Fallen Angel

The bedroom was a sanctuary of serenity, where soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through gauzy curtains, casting a gentle, golden glow on the room's furnishings. A large, plush bed dominated the center, its duvet artfully tousled as if the slumberer had just departed. The walls, painted a tranquil shade of sky blue, were adorned with an eclectic mix of artwork, from vibrant abstract canvases to serene landscapes that seemed to invite the outside world in.

A quaint wooden desk nestled against one corner, cluttered with books, journals, and a meticulously arranged collection of pens. The window sill, adorned with potted succulents, overlooked a tranquil garden, where the occasional bird's song added a touch of melody to the morning tableau.

On the far side of the room, a walk-in closet stood ajar, revealing a kaleidoscope of fashion choices, from tailored suits to whimsical dresses, each hung with care. A full-length mirror leaned against the closet door, ready to reflect the day's wardrobe choices.

A plush armchair, ensconced in a corner, hosted a solitary teddy bear, wearing a wistful expression as if it yearned for the return of its owner. A small writing desk was nestled beside the chair, adorned with a collection of handwritten letters, their envelopes marked by distant postmarks.

I felt a warm arm coil around my waist pulling me back into a hard but warm body. 

I felt a light kiss on my temple, neck and shoulder blades. I shut my eyes and breathed out as soothing sensations shot through my body. 

I tightly held the tray in my hand, trying so hard not to let it slip off my hands. 

"I have to drop this," I said, referring to the tray in my hands and he immediately let me go.

I moved to the bed and gently dropped the tray on it. I turned to see Alexander still standing by the door with an amused smirk on his face.

My eyes lowered to his stomach that was covered by his black vest. I slowly went to him and gently tucked his vest up. His stomach was now wrapped with a white bandage.

I looked up at him as my hands grazed the part where he was wounded, he sucked in a breathe and looked down at me with unreadable expression in his eyes.

He slowly took my hand away from his wound and engulfed me in a warm but tight embrace. I totally relaxed and encircled my hands around his waist. He buried his face in my hair and breathed in.

"Smells like lavender and roses," he mumbled lowly. " I love it."

I mildly disengaged from the hug and stared up at him.

"What happened to you? Why are you hurt? Where have you been? You left for a whole week and then you come back injured." I couldn't hold it back in anymore. I want to let my heart out and let him know that I didn't like his actions.

He licked his lips, to wet them before taking my hand in his. He intertwined our fingers, brought them up to his lips and kissed the back of my hand.

"Nothing, I'm fine. I owe you no explanation, Angel. It was said in the contract not to expect too much. We have our separate lives and we don't have to pry into each other's lives." I forcefully pried my hands away from his and took some steps away from him, but not without sending him a glare.

"Too bad I'm not as cold as you are. I have something called sympathy and that is why I needed to know why you were hurt, and I don't even want to talk about how you left me for a week, with no calls or text, only to come back home with a wound severe enough to kill you." I raised up my hand to stop him when he took a step towards me.

His lips curled into a smile and he raised his brows at me. "Did my little feisty Angel miss me? If you missed me that much you could've just called me."

"You brute! Just tell me what happened to you. Are you alright now?" I croaked out, my voice softening at the end.

"What happened to me is not your business, Ivory. Just leave me alone." He swiftly walked past me to stand in front of the window sill, his back was now facing me.

Not my business?? We're married for god's sake and I have every right to know what happened to him. I don't care whatever it was that was written in the contract. 

We were pronounced husband and wife before a priest which makes this marriage very real. If he wants to act ignorant, he can but I won't.

"This is a contract marriage, yes, but to hell with whatever the contract says. I demand to know what happened to you, as your legally wedded wife." I folded my arms on my chest when he turned around to stare pointedly at me.

"What exactly do you want, Ivory?" He asked with a tired sigh and I took two steps towards him.

"Do you know what I love, Alexander? I love accountability. I love when you're honest. I love when you can come to me and free your heart, mind and spirit. I am a sucker for hearts to hearts. I love being bonded by emotional intelligence--no pride, no ego, no secrets. I love raw connections," I uttered, my voice coming out a lot louder than I wanted it to be.

His face immediately hardened, his eyes mirroring fury as he took slow, menacing steps towards me.

"You want raw connections, right? You want honesty, you want no secrets, huh? Very well then, I'll give you honesty and raw connections, coupled with no secrets," he shouted, gripping my forearm tightly.

"Then start talking!" I shouted back at him, ignoring the pain shooting up my arm which he held firmly.

"How would you react if you know that you got married to a mafia Prince and that I got hurt just because of you!" His loud voice boomed and his eyes were burning with rage, which I don't think is being directed at me, but to himself.

Wait....did he say mafia? M-mafia!!!

My eyes widened in fear and he seemed to notice this because his face contorted, as if he was in pain and he abruptly let go of my arm. He went back to stand near the window, with his back turned to me.

I brought my shaking hands to my chest, not being able to move an inch.

He's a mafia prince? If he's the prince then his father would be the king and his mother, probably the queen.

I just got myself involved with mafias. Now I know why they all seem to have dangerous and intimidating auras.

They even went as far as kidnapping me, then. What is their sole aim?

Hold on, Mr Sebastian is part of the mafia too and so does Clark.

I shook my head vigorously at the overwhelming thoughts that now clouded my head.

If I heard Alexander correctly, he said, he was stabbed because of me?! Does it mean I'm in danger. 

What have I gotten myself into?

I held my throbbing head as black dots appeared in my visions. The room spinned around me and the last thing I saw was grey orbs before darkness engulfed me.