"When I was seven, Mama, Eve, and I were traveling to Barbara when we got attacked at the border," Belle gripped his shirt tighter, she had never brought herself to tell anyone about this ever since it happened, not even Jamie, as she feared he would also stop loving her like her parents had done. But since it was Rohan, she had nothing to lose with him. She did not care about what he thought about her.
"I was sitting at the window of the moving carriage when I saw the vampires. I tried to warn Mama, but she didn’t listen until we were attacked," she told him how her mother had passed out and how she had been yanked out by one of the savage-looking creatures.
"But after that... I strangely do not recall anything that happened. All I remember was finding myself wandering in a forest, and then I saw some men who pointed out that I must be the missing daughter of the Duke. They took me to Mama, who was staying at an inn, waiting for my remains to be found. She had a look of horror on her face when she saw me..."
"..." Rohan remain silent, a deep scowl on his face.
"She refused to believe I was her daughter, and I realized I had spent five days in that forest and that everyone had believed I was dead because... Mama claimed she saw me die." Belle could still remember the confusion and the fear in her young heart when everyone stared at her like a ghost who had returned from the dead. She did not know what her mother saw that made her believe she was dead and that she wasn’t her daughter, but Belle knew she had not died in any way—her memories of the event were just unclear after the attack.
"Mama and Papa used to love Eve and me equally, and they would buy me things and call me sweet names, but after that day... I was locked up in a room without light, and every morning a priest would come to pray and to remove whatever evil I was, even though I told them I was still me. I longed for the days I used to be their Belle, and I wanted to make it up to them..." She sniffed her nose as the tears began to fall now without her control, as she had spoken the words she had never told anyone before to him.
Rohan was silent and still, his hand still gripping her, but this time it was more possessive, not from anger. She might not have known what happened, but he did, because that day had been the day that made him silently vow to himself to find her again and make her his.
This marriage would not have been anything had that day not happened. It was still vivid in his memories as if it had been just yesterday. Her hazel eyes—those eyes were what made him recognize her immediately in the wedding hall when her veil moved to show her eyes to him.
But never would he have thought it would lead to her being viewed as evil. He did not say it in his words, but Rohan was somewhat relieved to know that his bunny had not just agreed to this marriage because she wanted to kill him like everyone else around him. He did not know what he would have done if that stake he found had been meant for his chest.
Bringing his other hand up, he wrapped it around her slender neck, his fingers pressing into the nape as he locked them behind her. His thumb rested beneath her chin, tilting her head up so she had no choice but to look at him. He blinked when he saw the liquid that came from people’s eyes when they were emotional and sad. She was crying? He had not even realized it until he saw it. She kept her eyes down and tried to move her head from his grip, but Rohan had locked his fingers at the back of her neck and kept her head in place.
"Now you know... can you please leave so I can change? It’s uncomfortable to stand in a wet dress," she said quietly, wishing he wouldn’t push her to reveal more than she had. She had not meant to even let her tears fall, but she had not been able to control them.
"I need to change," she repeated, her voice too faint.
He only stood there, absurdly close. Dark eyes, black lashes, handsome face, smiling that smile of his that never reached his eyes or went beyond the pull of his lips. She didn’t know why it had been easy to talk to him about that time of her life, but it had come to her so easily.
"You got this from the attack," he said as he brought his hand up to part her bangs and reveal the scar he knew more than anyone was from the attack, but he just wanted to give the bunny a distraction to stop the liquid from sliding down those large hazel eyes of hers.
She nodded her head and moved it back so his hand would fall away from the parted bangs. They covered her forehead again, and her hand went to grip the necklace around her neck in an unconscious act, but she quickly brought her hand down as if realizing it wasn’t the one she wanted to hold. Rohan’s eyes narrowed down on the necklace he had given her, which had a gold chain and a diamond pendant enclosed in gold.
He dropped his gaze to the pendant dangling between the swell of her breast. His smile became cynical. He touched the pendant, toyed with it. Then he lifted it and turned it in his hand. He held the slightly pointy diamond and used it to skim her lower lip, daring her not to want his gift.
Her breath turned rapid as her wet lashes blinked. Forget about tears, she could not breathe with the way he was staring at her lips. Slowly, he backed her up until her back hit the door. Surprisingly, she had not even realized how he had turned her to the angle of the door until she felt her back hit it.
Rohan lifted his arms, resting his fists on the door to either side of her head. The chain slid and tightened at her throat as he kept it in his hand. He held her trapped, his smile growing into a dangerous grin.
"You still don’t want my gift, hmm?" he whispered thickly. He had seen what she did. She had touched the chain and quickly released it when she realized it wasn’t the cheap one given to her by the human but his. He would have gotten angry if he wasn’t so pleased that she had told him something she had probably never told the other man.
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