Past Mistakes
Chapter Nine
“A true romantic will break the rules for the right reasons. He will not conform to the ideals bestowed upon him by society. Instead he will fight for a climate of freedom that allows him to pursue and obtain his heart’s true yearning. He will appear incorrect in his upright form, but such perception only through the eyes of those travelling under the hypnotic notion of social paradigms. Do not judge he who is breaking the rules, rather try to understand his motivations. If his intent is pure then his fight is not in vain.” – Nicole Bonomi
Trapped. Cornered. Imprisoned.
NO. This is not happening. I’m just having a horrible nightmare.
I blinked my eyes, several times. But he was real. He was staring at me like a m0nster again.
I transferred my eyes to the metal door behind him and noticed the finger print sensor lock. How could I possibly get out of that door? I looked around figuring out where to escape before facing the monster again.
“If this is your idea of a joke, it’s not funny.” I said firmly at him and grabbed my bag and the brown envelope tightly infront of my chest. God knows, how much I tried to appear calm. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that deep inside my body, I was trembling with fear and panic.
He just smirked and moved closer to me. His forefinger suddenly lifted and caress my jaw. “Believe me, I’ve never been so serious in my life. You’re my wife, Rachel, and you’re going to remain my wife for as long as we live. I’m not a fool letting you go and marry another man.”
I slapped his hand away from my face and stepped backward. I couldn’t control the panic inside me anymore.
“YOU LIED! You planned this all along. Making me come here in New York and inviting me for dinner. You made me believe that you’ll sign the divorce paper.” I kept on stepping backward until my back was pressed on one of the pillars.
“I don’t do divorce.”
“What? You’re parents got divorced!”
“Right. That’s why I don’t want my marriage to be like theirs.”
“You’re a b@stard!”
Ares stayed where he was. His eyes never leaving mine.
“Get me out of here or you’ll be sorry. This is kidnapping.” I gritted my teeth. “I’ll make sure you’ll rot in jail if you won’t let me leave this damn house now!” I threatened him, trying my best to be firm.
He looked amused. He folded his arms together on his chest. “This damn house happens to be our conjugal property. Grandpa gave this as his wedding gift to us. So, you can’t be kidnapped in your own house and by your own husband.”
Conjugal property? No way! I don’t want this house or his money. I don’t want Ares Niarchos and anything that is associated with him. I just want to get out of this house with the signed divorce paper… and I’m off thousands and thousands miles away from him.
I dug my phone inside my bag. Where is it? I opened the side pocket but it was not there. My heart pounded so fast. I was so sure I had my cellphone with me when I came here.
“Damn you. Where’s my phone.”
He shrugged his shoulders and calmly walked towards the bar. He poured himself a liquor then sat on the bar stool.
“Give me my phone.” I went closer to him. I couldn’t control my anger now. “You have NO RIGHT to take it.” I gritted my teeth and clenched my hands so tightly.
How could he took my phone? I couldn’t live without my phone. I have everything there. My contacts, my To-Do list, my messages and my important files.
He didn’t answer. He just continued staring at me. Ugh! I hate him.
Psychotic monster.
He can’t trap me here. I have to get out, and I need my phone in order to do that. Oh Drew… if only I can call Drew. He’ll be here right away and rescue me.
“Are you deaf? I said, GIVE ME MY PHONE!” I snapped at him.
“I heard you, Rachel. You don’t have to shout.” He lifted his glass of liquor into his mouth when I grabbed it out of his hand and splashed it on his face.
Ares hands instantly went to his eyes. “Damn it!” He was groaning with the stinging pain of the alcohol in his eyes, giving me the opportunity to escape.
I ran towards the main door and pressed the buttons but it wouldn’t open. I banged my hands on the metal door and shouted. “Help! Help me!” I checked the windows and the door leading to the balcony, but there were grills and securedly locked.
I was desperate to escape. I ran towards the kitchen, but it had the same metal automated sensor lock with the main door.
What happened here? The mansion looks like a prison now.
I looked around the kitchen and saw a knife block on top of the counter table, with knives in different sizes.
I went back to the living room and saw Ares still sitting on the bar stool. He wiped his eyes with a white hankerchief. He instantly looked at me, with angry bloody red eyes.
“For Christ’s sake! You almost blinded me with that vodka!”
“HA! It’s really my intention. I could do worse if you won’t open that door and let me leave.” One wrong move and you’re dead. I held the knife so tightly behind my back.
“No. You’re my wife. You belong here. With me.”
“You’re CR@ZY!”
“Probably.” He stood up and strode closer to me. “Calm down, Rachel. Let’s be civilized and talk about us. Our marriage and our future, together.”
“NO! Can’t you understand? I want a divorce. I’m marrying Drew. I love him. He’s the man for me. Set me free Ares. Sign the divorce paper and let me go.”
He gave me a thunderous look. “I’m not giving you up. I won’t allow any man to take my place as your husband. We made our vows Rachel, and I’m taking it seriously.”
“You’re really insane! We can’t continue being married. We haven’t seen each other for seven years and we’ve never live as husband and wife.”
“Right. But it’s not too late to start all over again.”
“NO. I don’t know you. You don’t know me. We’re actually strangers. We’ve been forced into marriage… and we hate each other. Please… just set me free and allow me to be happy.”
“I’ll make you happy. I promise, I’ll do anything to make you happy. Just give us some time to get to know each other well and make our marriage work.”
Pathetic Psychotic M0nster.
THINK. THINK. PLAN.
Maybe he needed reverse psychology.
“Okay, fine. I agree with you.”
Ares’ eyebrows rose questioningly.
“Let’s start all over again.” I continued. “Let’s… um… let’s make this marriage work… and… and… who knows! We’ll be very happy and have kids and grandchildren.”
He smiled, then rubbed his chin. “Okay.”
“Okay!”
“That’s great.”
“Yeah. Great!” I nodded. “Um… but I need to check out at the hotel and get my things. You see… I have to go there personally. You can ask your chauffer to take me there so I can settle the bills.”
“Don’t worry, baby. My personal assistant settled it already. Your things are in my room now.”
“What?!” Damn him.
“Aren’t we going to seal our agreement with a kiss?” He moved closer and touched my forearm.
“You wish!” In an instant, I pointed the knife towards him. “Take your filthy hands off me, you b@stard!”
He backed off. “Put that knife down, Rachel.”
“No! Get me out of here. I swear I’m going to kill you if you won’t!”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I mean it!” I threw the knife towards him, but he evaded. The knife stabbed in the landscape painting behind him.
“What the hell! Are you really going to kill me?”
“Yes! And I’ll burn this place down if you won’t allow me to leave!”
“Thanks for reminding me. I’ll make sure to keep all the knives and matches from now on.”
“You b@stard!”
I didn’t know what came over me. I felt like the demon inside me unleashed. I attacked Ares with the things I saw in the living room. The vases and figurines. The glasses from the bar. The books. The magazines. I threw everything at him. Too bad, he evaded without a scratch. Then I took the expensive looking black urn placed at the center of the picture frames.
“NO! Please put it down. That’s my brother.” Ares’ eyes widened in a panic.
“You have a brother?” I put down the urn. I cringed at the thought of almost throwing a dead man’s ashes.
“Yes. He’s my twin brother.”
I calmed down. I took a deep breathe. I suddenly got tired of exerting too much energy in anger and throwing those heavy things towards him.
I looked at the expensive and priceless things I smashed, scattered all over the tiled floor. These must have cost him a fortune. I felt so bad of myself.
I sat down on the armchair and couldn’t help myself from crying.
I was very tired and furious. I hated Ares… so badly.
Ares came closer and knelt in front of me. “Rachel.”
“I hate you!”
“I know.” He held my hands. I pulled it out of his grasp and slapped him so hard on his face. Then again and again and again until my hands hurt.
Ares’ face was so flushed and bruised from my beating. His lower lip was bleeding. But he never ever moved out of my reach or stopped me from attacking him. He just let me hurt him physically… and that made me feel bad afterwards. I felt like I was the real m0nster.
“Are you done?” He asked softly.
I nodded.
He stood up and touched his bleeding lip. “You must be so tired. You can rest now. Your things are in the rose room.”
I nodded.
“Goodnight, Rachel.” He said before he left.
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