"What is wrong with your people?"
I asked, sounding so annoyed as I threw away the heels that I wore a while ago. We didn't get to see his parents, and Copper just instructed the driver that we should just turn around and go home instead.
"They hate vampires," he said, like I didn't know about it.
"Yeah, that explains a lot," I sarcastically uttered before I rolled my eyes and laid down on the sofa.
"They just don't like you," he added.
"Well, you could have just cancelled the wedding already before I got tied up with a werewolf without my parents' knowledge," I said before I reached for the back zipper of my dress.
He scoffed and went to the kitchen. As I took a glance at him, he was just quietly making some juice for himself. He's basically trying to ignore the idea that I gave him.
It's not a bad idea after all.
He made my parents look like fools by trying to trick them. In the first place, I should have also noticed it.
I'm such a fool too.
"You know I can't do that," he finally said as he made his way to the living room.
He stood before the floor-to-ceiling window while taking a sip of his juice. Wow, he just made himself a charismatic guy out of the movie.
I'm just watching every move he makes. I don't want to say anything since he'll just completely invalidate it right away.
While he was busy having his quiet time, I got up and walked to my room. I also want to have some quiet, alone time since I don't know how to feel because of the sudden transition in my life right now.
I'm getting married in a few weeks, but I still don't get to swallow the idea that my soon-to-be husband is a werewolf. You can add up the fact that he might have a high rank in their alliance based on what I just saw earlier.
They respect him.
Well, not until earlier, since I witnessed how they tried to torment him with me as their bait.
I took off my gown and just let it fall to the floor. I rested my almost-naked body on my bed and covered it up with the thick comforter. I was busy looking for the remote control to turn on the TV when I heard a knock. I immediately covered my body up to my shoulder before I answered.
"Come in," I said.
Cooper slowly opened the door. He's still wearing his formal attire from a while ago when he entered.
"What do you want?" I rudely asked.
"I'll be out tonight," he said with a stern voice.
I got scared for a minute since I still haven't recovered from the injection I had a while ago, and I might not be able to protect myself if someone tries to kill me right here in this bed tonight.
"You'll be home by morning?" I asked calmly before I turned on the TV.
"Are you worried I might have a mistress after tonight?" He teasingly asked as he leaned on my door.
I scoffed upon hearing it. What does he expect from me? That I'll be petty and immature over that kind of thing? Well, that will be his scandal anyway, so why would I even care in the first place?
"Bang all of them if you want to," I said nonchalantly. "I don't even care about it."
"If you say so," he said before he got out of my room.
After what he told me, I never heard anything from him, and all I can sense is that, around midnight, he's not in the house yet.
I couldn't sleep, and all I can think about is what they did to us earlier. They're trying to scare me, or, in other words, they don't approve of what their boss has been doing.
Well, I wouldn't be happy if someone tried to betray my whole clan as an example. It will not be just a disappointment but rather a huge disgrace for the legacy of our clan. I kept on thinking about it until I suddenly heard the loud banging of some kind of metal board. I was totally startled when I heard another one again. I reached for my nightrobe and slowly opened my door. The hallway is so quiet that I can almost hear my heavy breathing. I tried not to make a sound upon walking, so I tiptoed my way to the living room.
A huge mess welcomed me.
The sofa looked like someone had stabbed it, and some of the foam was scattered on the floor. The large television was punched just right in the middle of it, and what scares me a little was that one of the elevator doors was broken and even flew near the window that now has a little scratch on it. It's like someone tried to make their own way inside.
Who would do this kind of thing?
"I'm sorry for the mess," my shoulders shake a little from the deep voice that I heard that is so close to my ear. I turned around only to see Cooper, who's holding a bloody bag in his left hand.
"What's in there?" I asked.
"You don't have to know it," he said before he walked past me.
Because of my frustration, I pulled the bag from him, and when I opened it, I immediately dropped it. It's a head from one of the guys that tried to attack us earlier.
"What did you do?" I angrily asked.
He lowered his head to cover his eyes and carried the bag again.
"He tried to attack you again by trying to pretend as room service just ten minutes ago," he explained before he zips the bag properly.
"Just by doing that, you killed him?" I asked in disbelief.
"They were supposed to be your subordinate when we finally got married, and insubordination is the most hateful thing they could do to me," he almost yelled at me.
"You shouldn't have done that," I shook my head and stepped backwards. "You shouldn't have to dictate when they are going to die just because you have the power to rule over them."
"I didn't kill him," he said, and those words almost had me laughing.
What the hell?
"Then who did?" I asked.
He looked at my back, and as I turned to see what he was staring at, I was stunned to see Argus and his friends a while ago. What are they doing here?
"They killed him instead, because if I'm the one doing it," he said before pausing and walking towards my back. "This head will be hanging like a lucky charm in the forest."
He didn't kill him, but he made his friends kill him anyway. There's no difference about it at all. It's just a pure evil and merciless thing to do.
I just stood for a moment as I watched Argus get the bag from his hand before they headed to the elevator and left. I was left angry at what happened, but I can't do anything about it. It's their decision to handle, not mine.
Cooper gets down with them too. Maybe they'll be talking about stuff that they don't want me to hear. Before the elevator closed, I saw how intense Cooper's eyes were. It's like he's furious that you'll be scared to ask him or even just talk to him.
I just felt a little pity, but I tried to tell myself that if he wasn't killed today, maybe I'll be sleeping in my room with a stab right through my heart.
I took a full breath before I got the vacuum cleaner that I saw before in the first part of the day. I turned it on, and when Cooper returned from taking Argus and his companions to the entryway, I think he stood up directly before me.
"What on God's green earth are you doing?" he inquired.
"I'm cleaning your wreck," I replied.
"Move that away from you; let the house cleaners handle it tomorrow," he said, and was going to remove the vacuum from me when I moved it behind me.
"I'm not in that frame of mind to play with you," he expressed like an admonition.
"Do you think I need to play with you?" I nearly hollered as a result of the mockery that I needed to keep in.
He saw me like he was attempting to advise me to ease off and simply follow his orders, in any case, sorry for him, dislike that. I would rather not follow orders that aren't reasonable for me. That is ludicrous.
"Stop it as of now," he said after he moved forward.
I made a couple of strides in reverse before I dropped the vacuum cleaner, causing a boisterous crash on the floor. I perceived how his hand gripped and his jaw fixed on account of what I did.
"You're the person who needs to stop," I said before I strolled towards the corridor to my room. "Quit killing as though they are only your old toys in your assortment."
I heard him moan like a monster before I shut the way to my room. The image of the top of that man was as yet striking in my memory, and I figure I will not have the option to rest for the next days. I should concede that I'm not a holy person myself to totally lash out at him for what he did, however I didn't kill somebody since I needed to.
Because of what I saw, I vomited two times, and it's now 4 AM, the point at which my eyes felt weighty and tired. I yawned once and for all before I got to rest for just three hours. At 7am, I heard a thump once more from the entryway, and before I might open it, Luke entered as of now while looking so energized.
"What are you doing here so early?" I grumbled before I yawned. I'm still drowsy, yet I can detect Luke getting something from his pack.
What is it this time?
"I heard that your wedding will be pushed back to the following week, everything being equal," he enthusiastically said while he was setting up my arms for one more arrangement of cures.
"Also, do you believe I'm glad to know that?" I asked snidely while I was all the while yawning and languid.
"I'm simply letting you know that you just have multi week to get ready for your wedding," he said, sounding significantly more energized.
"What might be the meaning of that?" I in a split second disliked hearing everything he just said to me.
I will get ready for a wedding that I'm not even keen on.
"You'll plan from your gathering down to your outfits and keepsakes, you know, very much like what mother did during their wedding," he said after I infused me with a cure that was not on the rundown that he gave me previously. Perhaps he's taking a stab at something new once more.
In any case, how could I try and make arrangements like that? I'm not even put resources into something like this. Simply figure how horrendous it would be on the off chance that I were the - -
Stand by a moment.
My mind-set moved, and I grinned at the possibility that was going through my mind. I'm beginning to like this thought at any rate, and I think I'll have the most shocking wedding this year.
Luke, then again, squeezed my shoulders.
"I could do without that sneer of yours," he said.
"You'll like it, sibling," I said as I stood up.
"You'll like all of detail that I'll accomplish for my wedding."
…
Jamaica, my cousin, looked so appalled by simply taking a gander at the spot that I let them know where the gathering will be held — at the cemetery of our precursors. I can't conceal the energy in the event that Cooper will at long last go here to find out where he will welcome his folks.
"This is so modest," Jamaica said prior to feigning exacerbation.
"We'll simply need to develop a tents here to make it like a wedding party and put a few blossoms — I maintain that highly contrasting roses should be definite," I said as I contacted one of the burial chambers here.
This will be all the rage.
A wedding party in a ground brimming with dead individuals
"We have heaps of lodgings to see," Jamaica contemplated while showing me papers with pictures of various five-star lodgings in the city.
"Be that as it may, I need it here," I demanded.
"Might you at any point be embarrassed about your thoughts?" She expressed this while giving the books to her partner. "It smells spoiled in here, douche bag."
"This wedding addresses: a spoiled piece of sh*t," I said as I grinned pleasantly at her "Indeed, that.
Her collaborators really wanted to chuckle at what I said. I'm simply plainly letting out certain realities about this wedding in any case, and I have the ability to plan and set up for it, so I believe there's no issue with me concluding that this wedding will be held in a screwed up place that individuals will totally lament that they even worked out like this purported wedding of the year.
"Keer your shabby mentality out of this association."
Jamaica got my arms and hauled me out of the cemetery. I just let her force me until we arrived at the front yard of the house.
She was taking a gander at me while she folded her arms and tapped her heels on the asphalt. I can feel that she's attempting to contain the disappointment she felt before, and I surmise she doesn't believe others should perceive how perilous she is the point at which she at long last blows her top.
What a phony. A tricky cultivator!
"Quit taking a gander at me," I said before I began to leave her.
"You truly don't have any idea what's going on, don't you?" She asked after she prevented me from strolling by holding my shoulder.
"Hands off," I cautioned her.
She speedily advanced before me and sneered the same way she did during my unexpected commitment party.
"You're the arrangement we need to get those werewolves under our realm."
My lips separated after hearing that.
"Come back once more?" I inquired.
"Your wedding will be an extension to quiet that multitude of animals and at last kill them when the opportunity arrives. Essentially, your folks simply needed to auction you to a werewolf just to get the triumph the faction generally needed for the last 100 years."
I ought to have seen that coming.
My folks definitely had some awareness of him, and I'm almost certain he's likewise mindful of that. They are simply pushing this to make me his accomplice and annihilate their agreement from within. To put it plainly, I'm simply a weapon that my folks are exceptionally ready to utilize.
What a joke!
I ought to have had some significant awareness of it as of now.
"Furthermore, I disagree with them; what will happen to me?" I inquired.
"It relies upon your folks whether they'll keep you alive or you should simply lay on your grave since you couldn't actually accomplish something right at any rate," Jamaica made sense of, attempting to pester me much more.
This isn't whenever they've first done this to me. I really became acclimated to it to the point that I didn't get injured any longer subsequent to finding out about it from my cousin. I'm simply still stunned, however why should I gripe, correct? It's simply one more understanding, and a dangerous conflict will occur.
"Quit pondering it to an extreme," Jamaica unexpectedly tapped my shoulders and sneered.
I just feigned exacerbation when she got back inside the manor. Cooper told me some time prior that he'd get me after I let him know that my favored scene for our gathering is here in our genealogical house. Perhaps he's attempting to be a man of honor after what happened the previous evening. Does he want to eradicate that from my brain?
Killing somebody before me was damaging. Duh.
I'm busy contemplating what could be a few potential materials for my gathering when a limousine stops directly before our entryway. I in a split second grimaced when two ladies emerged from it wearing a tight dark dress covered with a calfskin coat along with high stilettos, and they were likewise wearing shades solidly in the center of a miserable day. What on God's green earth?
"Are you Miss Adriana?" One of them inquired.
"What is it that you need?" I asked briskly with my arms crossed.
"Ace Cooper will not be going along with you today in light of an earnest abroad gathering and — "
"He disappeared?" I asked in dismay.
Truly, this is the most crucial time for me, but he abandoned me with all of this stuff to orchestrate! What's going on with him?
"He let us know that we can help you on getting ready - "
I cut them off again by tossing the envelope I'm holding in front of them. I'm almost certain they are not werewolves since I can't detect them.
"Call him, at this moment," I requested in a harsh voice.
He's genuinely attempting to horse crap everything about this. He's not even focused on this wedding, so why push it too soon? Douche bag!
His kin seemed as though they expected that I'd be adequately unforgiving and didn't get frightened after what I did. They just tranquilly take my request, and when they contact him, I promptly grab the telephone from them.
"Quit playing poo and get your butt here," I expressed, attempting to contain my resentment.
"I told them that I'll be away —"
"I don't need your people to deal with this shit!"
I finally yelled because of what he told me. He just repeated what his servants said, and that's even more irritating.
I heard him chuckle a little, and that made me even more angry.
"Calm down, woman."
"You better be here by tomorrow, or else I will give you the most hideous wedding that you can ever imagine," I threatened him.
"Make it hideous all you want," he said, testing my patience, but his last words left me hanging.
"As long as I'll be marrying you, I'll be totally fine with whatever you do."
Just then, the call ended.