Kate

Almost a week had passed since the wedding. I hadn't seen him since the day he officially made me a part of this hell. I might have had a chance of escaping before but now I was truly trapped; waiting for him to make his next move, to cause me more pain. Though he was never around, I knew he was keeping an eye on everything I did. He had his people around me, watching me in my wretched state.

I was tired of everything that was happening. I was to live a happy life with Elijah. But here I was, married to the devil who killed my husband, and forced his possession onto me.

I was deep in thought when I heard the door opening and looked up just in time to see Dimitri entering the room. I kept quiet as I watched him take off his jacket and walk towards me like a predator. He bent forward, kissing me on the head, and sat next to me on the bed as I tried to control the wave of disgust that ran through me at his touch.

"How have you been, love?" he asked, his voice emotionless as always. "I see your eyes aren't red and swollen anymore. It means you've stopped crying and accepted the fact that you are now mine."

"I'm not yours," I told him calmly, trying hard to keep my emotions at bay.

"Oh but you are. Your are mine. My queen."

"You say I'm your queen," I laughed coldly, "Yet here you've kept me as a prisoner."

"You are wrong, Kate," his voice softened a little. "You are not a prisoner. You are my queen."

"Am I?" I asked him quietly. "Then tell me Mr. Kuznetsov, why ain't I being treated like one? Why are your men keeping an eye on me? If I'm your queen as you say, then why don't I get the freedom that I deserve? Why do you have people monitoring everything I say or do?"

"I'm just looking out for you, Kate."

"I don't want you looking out for me. Your people—"

"Our people," he cut me off. "They're our people, Kate.

"They are just your people and they must be laughing at my miserable life, thinking what a pathetic excuse of a queen I am!" I snorted.

"Did somebody say something to you? I'll have their heads on a platter for you if they dare cross their limits. Tell me."

"They don't have to say anything. Their looks are enough to convey what they think about me."

"Then I won't let them look at you. I'll have their eyes clawed out for you."

How could he say that? Was there no value of humans in his eyes?

"That is not what I want. Can you please stop planning somebody's murder every minute?"

"What do you want Kate? What should I do?" he sounded helpless.

"I want you to leave me the fuck alone. Let me go. Let me be free." I pleaded.

"You ask for something I can not give you. I can not leave you the fuck alone and I can not let you go," he said coldly.

I laughed humourlessly, "I don't even get what I want. Some queen I am!"

He suddenly moved forward, holding my jaw in his hand and forcing me to look at him. "I've had enough of your non-sense. From now on you'll do what I say and you won't argue anymore."

"It's not like I have a choice," I told him, wincing slightly as his grip on my jaw tightened. "Besides, isn't that what I've been doing lately? Being a puppet in your hands, bowing my head to your wishes and commands."

His eyes darkened as he let go of me. "You know, Kate," he started, his voice quite calm, "Every time I decide to go easy on you, to let you have some peace and freedom, you always change my mind with your words and actions."

I looked at him, suddenly terrified, my heart racing at his words, "What do you mean?" I asked.

He looked at me with a small smirk before his face turned blank again.

"A maid will be here soon to help you pack your bags."

"Why? Am I going somewhere? Are you finally letting me go?" I asked with a bit of hope in my voice.

He laughed coldly as he caressed my cheek.

"We are going on our honeymoon, love. You always wanted to go to Paris, didn't you? But that dead bastard couldn't afford it, right? So I'm fulfilling your wish. I'm taking you to Paris for our honeymoon." He smiled sweetly as he kissed my cheek.

I sucked in a sharp breath as I stared at him horrified.

"What's wrong, love? Why do you look so scared?" He chuckled, "We're going to Paris. Not hell."

"I won't go anywhere with you."

"Yes, you will go with me, love. And that too willingly. Because I don't want to force you. So you better accept it and start packing."

"I hate you. I hate you Dimitri. I hate you so fucking much," I shouted at him as a tear ran down my cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb before kissing my cheek again.

"Don't touch me." I screamed once more as more tears fell down.

He wiped them all away, cradling my face in his hands and uttering the words that made anger course through me.

"I love you and I don't like it when you cry."

I pushed him away as I tried to control my tears and stared at him coldly.

"Then stop it. Stop pushing my boundaries. Stop forcing me. Stop hurting me over and over again. If you don't like it when I cry, then stop being the reason for my tears. Stop making my life more miserable than it already is."

"Believe me, Kate, I really want to stop it all. But every time I try, every time I want to make everything okay between us, you just do something stupid and we are back to square one."

"Then don't try. Just leave me alone. Please," I cried, pleading for him to go away. He sighed as he got up and went to the bathroom.

Fifteen minutes later, Dimitri Kuznetsov was back, all showered and dressed up for work. He picked up his jacket which he had left on the couch and walked towards the door. He stopped there as he addressed me without turning around, his voice ringing loud and clear in the quiet room.

"We leave tomorrow at dawn. Be ready."

And as he left the room, a loud sob escaped my lips as I cursed the day the devil set his eyes on me.

Dimitri

It had been a week since the wedding and I hadn't seen her yet. I was trying to give her some space. Though I didn't see her, I had people keeping an eye on her every move.

After the wedding, Eric had suggested for us to go on a holiday; a honeymoon to be precise. He thought it would be good for Kate as she'll be relaxed. Although I was against the idea but I agreed for Kate's sake.

I knew she had wanted to go to Paris long time ago, so I told Eric to make the preparations. As soon as everything was ready, I decided to tell her.

I went to our room and found her on the bed, deep in thought. She seemed a bit calm, her face wasn't swollen and her eyes were no longer red. I thought she was in a better mood today.

But as soon as she saw me, her eyes turned sad and I could see her frowning though she was unaware of it herself. Everything that happened afterwards just darkened my mood. Her words angered me. How could she say she was being treated as a fucking prisoner?

I was doing everything to keep her happy. I was trying my best to make her forget Elijah. But maybe leaving her alone was not the right way.

I was fucking tired of her emotional drama. I'd had enough of all her non-sense and it was time that she gathered her shit and started acting like a mature person instead of crying all day long.

I told her exactly that but her response just fuelled my anger. Yes, I liked the way she wasn't crying and was calmly talking but her choice of words annoyed me.

I saw her eyes brighten up a little as I told her to pack. I could also sense her tone laced with a bit of hope as she asked me if I was finally letting her go. As if, I mentally scoffed.

I saw the darkness consume her eyes as I told her about the honeymoon. I heard her sharp intake of breath but I was unable to understand the sudden change in her demeanor.

And then she told me how much she hated me as a tear ran down her cheek. She told me to stop hurting her. She told me stop making her cry. But she also didn't want me to try to make it better.

Did she think it was easy for me? Did she think I liked seeing her cry? Did she think I intentionally caused her tears and heart break?

Because it sure as hell wasn't easy to see her shed tears when all I wanted was to hear her beautiful laughter and see her innocent smile that brightened my life and calmed my demons.

But when I heard her sob as I walked out of the room, I realised that I might've been a ruthless, merciless Mafia boss but I was truly a fucking failure, for I couldn't even bring a smile on my woman's lips. And all I caused her were fucking tears and a broken heart.

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