Chapter 10: Time to Make things clear
The door flung open without any warning, and there he was, standing by the doorstep, his back leaning against the left side of the frame.
I stared at him, eyes wide, a storm of questions and lingering trauma swirling within me. I thought he was gone—how could he be here again, and so suddenly?
As he took his first step toward us, my heart pounded violently against my chest, as if it might burst free at any moment.
The lady rose, trembling with fear. Her gaze clung to the ground, too afraid to meet his.
"I wasn't planning to tell her anything, sir. I wouldn't dare," she said, her voice quaking.
The angel remained silent, but his eyes spoke volumes—eyes laced with venom more dangerous than any serpent known to man.
He moved toward her slowly, and with every step he takes close to her, her legs grew weaker, her shivering more intense.
Then, in the blink of an eye, her feet left the ground. She hung suspended in the air, his eyes burning into her. He lifted her off the ground.
Fear gripped me like a vice. At first, I thought it was a dream, a hallucination. But no—it was real, happening right before my eyes. It wasn't a movie. It was reality.
What had I gotten myself into? I regretted everything. Wasn't death better than the nightmare I was entangled in?
"How dare you try to betray me?" he growled, his face contorted with fury. "If I hadn't shown up, you would've spilled everything."
"Do you even understand the consequences of going against my will?"
His grip around her neck tightened. She gasped for breath.
Her face had gone pale, her forehead flushed with blood. In her fading eyes, I saw it—she was exhausted, done fighting for freedom.
I knew immediately—I had to do something. I had to save her.
"Stop!" The word flew out faster than I expected.
"Please, stop. You don't need to punish her for this. Punish me instead," I pleaded, already on my feet, eyes filled with desperation.
His gaze snapped to me, sharp and cold. Then, without a word, his grip on the woman's neck loosened. She collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath.
I swallowed hard as his stare deepened. Yes, I was scared—who wouldn't be afraid of a man like him, a man with power human possess?
"You should know your limits, Anna," he said, his lips curling with disdain. I swallowed again, trying to hold on to the illusion of confidence I barely had.
But he wasn't making it easy. He took a step toward me, and my fear surged—but I refused to show it. I had to keep up the act.
His eyes flicked back to the woman on the floor, still wheezing for air.
"Get lost! I'll decide what to do with you later," he barked.
Though she was weak and trembling, she used the last of her strength to flee the room, leaving the two of us alone.
As she disappeared through the doorway, he turned his full attention back to me.
"You should know your limits, Anna," he repeated, this time his tone sharp, final. I knew better than to push back. If I said the wrong thing, he might do to me what he'd done to her.
I nodded, though every part of me wanted to scream. I wanted to tell him he had no right to threaten me—but that would be a death wish.
"Good," he said with a smile. "I like it when my woman is obedient. It pleases me."
He patted my head like I was a child. So disrespectful.
"I see you're perfectly fine now," he said, his hand now resting on my neck. "That means nothing is stopping us from getting married in two days."
He smiled again, that silly, smug smirk stretching across his face as he patted my head once more.
I glared at him, wishing I could beat him up—but of course, I was no match for him.
"Do it. Beat me up if that's what you want," he said with a smug smile.
Jerk. He had read my thoughts again. Why do I keep forgetting he can do that?
"Stop peeking into my thoughts! It's annoying," I snapped before I could stop myself.
"Then stop thinking," he said with a smirk, patting my head again. "Remember, you have just two days left to see your friend."
And just like that—voom—in the blink of an eye, he vanished. Not a trace left behind.
"And yeah—"
He reappeared out of nowhere, making me stumble back in fear.
"What the hell? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" I gasped, one hand clutching my chest.
"No, honey," he replied smoothly. Honey? What is wrong with him?
"I just came back to remind you—I'm taking you to see my family today. So if you're going to visit your friend, it has to be today."
And just like that, he disappeared again—without giving me a chance to respond.
That psycho. What does he think he is? I frowned and threw myself onto the bed, frustrated.
His pride, his commanding attitude—it all gets under my skin. I let out a long hiss of irritation.
How can he just drag me into plans I didn't make? Decide when I can or can't visit my own friend?
But… come to think of it, I do need to see Eva.
She's been calling endlessly, and I haven't answered. I'm too ashamed.
She must be worried sick by now, probably imagining the worst.
I need to talk to her. I need to ease her worry, even if I can't ease my own.
Because the truth is, I have no idea what the angel has planned for me.
Without wasting another moment, I grabbed my phone from the cabinet beside me and dialed Eva's number—finally ready to meet her and tell her everything.