ELIZABETH'S POV

I watch the buildings pass by as we sat in awkward silence. Tears formed at the rims of my eyes, I can't live like this. I should be at home with my little brothers. That's when it hit me, my little brothers. 

My dad was completely oblivious to how horrible Vanessa was to the Leo and Tanner. Now they didn't have me to protect them. Leo wasn't old enough to be able to stop anything she does. My heart truly broken from this and I couldn't stop the tears that began to slip out of my eyes.

I tried to be quite but of course my breathing became slightly ragged. I kept myself facing the window not wanting to see if the stunning man next to me had noticed I was crying. Sadly the stunning man next to me was the devil himself. Some people think the devil would look terrifying. Me on the other hand believe Tristan fits the role perfectly.

The devil is pure evil but makes all evil so tempting, so wouldn't he be the most tempting. I shake my head at my childish thoughts causing a tear to fall onto my hand. Fuck my life. 

We pulled up to the biggest house I've ever seen, scratch that, biggest mansion. My jaw dropped slightly as I gazed at the building, how rich is he? My hand reached for the door to open it but before I could do so a hand shot for my wrist. 

Tingles shot through my arm and I turned to see piercing blue eyes glaring daggers at me, "Don't open the door," he growled. His eyes were empty as the glared into my red puffy ones.

I glared back at him and pulled my wrist out of his grip. I opened my mouth to say something when my door was opened. 

Glad to avoid any conversation with this man I quickly turned and stepped out of the car. The humid New York air hit me and I began to walk towards the house, Tristan close behind me. I walked up the never-ending steps and a door was once again opened for me. 

I stepped inside and was slapped across the face with money. It was huge, beautiful. But too much for me. There was a crystal chandelier that itself alone probably costs as much as my house did. There we two staircases on either side curving up to the top.

I huffed, it may be beautiful but it was cold. Didn't have a home like feeling, just empty. The sound of my shoes hitting the floor echoed through the house and I sighed. Tristan brushed past me and continued walking as a man set my bags beside me.

"Ummm," I called out to the man stalking away and he stopped and glanced over his shoulder, "where exactly am I staying?" 

He huffed in annoyance, god asshole, how am I just supposed to know where my room is, "Sarah show her where she's staying," he demanded a older lady who I assumed to be the maid. 

"Yes sir," she responded quickly with a hint of fear in her voice. She scurried over to me quickly and gave me a caring smile, "Follow me to your room Mrs. Denton." 

I cringed in disgust at the name she called me, "Please, call me Elizabeth."

She nodded and proceeded up the stairs and I followed close behind. We walked through a long hall until we stopped at  door close to the end of the hall. She opened the door and walked into the room. I walked in after and gasped at the size, it was a light grey and had a large bed with white bed sheets. 

It had an attached bathroom but the room was mainly empty. A man came in and set my bags down and I took a seat on the bed. 

"Its empty so you can decorate in how you want," I smiled at her for the kind gesture and she continued, "the Mr.'s bedroom is at the end of the hall, he's usually in his office if you need anything. And if you need anything from me I'll be in the kitchen." 

"Thank you," I responded and she nodded walking out, closing the door behind her. I slipped my shoes off and laid down on the overly comfortable bed. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, attempting to clear my mind and relax. 

I put my hands over my face groaning into them in frustration, I dropped them back to my sides and sat up. Well now what was I supposed to do. 

I slid off my bed and walked towards my door deciding to explore the large mansion. That'll take up some of my time at least. I stepped out into the hallway walking the opposite direction of Tristan's room not wanting to set foot in there.

I finished exploring the upstairs which consisted of about 8 rooms in total, including the game room and upstairs living room. 

I walked down the stairs into a large living room with a huge flat-screen tv and rolled my eyes, so much money. I walked into the kitchen which was amazing. Marble counter tops, two ovens. The fridge was unbelievably large with a gas burning stove. And that doesn't even cover it. 

Sarah was obviously cooking something and smiled at me, noticing my presence. I smiled back and continued exploring the house, I reached a room with double wooden doors with pretty designs. 

I opened the doors and stepped in, Tristan's eyes snapped up and he glared. 

"No. I told you what I want and that's all I'll take," he spoke obviously on a phone call. Embarrassed I began to turn to leave when Tristan put his finger up signaling for me to wait. 

I had an urge to ignore his request and just leave but I obliged in fear of him.

"I'm done speaking to you about this, don't call me back until everything is how I requested it to be," his voice not faltering, knowing he would get what he wanted. He hung up the call and turned his attention back to me scowling. 

"I presume you know how to knock?" He asked angrily and I nodded, "Then next time do so, we have dinner in ten minutes I expect you to be ready and looking less," he paused to find the correct word, "less you, you may leave."

My eyes widened his words offending me, did he just give me permission to leave? I'm not a fucking dog dickhead.

"Why are you still here?" He said annoyed by my presence. 

I scoffed and finally spoke, "Because I'm not a dog, and I don't take orders from assholes."

Not waiting for his response I spun on my heels and walked out back up to my room. 

I decided to make myself look nicer, not because he told me to but I did look like I had a hangover. I left on the clothes I had and through my hair into a ponytail and applied some mascara. 

I ran down the stairs into the kitchen, Tristan was already seated scrolling on his phone at the table with out food placed there. 

I walked towards the table and sat down and began to eat. As a took a bite the flavor exploded on my tongue and I moaned at the taste, "Holy shit," I whisper, damn Sarah could cook. 

Tristan glanced from his phone up at me, his eyes blank but I still felt like he could see right through me. 

"Eat quieter," he commanded again like I was an animal. 

I rolled my eyes and continued to eat in silence. When I finished I stood up grabbing my plate and walked towards the sink, Tristan's eyes followed me and he looked at me like I was dumb, "What are you doing?" 

I looked at him, "What does it look like?" I said in the same tone of hatred and began to wash my dish.

He narrowed his glowing eyes at me, "Don't use that tone with me, and you're not supposed to do that, that's what the maids are for." 

"I'm perfectly capable of washing my own plate," I said in the same tone I did before. He didn't take his eyes off me, if looks could I'd be 6 feet under. He gave me a hateful look and turned back to his phone ignoring my existence. 

I finished washing my plate and left the kitchen going back to 'my room'. 

I reached the large room and laid on my bed, my thoughts taking over once again. But this time I felt no sadness, just anger. 

I felt it over take my body and put my pillow over my face and screamed into it. I felt my body heat up more and I stood up and placed my hand on top of my head and  walked to the other side of the room. Ugh.

My hands started to shake and the words he said to me repeated in my head. I turned and flung my fist at the wall. The contact made a loud noise and there was a dent in the wall. I felt my hand burn and took in the feeling, slightly enjoying it. 

God whats wrong with me?

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suppp fuckerrrsss

I probably would've punched Tristan instead of the wall

but thats just me 

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