“Liar,” I smirk, pulling her face a little closer.
“You are going to become my wife soon,” I tell her.
She responds with a frown, her eyes boring into my very soul.My corrupt soul.I was born a prince of the underworld, my father is the king, after all. I was destined to live with a black heart. And my Angel can see that black heart now.
She didn’t know the truth about me when she was a teenager, but she knows it now. And I will make her love me again, this time with all of my truth laid bare before her. I will make thisangel of heavenfall for theruler of hell.
I let her go. She slides off my lap and sits beside me, turning to face me.
“Listen to me, Matleon. I was still tolerating your bullshit when it was limited to you claiming to like me, but make this clear to yourself. I will never marry you.” Her voice rises, almost shouting by the end.
I don’t like people talking in raised voices. It makes me want to kill them instantly, and here is this fierce red thing, going redder with every ticking second. Even when she shouts in that sweet voice of hers, it feels like she’s singing.
The car comes to a stop. She looks out the window, then back at me.
I smile. “You don’t want to leave? No problem. We could sleep in the car.”
She purses her lips, her nostrils flaring with rage. At this point, she’s on the verge of turning violent. I’m honestly surprised she hasn’t started hitting me yet.
“I won’t marry you,” she spits, then yanks the door open and leaves.
I stay where I am, grinning as I watch her walk into her building.
I like the idea of her knowing me well enough to understand that I’mgoing to marry her, no matter how many times she says she won’t.
chapter 10
Iselyn
I’m getting married, and the man standing at the altar is none other than theevil prince of the underworld. He’s smirking while standing there, and I’m walking toward him helplessly, no happiness on my face. He takes my hand from my papa’s warm grip, and I open my eyes with a gasp.
I sit on the bed, shaking my head. Same nightmare again.
Matleon gets what he wants. And he wants to marry you.I mutter in my groggy morning haze, “Shut up,” trying to quiet my own thoughts.
This is another morning ruined by the nightmare. It started haunting me when Avi and Wen were deciding Avi’s wedding venue and dress. She isn’t marrying now, but the visuals cling to my mind like a ghost.
I’m unable to concentrate on anything. Every other thought is a replay of his words from that night. It’s been years since I’ve been this disturbed, and coincidentally, every time, it’s because of the same man.
I get down from the bed and walk into my bathroom.
I was doing fine when Avi and Wen were here. Now they’ve returned to their countryside home in California. In the past week, I’ve met Matleon multiple times while visiting his house to see Wen and Avi. To my relief, he hasn’t tried to manhandleme, corner me, or talk to me inappropriately. If he had said anything about marrying me once more, I would have definitely lost my mind.
I know in my gut he wasseriouswhen he said that, I saw that clear determination in his eyes. But he hasn’t made a move. So maybe I’m reading too much into it. Maybe he was joking to mess with me. Yes, that must be the case, or else he would have at least said it again.
After bathing, I prepare my breakfast, eat it, and get ready for university. I take a thicker jacket today, the weather has turned significantly colder since last week.
Outside my apartment building, my car is waiting for me along with my security team’s vehicles. When I first started going to university with a security team, students used to notice a lot, but now it has become common knowledge. Everyone knows a girl comes here with six bodyguards who follow her everywhere on campus. Some areas, like the cafeterias, even start feeling cramped because of their presence.
The head of security is Malt, he drives me between university and home. None of them talk to me, and I don’t need to ask to know it’s because of Matleon, he must have ordered them to keep their mouths shut. I’ve never seen such a controlling man, he is a step ahead of my papa, who himself can be unbearable sometimes.
The car pulls in front of the building where my seminar is today. I get out and enter the building. The seminar is in the third hall on the first floor. I reach there and search for Dex. He waves at me from the fifth row. I walk toward him. Today is his last day here.
I sit down beside him. He greets me with a “good morning,” looking in a good mood today. I raise my brow. “What happened?”
He grins. “She has come here.”
My eyes widen. “In New York?”
