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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 11 Promise
The entire talk was incredibly stifling and oppressive, at least it was for Elle. All she did the whole time was just hope and pray that Sebastian would be kind and not expose to them the truth where they had never done the deed at all. And that she was still a virgin!
Every time he opened his mouth to speak, Elle found herself holding her breath and her heart squeezed in anxiety thinking that he would give them away. Then she would release her breath and her heart would deflate like a balloon when he ended up not mentioning the truth. Her hands were itching to clasp onto her beautiful dress as she sat there almost unmoving, not unlike a living doll.
The maids a while ago had her prepped up to perfection. Her light red hair was curled elegantly, with large curls that fell beautifully around her face and shoulders, only further enhancing her beauty. The dress she had on was the exact same color as her large, watery, blue eyes. She looked like the perfect princess, demure and gentle, and so soft that it was as though if one only touched her a little too hard, she would shatter like a precious porcelain piece.
Despite the talk seemingly moving on pretty smoothly and quickly, Elle still could not relax internally. She was still very much afraid that at any time, Sebastian would just suddenly decide to stop cooperating and drop the dreadful bomb. That bomb that would send her into the arms of Brandon Haze and ruin her life indefinitely.
Soon, they reached the final stages of the talk. Elle was having a hard time believing how smooth everything was going along. It just seemed too good to be true. Was King Rudy so hellbent on marrying his son away like her own father?
She could not help but just fall speechless at all these twists and turns that were coming at her one after the other – and they were so fast too.
Elle could not believe that what Sebastian's uncle said was actually true. That King Rudy was indeed dying for Sebastian to get married. He had not even bothered hiding the fact, that even her father was obviously shocked. King Markus had thought that he needed to use some tricks and put on some pressure as the girl's father to push the union of his daughter to Prince Sebastian. However, none of it was needed apparently as King Rudy was even more anxious to have his son marry her!
"May I have a moment to speak with Princess Izabelle first?" Sebastian requested as he suddenly stood from his chair.
"Sure, son. Go ahead, you young people can go chat a little." King Rudy quickly agreed, and Sebastian unceremoniously grabbed Elle's hand and headed to the door with her in tow.
Her heart was beating crazy wild as she was pulled after him. She was trying so hard not to pay any attention to his large and warm hand that was holding hers, but it was just impossible not to.
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They stopped by the massive pillar at the corridor.
And when he turned to look at her, his eyes looked icier than ever before. All the warmth Elle was thinking about fled immediately as she saw how cold he was.
Pinning her against the pillar, he grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. Not that she was not already with their height difference.
"Are you really certain about this?" he asked. His voice also so much colder, so heartless. And for Elle, this seemed to be him trying to intimidate her or scare her away. Did he think she was so easily frightened? If it was, he would not have found her in his room in the first place.
"Yes. I thought I've already made that extremely clear to you?" she replied, her tone hard and firm as her eyes flashed with a stern glint.
Elle felt that this moment was going to be her last test. And no matter what happens she was not going to give in. Not on her life!
"Listen…" he whispered darkly. "You don't have any idea what or who I am, princess. You are trying so hard to escape your very own hell here by marrying me. But I am telling you… my world isn't a paradise either. My world is darker than you can ever imagine. It is a hell someone like you might never survive if you get caught in it." He flashed her a wicked and dangerous smile. So beautifully deadly that had her heart shuddering involuntarily. "You are offering me a marriage of convenience, but princess… There's nothing convenient about me at all. And I'm giving you one last chance to back off here. If you go ahead with this, you're only going to live to regret it."
Warning bells were ringing loudly in the back of her ears. Telling her that this was not him trying to scare her. She somehow could see that in his eyes.
But no matter what he says now, it would still not change her decision. She truly had no other choice. Thus, she gritted her teeth and steeled her will.
"I am not expecting any paradise, Prince Sebastian. I believe… I will be just fine as long as I keep my promise. As long as I stay away from your business, I believe everything will be convenient between the two of us."
He smirked, almost sardonically.
"Did you think there were no one else who had promised me something similar to this before, hmm? Princess?" he asked her, his jaws tightening. "Just like you, they made vows and agreed to my terms but later on, they come begging, crying… I foresee that you too, only say all these things now, but later…" he pressed his forefinger lightly over her heart, "… you'll have a change of heart and once that happens, you too, will come to me and demand things from me. You said that I can divorce you and you will willingly abide with the process… But no. I don't think it would happen so easily, princess." He shook his head. "A heart can change so very quickly and people can do anything to get what their hearts desire."
A short pause passed as they both just stared hard into each other's eyes.
"You going through this marriage with me might as well be like you digging your own grave. Because the moment you start to want more from me, I will divorce you. And the moment you break your promise and try to fight me… I will ruin you and break you apart completely. Mercilessly. You will regret ever meeting this devil tonight." His threat was given in the same soft but cold voice.
But Elle did not even flinch. Her gaze never faltered either. This man was ruthless, and she knew that clearly. His eyes that moment promised nightmares and darkness without any promise of respite.
It was just so unbelievable how her heart was not thrashing wildly in utter fear right now. Logically, this should scare her enough to hesitate and try to think of another way out. But perhaps, she was not capable of fearing anything anymore more than Brandon Haze. Perhaps because she had been fearing him for so long and her wedding with him every day of her life that it was the only thing that she had learned to fear.
So she tipped her chin up instead of looking down in defeat. "I understand now…" she said quietly. "Since you don't trust that I will keep my word, how about we do this? You prepare the divorce documents beforehand now and I'll sign it. That way, once you decide to divorce me in the future, the papers would already have been signed and there would be no way I can trouble you about it. You would just need to send it to the lawyers and have it notarized."
A heavy silence reigned before he pushed himself away from her. Until his quiet disbelieving laugh broke the silence.
"I'm at a loss for words, Princess Izabelle." He said, looking wickedly amused. But then he started nodding in approval. "You seem to have an answer for every question I put up to you. Color me impressed."
His reaction had her eyes stretching wide. Was he finally agreeing to go through with this marriage?!
He stretched his hand towards her and at last, the words she so wanted to hear came out of his gorgeous mouth.
"Fine, princess. I will marry you."
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 12 This Instant
Elle felt as though a huge thorn that she never knew was there had been lodged deep within her chest was finally pulled out the moment Sebastian agreed to marry her. The feeling was incredibly… strange. Almost liberating, in fact. She felt as though her heart that was leaden was now as light as a buoy.
"Thank –"
"Don't." The curt reply came as he cut her off, giving his head a small shake. Then he stepped closer and leaned towards her before his indifferent voice ran through her. "There is nothing for you to be thankful for, princess. One day, you will realize that I deserve none of your thanks."
Her breathing shallowed at those words. Just by looking at those grey eyes as cold and hard as a bullet, she felt that what he told her were not just empty words. She could feel that he truly meant it. He was confident that what he was saying would turn out as a reality one day.
But no matter what he believes, whether he will end up right in the end or not, to Elle, he was still the man who had saved her from her impending doom. And no matter what happens, however the result turned out, she would not regret her choice tonight. She believed that as long as she expects nothing at all from this man… as long as she does not fall for him, she would be perfectly fine. Right, all she had to do was firmly shut her heart close from him…
"I understand, Prince Sebastian." She replied simply, her stormy blue eyes gleamed as she bravely held his gaze.
"Good." He said and nodded before walking past her.
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When the marriage talks were finally over, Sebastian was ordered by his father and uncle to escort Elle back to her room.
The engagement was finalized, and the wedding will be held after a week in Viscarria. Sebastian's uncle, Alexander, had also suggested that it would be better for Elle to travel back with them once they were to leave for their country so she could start familiarizing herself with the place there. It was a great suggestion as Elle herself was literally dying to leave this place and go someplace else. She had been caged in this place for far too long that she could not wait to fly out in the open again.
Once they reached her room, Elle faced Sebastian. She knew that Sebastian's uncle had prompted him to escort her for the two of them to talk and get to know each other. But none of them spoke until now. It was such a surprise though that the silence between them was not as uncomfortable and unbearable as she had thought it would be.
Elle was about to speak and bid him goodnight when he quietly leaned against the wall and whip a cigarette out from his pocket. She watched as the flame of a lighter casted reddish gold tones over his gorgeous face.
Quickly, she looked away before her gaze could fall to his lips. He was so gorgeous to the point of being extremely distracting! She scolded herself and made a mental reminder that she needed to practice absolute tolerance against this man now. It really was for her own sake.
She instead fixed her gaze to the gleaming ambers of his cigarette.
"Do you smoke, princess?" he asked. His deep voice came out lazy and… just sounded so pleasurably dark in her ears. It was as though someone had poured warm soothing wax over her.
She shook her head and met his gaze. "You can call me by name, Prince Sebastian."
He watched her with that hooded look, as a puff of smoke smoothly escaped his parted lips. "As you wish… Izabelle." Her named seemed to roll off too easily from his lips that it caused her to blink a couple of times and her calm smile faltered a tiny bit.
,m Trying to instantly regain her composure, Elle spoke hesitantly. "Uhm… about our agreement…" she paused when he stared at her. It was not easy for her to bring up this topic again but since he was not leaving yet, she thought that he must have wanted to talk about it. That was the only reason she could think on why he was still hanging around her.
"You have something else to add?" his expression was unreadable as he said those words.
Elle quickly shook her head, not expecting him to perceive her words that way.
"You referring to the divorce papers? I'll have it prepared before the wedding." He said flatly and before Elle could even react, they heard sounds of footsteps heading towards them.
Her brows knotted. The quality of the footsteps was enough for Elle to tell that something serious had happened. Her heartbeat raced when she saw the butler and her maid rushing in as though someone was on their tails.
"What happened?" Elle questioned as the duo panted before her.
"Princess, you need to go! His Majesty had ordered you to leave the palace this instant!"
"Wh-what? Why?" Elle had not expected these orders.
Her maid looked at her with wide eyes. She could see the panic reflected in it. "Mr. Haze is on his way! He's coming for you, princess!"
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 13 Proper Fiancé
The world skittered to a halt. Elle's body was paralyzed again. This always happens when she hears this name. When it comes to that man, her fear always gets the better of her.
"Princess!" the maid grabbed onto her shoulders and had to shake her firmly for her to come back to her senses.
Elle whipped her head to look at Sebastian, clenching her fists to stop her fingers from shaking. She cannot show him this cowering side of her anymore. Unlike her who was almost being rendered useless by her panic and fear, Sebastian was calm and unbothered as he leaned there, his position not moving from before. She opened her mouth to speak but shut it close again even before a word managed to get past her lips.
She was about to beg him to take her away. She wanted to tell him they should leave this place together or at least have him just escort her out of the palace to a safer place that Brandon cannot reach. But she then remembered she could not ask anything from this man. She must not beg anything from him. Not even for his help when she's in a dire situation. That was what she had vowed for him to agree to their contract marriage. Her face paled as her whole frame shook from the terror of just thinking about Brandon Haze coming after her. She needed to leave. NOW!
"I… I need to go, Prince Sebastian. See you tomorrow." Elle gave her farewell greeting and her voice trembled a little. Upon giving him a small nod of acknowledgement, Elle gripped her maid's hand tightly and they made haste to leave.
Sebastian did not move. He just watched unblinkingly as Elle's figure retreated until she disappeared from his sight.
"Sebby," Alexander's voice suddenly echoed from the entrance. The man was as relaxed and calm as Sebastian. It was as though nothing big enough could happen which would be able to shake him out of his composure. That was how composed he was.
"King Markus had informed him about the situation so that they could finally cancel tomorrow's wedding. But it seemed that the news didn't sit well with that Brandon guy. Now he's coming over. I have a feeling that this guy would not give the princess up even after we tell him that something had already happened between the two of you." Alexander said casually. "Anyway, you should go with your fiancée and keep her safe. And I am guessing that guy will not stop even after finding out she's not here anymore. Based on the king's description, that disgusting guy is definitely obsessed with the princess. There's a big chance he might hunt her. So, you go after her. We'll handle the rest here."
A quiet breath escaped Sebastian's lips as he lifted his gaze and meet Alexander's eyes. There was a flash in Sebastian's eyes when he locked his gaze with his uncle's. A few minutes of silence passed as both men stared at each other, each waiting for the other to speak first.
"Tell me, Alexander…" Sebastian finally spoke. "What exactly is your connection with Princess Izabelle? You seem to care about her so much as a stranger. Don't try to tell me otherwise. I knew something was off the moment the palace sent me to attend a wedding of a princess I know nothing about. And the fact that you too, are attending, and now doing all these just for her, only further confirms my suspicions."
Alexander did not look surprised at all. In fact, he looked like he was actually expecting this confrontation. A slow smile curled up at the corners of his lips.
"Well, that's a good question, Sebby. You are right. Izabelle is not a stranger to me, most especially to my wife. We are complete strangers to her now though." Alexander did not try to avoid the question and answered Sebastian's queries seriously. "But don't get me wrong. This is no setup or anything of the sort. We were initially here purely as honored guests to attend the wedding. Also, I am here only to identify and make sure that the man Izabelle is going to marry is a good man as per my wife's request. Nothing more, nothing less. However, this situation ended up this way because of the circumstances of matters that were happening over here with the groom being quite problematic, as you can see. And also, your actions that pushed things along the way, of course. There is no one puppeteering anyone here if that's what you are suspecting me of right now, Sebastian."
The silence between the two men became a little heavy for a moment. Alexander was beyond serious as he explained everything, and Sebastian was certain of that. Alexander rarely speaks this seriously. So when he looked and spoke like this, he knew what that meant.
"You came here to make sure the man Izabelle is going to marry is a good man and yet you had a hand in helping her get married to someone like me?" Sebastian commented ironically, as a wry smile tugged at one corner of his lips.
Alexander looked skyward and sighed. "There's no better choice, Sebby. Apart from the fact that she herself personally chose you over that asshole, I'm with her on this too, you're still the better choice." f𝑟e𝙚𝒘𝗲𝚋𝚗oѵ𝘦𝙡. c𝒐m
Sebastian gave his head a slow shake. "Really… I don't understand why you'd say I am any better for her when you know what kind of man I am, Alexander."
"I know. But… if it's you, we could at least be there to support her and look out for her well-being. And something already happened between the two of you. So, you…" he grabbed Sebastian's shoulder and squeezed gently, however, his gray eyes seemed to burn with something intense. "You need to take responsibility for your own actions, Sebastian. Be a proper fiancé and go after your woman."
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 14 Normal
Inside the king's study.
"Your Majesty, Mr. Haze's men are already searching through the entire palace." The servant reported. "He's on his way here too."
"How pathetic. He's free to search your palace even without the actual owner's permission? You are the king, but this Brandon guy acts like he owns this place." Alexander commented as he watched the ruckus down below. He was swirling his red wine in a tulip glass as he looked through the window overlooking the massive garden.
King Markus was on the couch, his head bowed down low. His shoulders were slumped and the entire aura around him seemed defeated, as though he had no authority as the ruler.
"Mr. Haze had been free to come and go within the palace for quite some time now. I was… forced to give him such authority." The king spoke through gritted teeth with forced restraint. At the same time, he looked visibly tense and was obviously scared of Brandon Haze. "I couldn't refuse him because he is this country's only hope. The country… needs him." King Markus' voice was strained and shaky as he spoke the last sentence. It was barely audible, but Alexander heard him, nonetheless.
Alexander released a soft snort as he rolled his eyes. "This country does not need him, Mr. Eves. You're the one who needed him."
King Markus lifted his head with a start. His face flushed as he looked at Alexander with a darkened gaze. But the instant their gazes met, the king felt that ridiculously intimidating feeling wash over him again. This Alexander was obviously not the king. But since the moment these two arrived, Markus felt like this man was actually the real king and King Rudy was just some kind of powerless mascot. It was ridiculous but his instincts were telling him otherwise! He could feel who the powerful people were but… how could this be explained? He shook his head, telling himself that he was just too stressed out and panicking right now. He firmly believed though that something was definitely strange with this Alexander guy! But then, he had felt the same overwhelming and powerful aura from Prince Sebastian. Only King Rudy felt normal…
A loud crash pulled King Markus out of his internal contemplation. His gaze flew to the door and there stood Brandon Haze. His face was twisted and dark as he stormed into the King's study as though he owned the place. There was not an ounce of respect in the way he behaved before the king.
"What is the meaning of this, Markus?! Where is the little girl! Where is she?!!" he bellowed.
"The little girl…" Alexander's lazy voice echoed, causing Brandon to snap his head over to Alexander's direction and threw him a death glare. But Alexander returned him the same gaze and all of a sudden, the air inside the room became charged. "As far as I know, there is no 'little girl' in this palace. A beautiful adult lady was here though. I think you are lost, Mister."
"You… you shut up! Speak once more and you're dead." Haze gritted his teeth before facing Markus once again. "Where is she!!! Bring the princess out now!"
"Ohh… so you're looking for Princess Izabelle, are you?" Alexander butted in again, shaking his head. "How could you refer to the adult princess as a 'little girl'? I think you are sick, Mister." He insulted the man, not caring if Haze got angrier.
Bang!
The gunshot echoed in the room. Markus stood up in shock as he looked at the gun that was in Haze's hand, pointed right at Alexander.
Slowly, Markus shifted his gaze to Alexander, a little scared that the man might be dead. But he was still there, standing as he was earlier, smiling as though there was no gun pointed at him. It seemed he had dodged the bullet.
Markus knew Haze was fond of guns and he was a sharpshooter. He had seen him shoot others many times before this way and none had survived it so far. But this Alexander…
"Oh… I must say that shot's pretty impressive." Alexander drawled lazily as he casually eyed the gun in Haze's hand when another gunshot echoed again in the room.
And again, Alexander dodged it. He stood there, still smiling mockingly. His eyes were taunting Haze, wordlessly saying that he was a bad shot.
Haze's face turned pale, and his eyes blazed with utter fury. But before he could pull the trigger another time, Alexander was suddenly standing before him. Haze had not noticed that Alexander had been moving closer and closer the two times he had fired his gun at him.
The cold barrel was now pressed against Haze's throat.
"What's wrong? Aren't you about to pull the trigger just now?" Alexander smirked.
"W-w-who the fuck are you?!" Haze stammered out weakly, his face now as white as sheet. His body was paralyzed as he realized how freaking strong this unknown man was. His hands on his was like a vice. "Don't you know who I am?"
Alexander tilted his head. "Hmm… your face doesn't ring a bell. So, I guess you aren't important enough for me to know?"
"Y-you're going to regret –" Haze spluttered out, enraged at how this man had looked down on him. 𝑓𝘳𝚎𝘦𝚠e𝚋𝘯o𝘃el. 𝒄om
"Brandon! Mr. Reign. Please drop the gun." Markus butted in. Visibly anxious at what was going on.
"Okay," Alexander nonchalantly nodded, "but first, I'll have to tell this man here that Princess Izabelle has been taken away by her beloved. I guess I shall inform this man too on who dared took the beautiful princess away. She's taken away by my nephew, crown prince Sebastian of Viscarria, and they're going to get married soon." He moved and softly whispered to Haze. "If you value your life, give up the princess and don't do anything stupid. Now scram."
Alexander pushed Brandon away hard the man stumbled and nearly fell on his behind. When he whirled around as if to attack, a gunshot had him frozen. Alexander had shot on the ground right beside his feet.
"Leave." His low voice rumbled out and another bang echoed.
"You will pay for this!!!" Haze yelled as he ran towards the door.
"How pathetic." Alexander sighed before he leisurely sat on the couch and faced King Markus. "Alright, now let's get down to your political dilemma and get it settled, King Markus." He spoke as though all that hullaballoo did not just happen. And the king could only slowly sat down, utterly speechless.
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HELLBOUND HEART
Chapter 15 Piece Of Paper
Elle had finally arrived at a certain hotel near an airport.
She was being extra careful and had chosen an average hotel instead of going for a high class one, as she knew that most of the luxury hotels all over Dalenn were owned or closely connected to Brandon Haze. Elle also knew there was a high possibility that Haze might have already mobilized all his men to be searching through the airport to spot her. So, she did not dare go straight there even though she badly wanted to leave the country as soon as possible.
An hour ago, Elle had stopped their car midway during their escape and took a cab by herself. Her maid and bodyguard had protested but Elle had told them that she did not trust any cars that were from the palace. She was quite confident that they would have been bugged and a tracker might have also been planted somewhere in the car. That was how insane Brandon Haze was!
So here she was right now, checking herself into an average hotel, pretending to be another tourist that had come to visit the country. She had made sure that no one recognized her. Thankfully, it was easy enough to disguise herself and blend in as their country do have tourists coming in all year round to visit.
Locking the door and fastening to latch to her room, Elle finally took in a deep breath. Her legs gave out and she slid weakly down to the floor. She had been so tensed and scared ever since her maid had come running to her with the news that Haze was coming to get her. All her previous attempts in the past to leave the country had been foiled again and again that she had not realized that she had developed a certain anxiety whenever she attempted it again.
Wherever she goes, she felt as though a sinister eye was following and tracking her every move. Trailing after her and watching her back, just waiting for the right time to pounce on her. She had lost count on how many times she had looked behind her before she entered this room.
Another couple of deep exhales escaped Elle's lips as she looked around the room. It was dim and tidy and quiet. "I am safe now, right?" she asked no one before her gaze fell to the telephone on the side table.
A certain event in the palace flashed in her mind, causing her to immediately fumble in her pocket. She opened a small, folded paper and saw a phone number written on it. Just as she was running out of the palace, Sebastian's uncle, Alexander, had stuffed this piece of paper into her hands. He had told her that this number should be the one she must call if she ever needed help.
As she stared at the number, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Elle almost jumped out of her skin in fright. Her fingers trembled and the piece of paper fluttered to the floor.
When it rang the second time, she pushed herself up from the carpeted floor and forced herself to stand. Convincing herself that it most probably is just the hotel staff.
Hesitantly, Elle peeked out the peephole.
She stumbled back, nearly tumbling over her feet onto the floor. Her throat constricted and dried up. Her breathing was raspy, her skin turned clammy and cold. She could recognize those men in black anywhere, even in her dreams. They were Brandon Haze's goons! How? How could they have found her already? She had not even checked-in to this hotel for an hour!
Elle had left her bag and phone in the car before taking a cab because she did not even trust her own belongings. She did not even trust her servants. She had always thought that the reason all her plans for escape had failed was because they knew all her secrets. She had strongly believed that Haze must have planted a mole and was spying on everything that went on in her phone. Thus, the reason she left them all behind. She only took all the cash she had in her purse with her. There should be no way they could have tracked her! At least not this quickly!
Fear started to consume her entire being. She could feel herself almost hyperventilating. No! She must not! She needed to stay as calm as possible and find a way out for herself quickly. Clenching her fists, she dug her nails into her palms until there were deep and red crescents marking her fair hands. That helped to stabilize her volatile emotions somewhat.
Her eyes desperately combed the room for a weapon. But she did not find anything that could be effective enough for her to use to fight against them.
When the doorbell rang for the third time, Elle's pulse leapt into her throat, as her whole frame shook with fear. She rushed towards the curtain, wishing there was a window where she could probably escape out of.
There was no window that she could open. It was only a wall of glass she knew she could not possibly break.
Her lungs constricted when she heard loud noises at the door. Hope was being ripped out of her and no matter how she tried to hold onto it, the more seconds ticked by, the more she felt like giving up. There was no use. She was done for. She thought she had finally escaped this nightmare when her engagement with Sebastian was finalized. It appeared that she was wrong. That monster was not going to let go of her unscathed.
Just when all hope started to fade, the piece of paper on the floor caught her eyes like a beam of bright light in the murky and thick darkness. It was as though this was her last hope of salvation and she clung to it. Her body moved so fast even before her mind could think and rushed to grabbed it. When she realized it, her fingers were trembling as she dialed the number.
But before the telephone could even ring, she heard the click of the doorknob to her room being turned.
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