"But babe?" Damian starts. "You have seen how these people act towards you. You in danger."
I know, but what is the worst they can do? I will kick them out of here before they can anything. I cannot let them win. "I will be fine, Damian. I can handle them, and I handle myself!"
"You don't know what they are up to, Ellie! It could be dangerous." He pleads.
"The more reason I should stay put to know what they are plotting! I am not moving inch from my home, Damian! I doubt it is even what my parents would expect of ."
"Your parents would want you safe at whatever cost, Ellie. That I know, and I know know it too, so well. And this place is not safe for you," he pleads again.
And so leaving all this castle to these witches would make my parents happy? What of daughter will I even be to do that? "And I will be, because I am not going to these skeptical pesky witches win."
"You are so stubborn," he fumes.
Why? He is angry now because I won't accept what he wants.
"Besty, please? Listen to Damian," Grace says.
Ooh, wow! She has fallen under his charming spell, huh? He manages to get everyone his side with a snap of a finger. What kind of charm does he possess?
"I understand all your concerns, and I am grateful for that, but my decision is final," I to them.
"Okay. You stay, but I am getting bodyguards for you. They are going to stay guard at door and accompany you wherever you go," Damian ascertains.
Guards? What now? We go back to the life that suffocated me until I create my own from here. Walking around with a battalion of bodyguards? The hell! Freaking ? I can't go back to that prison kind of life! I can't be walking around with a of guards everywhere I go, damn it!
"No. I can't..."
"That's not up for discussion.” Damian cuts me off. “Ellie! I am getting you , and that is final." Damian commands, and everything falls quiet in his , autocratic tone.
I guess there is no room for objections, then! Gosh! That life hell sucks!
"I will leave you girls alone so you can talk." The girls nod their heads, and then he to me, kissing my forehead. "I will go check on things, but I am just a call away you need me or anything. Don't hesitate to call me, okay?" He worryingly .
Sigh! "Sure." That is all I can afford for a response. He is being too affectionate and .
‘Well, he always was. That was why you fell head over heels for him, right? And it's like he has committed an inexpiable crime, and he has conceded to his mistakes apologized, right?’
I shake my head to my innocent brain's scolding.
"See you."
After saying goodbye to these cheap friends of mine who look like they are all lusted him, he strides out, and I have to battle the pain of watching him leave. Just how did this guy get into me?
"Ghosh! Those deep pink lips and the droolsome abs!" That must be Rose, and I turn to them as Sherry continues the flirtations.
"Hell! Did you catch a glimpse of those dark orbs? They are as deep as the sea itself.
Anyone would want to get trapped in them forever!"
Huh! See these... No wonder Grace is looking at them in confusion.
"Girls? He is taken, remember? He is Ellie's boyfriend! I told you, didn't I?" Grace to spank some sense into these two horny bitche's dumb heads.
They snap out of their fantasies. What were they thinking? That they have a shot with ? Well, they better forget it and not even make me sense that, because I will forget we are friends.
"And ostensibly ironical," I add, catching their full attention as I continue, "my fiance, whom I ran away from."
"What?" The three voices echo together in bewilderment, their jaws dropping to the .
"Unbelievably, yes! I crashed into him on the day I ran away. We became beautiful . Soon enough, we couldn't refrain from falling in love. We became a —the happiest of all couples in the world, I would say. And four days ago, at a with my betrothed's family, Damian Almenda, my fiance from Mombasa, in, and he was introduced as my betrothed. He is the only child of Riccaforte, man I loathed the most all my life. The same man I ran away from. The same one
I am madly in love with." I finished my sermon.
I sigh at this sweet yet fucking tangle!
"Is this a joke, Ellie? These things do occur only in fairy tales." Sherry explains.
"Or in soap operas! This is incredibly sweet! Your love story should probably make it the headlines of TV stations and magazines. It's unbelievable that you two fell in without knowing that you were fated." Rose can't control the thrill of all this.
"That's it!" We all snap at Grace as she chirps. "It is fate! That's why, no matter what two do or where you go, you still find yourself crashing into each other over and again. You two are destined!"
Fate, huh? Then it should have told us the day that we met! Crap!
"Fate or not fate, guys, I don't need this right now. Can I get a group hug?" I ask as I on my queen-size bed.
"Oh, we are sorry, Ellie. Just that, your story is sweeter than even that of Romeo and
Juliet. Come here!" Grace says, and they all gather around me and encompass me in a hug.
I missed them with their crazy, wild thoughts. I missed them all.
"We are truly sorry for your loss, bestie," Rose says this as we pull away from the hug.