Elijah Smith...Cane, Kevin, and I waited for the man to be sent in. The man I had contacted a while back to get me Ella's bank account had shown up in the dead of the night. My first answer to the gate guard was to tell him to send the man away. He could have sent me the numbers on email. I didn't understand why he had to come here, especially now that I was done with the web.I'd hung up the phone, but it soon rang again and the gate guard told me that the man really wanted to show me more than just the numbers I needed to pay Ella for the butterfly painting I got from her.I meant it when I said that I wanted to be her first client because I knew the second Ella realized the talent she had was magnificent she would start selling like a charm.I told the guard to let the man in so I would hear him out and then send him away as soon as possible so the three of us could get down to business.A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door, and one of the men I had left to look
Ella Smith...I hugged my knees to my chest as I sat on the chair facing the window. My eyes were planted on the garden, staring at the flowers as the morning sun slowly started beaming down its ray on them, magnifying their natural beauty.I really wanted to leave the mansion and sit outside in the sun, let the morning sun warm the coldness that was spreading all over my body.My head was pounding, along with the side of my face that was still swollen. When Doctor Morgan said that it would get worse before it got better, he wasn't joking because the bruise was as purple as it could ever be.I'd tried to fall asleep. I tried to shut everything out, but the past three weeks have been horribly hard.I have done everything in my power to avoid the people living in this mansion, including Elijah.While it hasn't been easy to do so, it wasn't also impossible. I made sure to wake up super early even before the workers woke up and would make my way to the kitchen to grab myself somethi
Elijah Smith...I looked at Ella as she stepped into my study. She looked like she was ready to fight and kick my ass.To be honest, seeing her like this made me happy. It meant that she wasn't going to ignore me anymore. She wasn't going to let herself drown in her trauma. She was going to face me head-on.I missed having Ella around. I missed seeing her paint or read or hold her in my arms as we fell asleep.The mansion felt quite without her. Ella didn't have to speak or make a sound to fill a room with her presence. She always had an aura that was so graceful that it always pulled me to her.But now that she was doing everything in her power to avoid me, the mansion felt empty. I wasn't the only one who felt it. Everyone else felt it, too.Ella closed the door behind her, and she walked towards my desk. I watched as she reached for the pen left on top of my papers, and she looked for a white paper.She was going to write to me instead of signing, which in itself felt like a
I took a deep breath, preparing myself to speak the words I knew would send Ella running away."Why did you marry me in the first place?" She had asked a few seconds ago, and I knew the true answer would heart her. I knew she would hate me even more than she already does.But I promised myself that I would never lie to her again, that I would never keep anything important from her. And I was planning to implement my promise to her."At first... I wanted to marry one of the Williamson's daughters so I would get rid of his last name. I married you so I would get control of them. I married you so I could use you as the key to Williamson's Kingdom." I stopped when Ella snapped her eyes to me.Oh, the hurt in those blue eyes, they broke me apart, made me want to kick myself in the balls."I guess the jokes are on you then." She sighed.I made no comment about what she signed and carried on with my explanation, hoping she would continue to hear me out."But then..." I started, but I stopped
Ella Smith...I lay under the covers, my shoulders shaking with each silent sob that escaped my lips.So much for being strong.Everything Elijah said to me broke my heart, including the part where he confessed his undying love to me."I fell hard..." He had said, and I really wanted to believe him, because I had fallen hard for him too.I wanted to walk away from this life. But Elijah was part of this life, and walking away from him was not an option.I hate and love him all at the same time. If I could, I would just pack up my stuff and leave. But what good would leaving be if I was leaving my beating heart here as well?I heard the door of the bedroom open, and a calm footstep walked through. A few seconds later, I felt the bed dip beside me."Ella?" I heard Elijah call out before I felt his hand on my shoulder. I was covered from head to toe, so Elijah had to pull the cover off of my head and down to my shoulder."Ella?" He called out again.What part of I need to be alone di
Elijah kept his arm around my shoulder for the rest of the ride, and I didn't have the heart to push him away.When the car finally slowed down and we arrived near the grave yard, Cane parked it, and the three of us got out of the car.Elijah's hand quickly found its way to my hand. He slid his fingers through mine and interlocked them, holding on like he never wanted to let go of me again.I looked at the many cars lined up near the graveyard and sighed.The last time I had lost a family member, I was not allowed to go to his funeral to say my final goodbye. Instead, I was forced to walk down the aisle to marry the man standing next to me.When I did get a chance to come here, I remember how I had cried at my father's grave, looking down and trying to remember the memories that made us father and daughter.But here I stood now without a single tear in my eyes.I honestly felt bad and a bit sad that my grandfather passed away. My brain tried to trick me by showing me images of the gra
Elijah stayed true to his words and stopped by the door the second he got to the room.He leaned his back against the frame of the door so he would be able to see me and still be a part of the conversation he needed to have with the men who had stepped into the room.I looked away from my husband and settled my eyes on my so-called twin sister.She looked at me with soft eyes, pretending like she was hurting at the moment.I warned myself not to get intimidated by her like I was before. I warned myself to keep my back straight and up chin up as I started walking towards her.I stood in front of her, looking up at her straight in her eyes. Damn her height advantage over me."How have you been, Ella?" She asked.I almost didn't want to give her a reply. But I wanted to keep her talking.Bring one open hand up to the middle of my chest with my thumb pointing towards, I tapped the tip to my chest a few times to sign my reply. "Fine." I signed short, making a small muscle under her right
I kept my eyes on my wife and her twin sister, watching them like a Hawk while I waited for Dante to say what he wanted to say."The least you could do is sit down." Dante commented as he dropped himself on the edge of the bed.I glanced at the three men a split second before I returned my eyes towards Ella.Cane had taken a usual spot with his back pressed against the wall, keeping his eyes on everything so he wouldn't get surprised, while Harvey stood by the window, as far away from me as possible.I already have plans to either cut his hand off or shoot him the second I get him out of the mansion for touching my wife the way he did."Just say what you want to say, Dante. I don't plan on staying in this mansion for too long. So get on with it." I replied, my eyes still zoned in on the two sisters as they had a quite conversation.I couldn't tell quite hear what they were saying, which annoyed me. I wanted to make sure that Elizabeth doesn't upset my wife. Why did Ella want to hear