Chapter 2 #2
“I don’t believe you.”
“Cause you’re fucking pathetic, Blaire.” He bites, harsh and vicious.
The insult pierces into me, and I feel my heart splintering under the weight of it.
But I still hold firm, my eyes searching his frantically, watching as those pale blue irises darken into something blacker at the edges.
“I still don’t believe you,” I whisper, a single tear slipping down my cheek. “I fucking knew you.”
My hand trembles as I reach up toward his face, fingers almost brushing the hard line of his jaw.
“I felt you…” My voice breaks, painfilled and lost. “With every shattered, bleeding part of me. You were good.”
He suddenly snatches my wrist, just as my fingers sweep his cheek, and it startles me.
“You couldn’t be more wrong,” he growls, bringing his face closer to mine. “And this is exactly why you ended up in that rape market to begin with. You were always desperate to see light in something that was never anything but darkness.”
My wet lashes flutter as I try to hold back more tears, but they continue to drop.
“You’re wrong,” I say through gritted teeth, my tone barely holding together.
“Am I?” Law tilts his head, that sickeningly calm expression never wavering as his eyes drag slowly down to the fresh bruises blooming across my throat. “Look at yourself, Blaire. Does it look like I’m wrong?”
“Why are you doing this?” A sob claws its way out before I can stop it. “I thought you loved me. I thought you cared…”
“Because I can,” he cuts me off coldly, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Because it’s almost too easy with you.”
“Then let me go!” I snap, anger breaking through the hurt. “If you don’t want me, if you don’t love me, just let me leave! You always said I could walk away freely anytime I wanted!”
His cold eyes serach my face, unblinking, then the corner of his mouth twitches.
“Oh… so now you want someone different?” he shoots back. “After everything I’ve done for you?”
“What? No…” The words tangle in my throat. “That’s not what I said. I just…”
Law interrupts with a soft, mocking laugh that slices deeper than any shout, and he shakes his head, like he’s watching a child throw a tantrum.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, confused and wide-eyed.
“Blaire. Blaire, Blaire, Blaire…” He clicks his tongue, his expression falling serious again. “When are you going to get it through that thick, delusional skull of yours that I never fucking loved you?”
The floor drops out from under me, my lungs seizing.
“I think you’re weak and pitiful,” he continues, each word said to wound me.
“A revolting, needy slut who threw herself at me over and over again. I was never attracted to you, not once. You actually disgust me. Your voice, your touch, the way you looked at me like some lovesick puppy. You’ve always made my fucking skin crawl. ”
He steps closer, eyes gleaming as he watches his cruelty land.
“You imagined all of it, didn’t you? Every soft word, every time I held you…
you twisted it into some grand love story in that broken little head of yours.
But deep down you knew, you always knew I was just tolerating you.
Keeping you around because it was convenient.
Because helping you, then breaking you is fun. ”
He leans in, breath hot against my ear.
“So go ahead. Keep telling yourself I’m the one who’s in the wrong. Keep pretending this is all some fucking nightmare instead of the truth you’ve been too stupid to see.”
Tears stream unchecked down my cheeks, hot and humiliating as he continues.
“And you know what’s the funniest part? By the time you wake up tomorrow, you will still want me to love you anyway.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I whisper, my watery gaze desperately scanning his.
Law rises slowly, spine straight, chin lifting like a king about to pass judgment, and his voice drops even lower, delivering the killing blow.
“You are, and always will be, daddy’s damaged goods. Used, abused and passed around like a broken fucking toy before I was foolish enough to keep you.”
My eyes bulge, horror slamming into me like a freight train.
“What did you just say?” The words rip from my throat, wrath and shock twisting together.
“But despite all that…” His empty tone drags out in an evil scornful drawl as his gaze drops shamelessly to my heaving breasts, lingering like he’s assessing their worth. “You’re still my wife, and unfortunately, you’ll do… for now.”
The room spins, his last insults blur into something nightmarish while I shake my head.
“Law…” My voice fractures, vision swimming. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY?!”
I explode, my scream tearing through the mansion like thunder. But it doesn’t even move him. His brows pinch together in fake confusion, as if I’m the crazy one.
“You really didn’t think I would dig into what you are, or who you came from before I married you?” He lets out a soft, cruel chuckle.
“I’m done!” I yell, trying to shove past him, but as always, he doesn’t let me.
His hand snaps out like a viper, fingers twisting brutally into my hair, yanking my head back with vicious force.
The other clamps around my jaw like a vice, hard enough to bruise bone and draw blood from the inside of my cheek.
“Broken, ungrateful cunts like you shouldn’t talk back to their husbands, Blaire,” he growls, the heat from his words scalding my skin.
“You never loved me, you couldn’t love me.
You’re too fucked up, too ruined, too disgusting to even understand what true love is.
All you’ve ever done is cling to me like a blood-sucking parasite. ”
His grip tightens, eyes gleaming with pure evil as he watches me crumble.
“You built this whole fantasy in your sick head, and now you’re crying because I won’t keep pretending with you?”