"It's human psychology to be attracted to a person.

You have the rarest chances of ending up together with.

Yet , she still tried to be only left with a broken heart .

Which was now a captive of his."
                      - Suzangill©
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               Vivian's pov

There is a point in life when you realise that no matter how much you try, somethings are not supposed to happen.

They hurt you more than they will ever ever give you happiness.

And you know what we do to get out of this never ending circle of pain and misery?

We surrender.

Let it all go to trust the divine and let it take the reigns.

And Ethan was that something in my life.

I would have forgiven him for a lot of things he did to me. Thinking it to be his love for his best friend that made him to do it.

Blaming it on his ignorance and Sophie's manipulative skills.

But the very fact that he was the plaintiff of the case that made me undergo that living hell for 5 years and loose the most important thing in my life.

I will never be able to forgive him.

Strengthening the concrete of the walls around my heart, I was determined to do just one thing in these 6 months of marriage.

Survive.

And you know how a deer caught in a lion's jaw escapes it sometimes?

By pretending to be dead, by not thrashing. By giving up struggle. Making the lion to assume he is dead and has surrendered.

And when the lions grip loosens, it gives up the best fight of his life. Surprising the hunter.

And runs.

Making the prey to escape the hunter finally.

I was going to be this deer from now on. I will not fight Ethan , I will let him do whatever he wishes to do.

And then 6 months later. I will escape.

Leave him and these sick people forever.

To live a peaceful life in my mom's villa. With enough money to support myself.

"Welcome to your new home Ma'am"

The chauffeur says, opening my door.

I look up to see we have reached the place where I will spent my next 6 months.

It was a huge villa which looked like a royal estate. From what I know this is Ethan's private property.

He doesn't share it with anyone.

He lives here alone away from his parents. And now henceforth with my company.

Stepping out I give a smaile smile to the chauffeur and he closes the door behind me.
Ethan stands beside me lost in typing something on his phone , not bothering to even look at me.

Picking up the length of the long wedding dress I follow him as we proceed inside.

The luxury and the interiors of the place leaving me in awe.

Not knowing where to go, I keep following him to only have him stop abruptly to look back at me.

"Why are you following me? "

I don't answer. I thought he will show me to my room but it seems he doesn't care to.

He sighs, placing his phone back in his pocket and folding his arms in front of his chest.

Leaning back on the wall, staring at me from top to bottom.
A smirk coming onto his lips.

"You do look beautiful today. Got to admit it."

I don't bother even looking back at him. Clenching my fist I answer back.

"Just show me to my room."

He chuckles, moving closer.

"Ah the sass. I was already missing your fiesty side. Good to know it's back."

I sigh, trying to control my anger. Control Vivian.
We can't show him that his words effect us.

Not looking back at him ,I look to a side to only have him place his hand on my either side, cornering me.

"First of all its not your room."

"It's going to be our room"

His breath hits my cheek but I refuse to move. Placing my palms on the wall behind.

"And second of all."

He takes in a deep breath, inhaling my fragrance.His nose touching my cheek.

"I don't like you ordering me here in my own house."

"Mind your tone from next time."

He steps back immediately. Making me close my eyes.

His closeness. It still plays games with my brain. I have to first control these feelings....

"Come"

He orders taking long steps and I gather myself and move forward.
We reach a lavish room and I see my bags already placed inside.

The room was so clean that not even a single particle of dust could be seen.

A clean freak , just like before.

The rooms black and wooden interiors were different from the house's yet suiting his personality perfectly.

"Don't touch my things without my permission. You can do whatever else you want to."

Since when did he got so possessive over materialistic things....in highschool he didn't cared about them.
Or maybe it's just him not liking me touch them.

I merely nod, discarding the torturous heels and placing them in a corner.

His gaze moves to the heel , to back to my eyes. But he doesn't say anything. However his clenched fist answered it.

Yah...yah I get it.

Cleanliness freak.

Opening the lowest drawer of the large wardrobes. I see empty show racks and I place the heel on it.

Happy?

He merely nods to himself. Proceeding towards the bathroom and I sigh deeply.

Landing on the cozy sofa behind.

Finally! The day was so damn tiring!

My naked feet felt relieved of the torture.As I place them on the soft fluffy rug.
Making a small smile to come to my lips.

How much I have missed this comfort.

Leaning my head on the headrest, I don't know when I fell into a deep sleep.
Enjoying the luxury that I missed so badly.

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He comes out of the shower, rubbing his wet hair with the towel.
To stand in front of the mirror.

The cold water definitely relieved him of the tiring day.

His phone rings and he sighs, picking it up. Another business call....they never leave him at peace.

"Yes Mr Walker."

"Thank you."

" No it's fine. I will send you the files tomorrow."

Ending it, his eyes stop at something or rather someone's reflection in the mirror and his hand stops.

She laid there on the sofa, her head tilted in a painful position as she slept like a baby.
Her legs dangling , one foot placed on the soft rug beneath.

He couldn't help himself.

Turning around he steps towards her sleeping form. Finally getting an opportunity to stare at her without anyone interrupting.

Her lips were parting with every breath she took, eyes closed and hair loose of the tight bun to cup her face perfectly.

He looks down at her dress, which hugged her curves perfectly.

And he gulped.

She was perfect.

The wedding dress she chose ,  doing justice to it.
The net neck, back and sleeves leaving a lot to imagination.

How he wanted to discard them to bring this goddess to light.
How he wanted to feel her body shivering under his touch.

He moves his hand to touch her rosy cheeks , to stop suddenly.

Closing his eyes and clenching his hand in to fist, retreating it.

Damn Vivian. You still fuc* with my brain.

Getting up he steps back to only see goosebumps on her arms.

She was feeling cold.

He liked the cold. After all it's what he was now, both inside and out.
But it seemed she still wasn't used to it.

He can't sleep untill the room is chilled, with warmness suffocating him.
But it seems he has to change his habit and have sleepless nights after this.

Picking up the remote of the AC, he switched it off.
To place it back in its stand.

Looking at her one last time, he picks his laptop and closes the lights.

Leaving, closing the door behind him slowly.

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He comes back at an hour passed the midnight. Finishing up with the files he has to send tomorrow for his new project.

Opening the door ,he walks in silently.

To only stop as he sees her laying on his side of the bed in a loose t shirt.
The AC was on now but the temperature has been changed or rather increased from 16 to 24°C

Still better.

Taking out a comforter from the wardrobe.He moves towards the other side, and gets settled on it.

Her back towards him ,a pillow tucked between her legs as she hugged it like a kid.
Switching of the lamp light, he removed his specs and lays down, placing his arms below his head.

Staring up at the ceiling and sighing.

It was going to be torture to stay with her, but then it was for a long term benefit

It was a win win for both of them.

She will get a comfortable life after they part ways while he will have Klein Empire in his control.
Making his Ashelle Corporation to be the biggest player in the market.

Sleep was difficult, especially when she was on his side of the bed and covering more than half of the bed.
Sleeping like she was going for a marathon.

While he was in a corner , enclosed in the small space.
His big frame unable to fit in it.

He thought of waking her up and telling her , but she tooked too peaceful to be disturbed.

Fuc* it!

He cursed , tired of trying to find sleep even after 2 hours of fidgeting.
Picking up the comforter, he was going to leave.

When he saw her forehead getting covered in beads of sweat.
Her frame shuddering and lips opening and closing like she was trying to say something.

She was so peaceful before. What happened suddenly?

He stops to move closer to her. Maybe it is a bad dream.

"No.... please...no..."

He heard her clearly now and something clenched his chest. It is a bad dream. He was sure now.

He has had his share of them , but surprisingly since the day Vivian entered his life again.

He has stopped seeing her in his dreams.
Her asking him to save him.

"Vivian?"

He whispers lowly, moving the flick awar from her face and gently caressing her cheek with his knuckle.

To only have teardrops leave her eyes.
Her hands clench her stomach and she again starts whispering.

"No! Please! No! I beg!"

"Shhh it's fine."

He holds her face in his palms now. Trying to calm her .

"It's just a bad dream. Wake up princess"

He says softly , and then suddenly her eyes open.

Those beautiful green eyes  settle on his calm brown ones.
And he could clearly see only one emotion in them, fear.

She was afraid of what was going on in her dream.
And he for once was interested in knowing what it was.

Do her dreams resemble his?

Does she sees Sophie in her dreams as well?

Do they hurt as much as his did ?

Realisation of where she was, settles in and she pushes him back suddenly. Making him feel hurt for a second.

He wanted to know ,what she was seeing.

Desperately.

"You are fine. It was just a dream."

She doesn't say anything. Looking down at her stomach to only get lost in her thoughts.Her hand again moves to her stomach making confusion to settle in his eyes.

Was her stomach upset? Does it hurt?

"What happened?"

He dared to ask and that's when he sees her fists clenched as raw anger emerges from her.

"None of your concern."

She seeths at him, not looking up and picks up her comforter and pillow.
Determined to leave his bed to sleep somewhere else.

Before she could even place her foot on the floor.
She hears his voice from behind, making her close her eyes.

"Do you dream of her?"

She wanted to chuckle at the irony. She is sure he will die of regret if he comes to know what her dreams are about.

He will be dead from the inside. Just like she is.

He may have lost just his Sophie.

But she? She has not just lost the her best friend who saved her and her baby.
She has lost her baby as well.

She has lost everything.

"No"

Was all she said, as she gets up to leave.
When suddenly she felt a arm coil around her waist and next she knows.

She is pulled back into the mattress.

A small gasp of surprise leaving her lips as he pins her down on the mattress.
And gets on top of her.

Vulnerability.

That's what she saw in his eyes as he looked down at her.
The cold fascade unveiled to show his pains.

"Then what do you dream of?"

He asks and she clenches her fists,which were pinned above her by his grip on her wrist.

Her green orbs pools of coldness like he has never seen before.

She doesn't answer just stares and he couldn't help feel agitated.

"Answer me dammit!"

He screams. Sophie's thoughts...the thoughts of her dying because of this girl under him.
Naki his anger to rise.

"I dream of death."

He stills. So this means her dreams are just like his. Does she regret killing her?
He can think of forgiving her if she does.... Sophie would want that too.
After all she loved her as her best friend.

"But not of her Ethan."

Tilting up her chin ,she answers back as confusion covers his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

He questions to only have her sadly smile at him.
Her next words making his heart to stop in his chest.

"I dream of my death Ethan."

"The death you gave me for 1873 days 5 hours and 32 minutes of my life in that prison."

His body goes still and his grip on her wrists loosens.
Looking down at her in disbelief, all the colour drains from his face as he moves back from her.

To only have her hold his shirt and pull her back to him.

"Aren't you as much of a murderer that I am then?"

She says seething. To have his eyes harden at her. Holding her wrists that held his shirt, he pushes them away.

"You deserved it."

He says and she closes her eyes. Laying back her head on the mattress and smiling.

"Who are you to decide it?"

He breathes heavily. Not in the mood to argue with her anymore.
Getting up from her, he lays on his side of the bed.

Closing his eyes, to only see Sophie's smiling face in front of him.

"Just sleep here ."

He whispers for her to hear and she doesn't argue this time. Pulling up the comforter ,she lays on her side.

They both look up at the ceiling.
Minutes passed with sleep no way near now.

Thinking of what all they lost.

And she couldn't help whisper, the last words that Sophie told her to tell Ethan.

"She told me to tell you that......"
.
.
.
.

"She is sorry for your unrequited love."
.
.
.

"She is sorry that she couldn't love you back."

"I know."

Was all he said and she chuckled.

"Then you are a pathetic being Ethan. Loving someone who will never love you back."

Before she knows, he pulls her back to make her back hit his chest.

His arms caging her by coiling around her waist.
Whispering near her ear, he almost smirks at her.

"Then aren't you as pathetic as me?"

"Loving me when you know I will never love you."

She doesn't thrash in his grip. Laying still.
Making his anger to aggravate more.

Breathing near her ear, he lips touch her earlobe to make her close her eyes.

"Aren't you pathetic to like me touching you like this... despite knowing you were always nothing but a good fuc* for me?"

Tears leave her eyes, his words hurting more than any physical pain could.

"Yes I am pathetic for loving you. But trust me Ethan."

She turns around to look at him, his angry eyes meeting her teary ones.

"You are going to be worse when I stop loving you."

He couldn't control it. Smashing his lips on her he wanted to punish her for even saying this.

But she doesn't respond, letting him fool himself.

"Kiss me back dammit!"

He says in between the kiss to only have her chuckle and move her head to a side.

Her challenging eyes, making him wish to break something.

"You wish."

Was all she said unleashing the beast inside him.
Breathing heavily, he steps back from her nodding while clenching his fist.

"You will beg for it Vivian. I promise you this."

She again smiles mocking his state,while she lays there calm and unaffected.

"Try me"

Knocking down the lamp at their side, he pushes a chair next.

Not able to see her challenging and hatred filled eyes, making him hate himself more.

He decided to leave , knowing he will not find peace or rather sleep tonight.

Banging the door shut behind him, he makes his way towards the bar.
Letting the alcohol numb his pains for once.

For only if he knew, it was only going to hurt more from now on.

If only he knew , that karma was coming to him with only one motive.

Vengeance.