The Bride

He was terrified. “Yes”.

He paused before going into the cellar.

When I waited at the restaurant, they brought me everything I asked for, but seemed reluctant to give it to me. – Don’t worry about me. “Where is Tristan’s room?”

– he asked while holding the knife. “Left Chamber”.

“thanks.”

I sniffed and headed for the stairs. I went into Tristan’s room and his room had no color. The room was gray and spacious with floor to ceiling glass walls with a lovely view of the garden. I found her wardrobe and it was right next to the bathroom. it was big

Well organized clothes in a variety of colors, brands and styles. Sword in hand, I thought about where to start with his outfit as well.

I think I know the rest, yes! I tore his clothes with a knife,

Well, not all because I’m tired. I sat on the floor of the closet and cried. I could still feel Ralph in my arms and their voices could still be heard in my head. After a while, I wiped my tears and got up from my chair. If there’s an easy way to break Tristan’s heart, I’ll do it. I can use this knife to cut his heart into small pieces, season it, cook it, and give it to his family as a gift.

I took off my clothes and put on a neatly folded sweatshirt. The red hoodie was comfortable and I left the closet with a bottle of vodka. I sat on the floor and leaned back.

wall. I drank, took a sip, grabbed my phone and watched YouTube.

The video was still trending and surfaced as a rumor recently. Done and read the comments.

I had to drown my sorrows and it had almost two thousand comments. I’ve been called a prostitute, let my family down, greedy bitches and insults I didn’t even know existed.

A lot of people logically thought I wanted his money, but I was born into a rich family and I wasn’t interested in his money.

I took another sip and laughed at some of the comments. They were so stupid. Did these people drink milk when they were young?

“Chloe!” I heard Adrian yell my nameProperty © NôvelDrama.Org.

I was afraid that the door would open so hard that the window would break. Tristan followed him with Adrian.

“Oh God.”

Tristan sighed in relief, panting into his chest with both hands. I think Morris said it, so I looked at them and took another sip. Adrien walked past Tristan who was leaning against the wall staring at the ceiling and buried his face in his hands. I started drinking more vodka and started to feel the effect on my body.

I was sitting with a sword and my eyes fell on Tristan. “All your fault!!!”

I shouted as I ran towards him with a knife but Adrian stopped me.

“Come on Adrian!!!”

I curled up in his arms. – Chloe, calm down.

“Don’t tell me what’s going on.” He ruined everything for me, let me kill him! Please.’

“You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

– I don’t care, he wants to die!

I said with a bloody expression on my face but Tristan just stared at me in silence. I stopped fighting when my head started acting weird.

“Are you ok?”

Adrian scanned my body as if searching for something. I’m wearing Tristan’s sweater and only my underwear is inside.

“Yes.” I murmured. – Can you give me a knife? he took my hand

I started to feel dizzy. Tristan went into the closet and came back with a torn shirt. I smiled and reached for the bottle to take a sip, but Adrian took it. “that’s enough.”

I wanted to argue, but I looked down.

I woke up with a pounding headache and opened my eyes with a groan. Adrien and Tristan sat down on the couch in front of me and looked at me like your parents do when you’re misbehaving.

I stood up and tried to remember what had happened. I massaged my temples to ease the pain.

“How are you feeling?” “you have a headache”.

I hugged my knees and looked

Their jackets were nowhere to be found, their heads on their knees. Tristan’s sleeves were rolled up at the elbow and Adrian’s first three buttons were undone.

– I’ll give you some aspirin. Adrian suggested and left. – What’s going on at school?

He looked serious. I didn’t know he was mad at his clothes, and if he was, he was good at hiding it.

I was still shaking, thinking about what had happened in the hallway. “Chloe.” Tristan said worriedly.

“What happens?” he asked softly this time. “What do you think happened? I was called a whore and people called me terrible”

To summarize, even my friend, some idiot insulted me in the hallway!

I cried and cried and my head hurt even worse. “Give me this fool’s name.” – Sophia’s younger brother. – Ralph. she said in a tone she knew.

‘Don’t worry, I’m accusing him.

“You’re easy, aren’t you?”

He shrugged at my words and ran away from me. “I wouldn’t have come here if I had.”

He breathed and spoke slowly. I felt sad.

“That’s it, he got what he wanted.” I took a deep breath and said. Adrian entered the room with a glass of water and two pills.

“thanks.”

Tristan told Adrian what happened.

while taking my medication. “So you want to go back?” Adrian asked.

‘No, I thought I could handle it, but

sin.’

“How do I apply for an online course and I’ll take care of the payment.”

Tristan suggested. “good.”

– I’ll help you tomorrow. I smiled at Adrian. It was so sweet. “I’m so sorry, Chloe.”

Tristan got up and left the room. His expression was hard to read, but you could tell he was upset about what had happened. “Did he hurt you?”

“Wait a minute.” I said, taking my hand out of my hoodie and showing Ralph my prints.

– Tristan will kill him.

“I don’t know what he would have done to me if Gray hadn’t stopped him.”

– Ex-boyfriend?

“Isn’t that surprising?” But he didn’t even look at me, I frowned.

At least he’s still interested.

“I think so.” I muttered with a sad smile. – Take a break. See you tomorrow, he said.

He approached the bed and kissed my forehead. “Hi.”

I tried not to hug her. I won’t be the bad guy to beat her up. It’s just antagonism and antagonism never lasts.

He left the room and I saw the universe. As promised, she arrived the next day in an arm-hugging brown dress. I liked adidas pants. How often did he go to the gym?

We sat in the living room to sign up for classes with a laptop and sat on the floor with the laptop on a table that had been replaced a few days ago. “Classes start next Wednesday.

When I’m done, Adrian said. “Thank you for help.”

“It was nothing.”

he said shaking her hand.

– I’ll bring you something to eat. What kind of drink would you like?

“Lemonade.”

I went to the kitchen and Morris came out today and Tristan didn’t come out of his room today. Morris brought breakfast upstairs and Adrian didn’t seem to care. So I thought it was good.

When I returned, Adrian was smiling. I shouted when I realized what he was looking at.

I threw the sweets on the couch and grabbed my laptop. I’ve never been so shy in my life.

This was my first twerk video when I was 16 and it was terrifying and terrifying and annoying. I still don’t know why I keep it.

My hips don’t shake and I look like a mother hen. “Oh my god, was that really you?”

“Not.” I put my laptop to my chest and gave him a dirty look.

“Can you see me again?” – Not! And stop laughing.

He nodded and made a straight face.

it didn’t last more than 5 seconds

Until he starts laughing again. “I hate you.”

I threw him a snack.

In the afternoon, we watched a movie together on the laptop. He left just before dark. Morris had already returned and was preparing dinner. While waiting at the restaurant, I texted Bina. He was so worried about me yesterday that he wanted to come.

When I told her that Adrian saw my disaster twerk video, she sent me a smiley emoji. “Miss Simpson?” “Yes, Maurice?”

‘Go upstairs and mr.

Sanchester while I set the table?

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right over.”

“thanks.”

I went up the stairs to his room and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

“Tristan?” No answer. ‘are you there? can I come in?’ He didn’t answer. When I opened the door, the room was dark and only the lights in the bathroom were a little brighter.

I heard a growl, then a bang, another scream, another bang. “Tristan?”

I slowly went to the bathroom with my heart beating fast.

I froze at the sight before me.

Fear was nowhere near the feeling back then. I shrugged as I watched Tristan aggressively tap the mirror in front of her.

The more he hit, the bigger the crack in the mirror, and I’ve never seen him so angry. He growled as he took another hit to break the mirror and I was almost out of breath but I covered my mouth with my palm.

My eyes turned to his bloody fingers and I saw the cut and saw that there was a piece of glass in it. How could he bear the pain? I waited for the mirror to break and stop, but I kept hitting the wall and was bent like his fingers.

I didn’t know if I should go and stop him, and if he decided to hit me? His anger is now blind

And it was terrible.

He stopped and screamed as if he was in great pain. It’s not physical pain, it’s something else. I could see the guilt on his face as he tried to control himself. he pushed

scraps of earth and curses.

I decided to leave quietly. I entered the bedroom slowly and quietly to catch my breath, for fear that he would not hear me and destroy my fragile life.

As soon as I left, I breathed a sigh of relief. Who did I live with?

Does he have psychological problems? I ran into the room but over my shoulder I saw Tristan standing behind me and I was still shocked by what I saw.

As soon as I got in, I locked the door. I called Veena and she got the last ring.

“Hello.”

he said tiredly. – Are you sleeping?

‘Yes, I was going to say yes to Shawn Mendes.

I closed my eyes as if he could see me, and his obsession with Shawn Mendes made me sick.

“Is something wrong?” – Yes, Bin.

– Did you kiss Adrian again? – No, it’s Tristan.

‘Did you kiss Tristan?! I’m so jealous

immediate.”

“I didn’t kiss him, I saw him hit me”

the bathroom mirror.”

“thus? I also sometimes hit myself in the mirror when I don’t like the way I look.

“You gonna stop till you break, are your joints bloody?”

“No? I like nails.”

“From what I can see, he kept banging on the wall until the mirror broke.”

I waited for him to say something, but he remained silent and I continued. “I felt a lot of aggression. It was terrible to see. Trust me. He looked angry at himself or at the mirror. This is hard to explain.”

“Why is he angry at something so beautiful?” Have you tried turning it off?

“You heard me?” He seemed ready to defeat anyone who stood in his way.”

“So you just left?”

“What more should I have done?” scream?’

“I think you’re overreacting.” “exaggeration? i saw someone

The mirror is like his punching bag!” “So you think he’s crazy?” “Yeah shh.”

– She saw you?

“Sorry, I tried not to make a sound when I left.”

“I’m sure it’s not serious. People do crazy things sometimes. Remember when you tried to drown your neighbor’s dog?”

“I do not understand?”

“Me, what do you mean?”

hidden in the room? Call 911?

– Forget it, I’ll call you tomorrow.

“What I’m trying to say is he’s pretending he didn’t see you because he didn’t.”

“good.”

“Good night love you!” “I love you too.”

I hung up the phone, looked at the door and growled. I’m hungry, but I’m not ready to meet Tristan yet.

My stomach rumbled more and I groaned and stood up. Maybe he won’t come to dinner. And it will clean.

I left the room and looked in his room before going downstairs. I stopped in my tracks when I saw Morris pouring her white wine while Tristan was eating in the restaurant.

An image of her looking in the mirror flashed through my mind and I walked into the living room with her. I pretended not to see anything and sat in the chair with a fake smile.

He didn’t look up from his neck and I couldn’t see him. Morris served me food and poured me wine. I saw his joints

Now they are wrapped in bandages. “Why are you looking at me?”

he asked angrily.

I pulled away from his hand and looked at his characteristic face. – What’s wrong with your hand?

I asked, pointing a fork at his finger.