S-Sir…"
Muffled voice of despair urge to come out but silenced by his piercing eyes, left hanging in the middle while he tried to take out my final drop of bravery and crushed it.
"If you thought you were being brave then it's pure idiocy." He growled, gripping my hairs roughly to the extent I began to shriek in pain.
After pointless efforts, a tear rolled down my cheek pleading with him to leave my life but his obstinacy knew no bounds.
Scoffing at my vulnerability, he lifted my face upward, moving his other hand around my neck only to find his chain for the wedding ring was not there.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The wrath flashed in his eyes that moment deteriorated a single shred of compassion, replacing everything by agony and terror etched in my soul.
“Sir-”
Shaking by the severity of his glare, my lips parted to give him an explanation but he only forced me to stand, dragging me with him to the room.
"Prince Sir.. Listen.. sir please.."
I tried to justify but he didn't listen and pushed me towards the dressing table.
"Give it to me,"
Sniveling in pressure, I hastily searched for the ring. My vision was unclear because of tears but being a prisoner which cannot flee, his displeasure was not an option to me.
I found it and gave it to him. He grabbed my hand and ripped off Zaniel's ring and slid his ring in my finger.
Hovering over me, he was slowly pressing his body over mine, deluging me in grief and fear of his repugnant action, manipulating my core using fear.
"I thought you were a good girl but no…"
Scowling, his face was perniciously close to mine, "You should have accepted this freedom, but you didn't." He whispered angrily. I curled, trembling fiercely.
"I am sorry.. I am so sorry.." I requested in a silent sob but he shrugged it as nothingness.
To say I was scared of what he would do would be an understatement: I was petrified. Showing he was the one who was in control and now I have to pay for my consequences for my ineptitude.
"Please, Sir-" I tried to beg him amid the heavy lump of desperation but his hush sewed my lip.
"Shh… I had enough. You dare to defy me and I won't let it slide." He snarled.
His one hand on the table while the other held my hand tightly that it began to hurt. I whimpered when the ring was compressed and it hurt.
"You are so proud of your damn fiancé, aren't you? I will show you.."
A horrifying shiver went down my spine when the heat from his muscular body traveled in me, slumping me affright.
Biting my earlobe, he whispered, "Once you are marked by me, nothing in this universe could steal you away from me."
Agitation at its utmost extent, my posture broke. Wailing inaudibly, I couldn't think why this is happening to me, such a cruel turn my life took.
Before I could beg this devil for mercy- pity and malice never existed together stuck me hard.
It was all meaningless.
"And now I am going to show you how worse your life could get."
By this nerve-wracking statement my very soul gave up on me, throwing me into the pits of mayhem living by his name, with my senses falling into a blur.
The only thing before blacking out on my mind was:
I have provoked him...