The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136

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When Medea first came into our house, I didn’t like her, but I didn’t hate her either. I just felt nothing for her. In my head, she was just my father’s toy, something that he brought to ease his grief.

We were humans, we had to find a way to release our grief so it wouldn’t suffocate us to death. My father found his, but he only added to mine.

Medea was the extra weight added to my grief.

She was all smiles at first, but when she saw all I had, the jealousy started growing and she showed her sharp teeth and claws.

That was when she started pulling my father away, and my father, with his head up in the clouds didn’t notice. until it was too late. He didn’t notice until there was a vast space separating us, a space that till this day hasn’t been filled.

When he realized and tried to fix our relationship, I had already built a wall around myself, a wall to protect me from the outside world, a wall nobody could break. Or that was what I thought.

“You see I met someone,” I continued, my voice growing smaller. The elevator had opened at some point on the ninth floor, and there were even people waiting to get in, but once they saw the two of us inside and the position we were in, they pressed their lips together with nervous smiles and stayed out until the elevator closed again.

“His world was different from mine. So damn different, we didn’t have a single thing in common, and yet we clicked together so well. Not at first, at least. Our first meeting was chaotic, our second meeting even worse. We tried to avoid each other but that was when we ran into each other even more. We continued their way until eventually, he fell in love with me, and slowly, very slowly, he took my heart and held it captive.”

Kade was tense, so tense that it felt like a little breeze would shatter him like Lego blocks. But now that the bandage has been peeled open, the words won’t stop coming out.

All the alcohol, partying, sex–and at one darkest point; drugs–was to get over my first love.

“Medea noticed this of course,” I went on, my arms still around Kade, his warmth still bleeding into my body. “She noticed that I was smiling, that the circles around my eyes had cleared, and my happiness filled her with bitter rage. She found out about him, and his being not part of our world–our society and status–gave her an upper hand. Italians were very old–fashioned, very set in their ways.

A successor like me couldn’t be with someone who has nothing to his name. It would bring shame to the family, they said. It would taint our bloodline, they said. It was outrageous, they said. And the most painful part of it all was that my father agreed to it.”

I slammed the brakes again, inhaling deeply to clear the lump in my throat and the burning in my eyes.

God’s sake, it’s been years, Belladonna! Snap out of this bullshit.

Kade’s hands flexed on his sides, clenching and unclenching, his fingers stretching. Then slowly–so damn slow–he raised his hands and placed them gently on my back. He was still as stiff as a rock, but that gentle, awkward, touch was grounding enough.

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Chapter 136

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We humans were such pathetic, needy creatures. It was pathetic how we needed the touch of others to ground ourselves. Really pathetic how we would take anything to just feel the tiniest spark of comfort.

And yet, it was so beautiful how we could receive comfort from gentle, awkward touches.

“When they saw that I wouldn’t budge, it annoyed them to no end,” I continued, my eyes still closed. “Especially our darling Medea. I don’t know how she did it, but she managed to get my father’s consent to get rid of my lover. But what my father didn’t know was the method she was going to use and her definition of getting rid of.”

“She killed him,” Kade finally spoke, his voice slightly hoarse, an edge to it.

I nodded, a tear finally slipping out. “She killed him, and almost killed me too.”

That rainy night years ago. Me yelling at him to hold on as we ran away from our shooter, and him reassuring me that he was never letting go. The sound of a gunshot, his hand slipping away from mine, the hole in his stomach, his… lifeless eyes.

I wanted to join him, but that choice was taken away from him.

I still remember the night my father found out about the method she used. That was the first and last time he had hit her.

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