His Cure

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His eyes rose up to the rooms and he ascended the stairs in a hurry and dashed to her room.

He opened the door loudly and streaked inside.

He found her lying on the bed. Her clothes were bloody and her face was pale white.

He crashed down to the floor beside her, helplessly.

This was all too much for him to take in.

What’s happening?

Why is she in such state?

Why is there blood all over her?

His brain seemed to went blank for a while.

He wasn’t able to think straight and all that came to his memory were distorted vision of his mother.

He held his head in extreme agony and shut his eyes.

“Not now..”he grunts.

He managed to get his brain functioning back then took his eyes back to Beatrice.

He poked her arm a little.

“A.. author?”he stammered.

Thick saliva formed in his throat and he could literally feel the hotness coming from his stomach.

Suddenly, the air became very hard for him to breathe in.

There were glistens of surprise and horror in his eyes.

Deep within himself, he hoped and wished all these was but a nightmare.

Did.. did she actually killed herself?

‘If she commits suicide..’Harry’s words lingered in his memory.

If he had actually called her not to think too much about the rumor.. if..

‘Really?. What about your girlfriend?.’another statement from Harry popped into his head again.

In that situation, he still couldn’t bring himself to cry. No, he wanted to, but with the strong denial he was putting out, the tears couldn’t fall.

He failed to protect her.

He has become just like his father who pushed his mom to her death.

He said he was not going to bully her physically but he forgot getting to her mentally could be more dangerous than doing so physically.

He has become like his father.

He placed his both hands on the floor, watching her.

He could perceive the scent of something sweet but in that current state, he didn’t took much to it.

“I.. hope you find happiness, Author.”he slowly pulled the duvet over her.

He heard a loud huff and following after was a violent move of the blanket away from her face.

“Even till the end. You proved yourself to be a very good jerk! First, you didn’t cry for me! Second, you didn’t regard me with my name! Third, you pulled the duvet over my head just too soon!”

His face crumpled up.

“Y..”

“Well, yes, I died! But due to your pathetic method of weeping for my death, I had to come back to life. These are red wine by the way.”she sat up and snorts.

Gregory couldn’t believe his ears.

Did he just got deceived?

His then flustered face turned into a deep glare and slowly, he sprang up.

“Don’t ever try this with me again, Author. Don’t. ever. do. that.”he spat.

Beatrice scoffed.

“Do you know that at a point, I had this thought of killing myself?”she folds her arms, staring at him sharply.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

His expression didn’t change. He still has the vague look on his face.

“Yoi shouldn’t expect less, after all you’re going to be the wife of a billionaire. And I see that is how weak you are. If you cannot handle this problem, then how would you handle the bigger one?”he uttered coldly.

She opened her mouth to speak but he continued his statement, not giving her a chance to say anything.

“It seems you’ve forgotten that this is my house also. Let this be the first and last time you would pull a pathetic prank like this.”he turned to leave.

“Let’s say this was real. You won’t even cry?”

He stopped in his steps and slowly turned to her.

“Why would I shed my precious tears for you?. Because I made you my wife doesn’t mean you are precious.”he quipped and a silly smile played on his lips.

Beatrice nipped at her bottom lips and gripped the blanket so tight like her entire live depends on it.

“I didn’t ask to be your wife. You forced it on me!”she gritted her teeth in rage.

“I honestly think..”she took in a sharp breath and scoffs.

“Maybe Satan was your father in your previous life and now you’re Lucifer himself. I am done playing the complying girl with you. I will get out of this place and..”

“I will see you try.”he cuts in with a gruff tone.

“Well, then, good, thank you. It would be nice to have you as a cameraman as I leave this hell! If I should say anything about this to the public, do you think you would be safe?.”

“You’re inane.”he clicked his tongue.

“And you’re an insane man!!”she stood up and yelled at him.

“Who knows what you are exactly?. You could be a murderer. Different heads must be rolling around in your restroom! You must really like blood a lot and you like deceiving people down here to your house then you suck them out of their blood!”

Gregory’s eyes twitched and he raised up the corner of his lips in a smirk.

“I could be a murderer but you’re busy talking away like this?. Now that you know my secret, do you think I would spare you?. Yes, I am a vamp king and I take delight in drinking and getting intoxicated with human’s blood, more reason I do not like alcohols cause blood is the only thing I like.”he expounded.

Beatrice’s eyes spreads out. She looked at him, profound.

She blinked her eyes lashes fastly and took a step back.

Her breathing became rough.

“Now, author. Tell me, why should I let you go?. My facade fell real quick.”he took a step forward and grinned.

“You are here alone with me. I could do whatever I want with you; Cut you into pieces then start licking your pool of blood on the ground.”his eyes glowed in excitement.

Beatrice shook with vigor and the her next retreat took her to the bed.

“Or,”his brows went up in ecstasy.

“I could fvck you to death then suck your blood after. So many things to do with you, Author.”

Beatrice felt dizzy.

She blinked her eyes trying to keep herself awake.

No, she mustn’t sleep in this situation.

She fought hard from stopping herself from falling asleep.

But eventually, she does.

She heard a bang before she drifted into unconsciousness completely.