Chapter 7
Elara's POV
I shouldn't have come downstairs. This sight is not pleasing.
The moment I saw her standing there, her hand pressed against his chest, her eyes filled with tears like she had just lost something that mattered to her, something inside me twisted in a way I didn't expect. It felt wrong. The whole scene felt wrong.
She looked like someone who had been hurt.
And I
I felt like the reason. I am the reason for this.
I stayed frozen in my place, hidden just enough that neither of them noticed me immediately. My eyes stayed on her, taking in the way her voice shook, the way she looked at him like she was begging for something he wasn't giving her.
"You can't just do this," she said again, her voice breaking this time. "You can't just throw me away like I meant nothing."
Throw me away.
The words echoed in my head.
Because wasn't that exactly what happened?
He married me to stop a war. That much was clear. This wasn't about love, or choice, or anything even close to it. It was a deal. A forced alliance.
So where did she fit in all of this? Was she pushed aside because of me?
The thought made my chest tighten painfully.
For a moment, I couldn't breathe properly. I felt like I was standing in a place I didn't belong, watching something I shouldn't be seeing.
She looked at him like she cared.
Like she had lost something real.
And he...
He looked at her like she was nothing.
He is not angry, hesitant or even showing any emotions at all did he just throw away a girl like she meant nothing to him. Somehow it made my stomach twist.
After a few more seconds of one-sided pleading, she finally dropped her hand from his chest, her expression hardening just enough to hide the pain.
"You'll regret this," she said quietly.
But even that didn't move him.
Not even a little.
She let out a shaky breath before turning and walking away, her steps quick, almost rushed, like she didn't want anyone to see her break.
The moment she disappeared, the silence that followed felt heavier than anything before.
And I couldn't stand it.
Before I could stop myself, I stepped forward.
"Did you break up with her because of me?"
The words came out faster than I intended, sharper too.
Sebastian turned his head slightly, his gaze landing on me without surprise, like he already knew I was there.
"If you had someone," I continued, my voice tightening, "then why did you marry me?"
For a moment, he said nothing.
Then he answered.
"She wasn't my girlfriend. I never dated her"
His tone was flat. Simple. Like the question didn't even deserve more.
"She was my whore. That's it."
The word hit harder than I expected.
Something inside me snapped before I could think.
"You call the women you're with a whore?" I shot back, my voice rising without control. "Of course you do. It's obvious for someone like you."
The moment the words left my mouth, I realized what I had done.
I had raised my voice at him. At the capo whom everyone fears who kills brutally
For a second, there was silence.
Then something unexpected happened
He smirked. He actually smirked not angry, not offended or anything. It just shocked me. Yesterday this same man cut out a tounge of his uncle when he said something bad about his wife. Now he is smirking when I disrespected him
Like he found something about this situation entertaining. And it's irritating me to the core
Without saying another word, he turned and walked away, heading straight toward his study like the conversation was already over, like I wasn't even worth a response.
I stood there, my chest rising and falling, my hands clenched tightly at my sides.
Anger burned inside me.But so did something else too. It was confusion and frustration and there is something also which I didn't want to name at all
I didn't follow him. I don't wanted to it's very confusing to understand this man. He is somehow not the exact monster whom I thought he would be. Instead he is gentle with me but he left his girlfriend like she doesn't matter
Even though Oliver told me it was a fling I don't believe that. Oliver is his friend he would only support Sebastian no matter what.
I stayed in the hall for a few more minutes before forcing myself to move, my steps slower this time, my thoughts louder than before.
I went back to my room, but I couldn't sit still. I paced for a while, then sat, then stood again, my mind refusing to calm down.
Time passed, but I didn't notice how much.
A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.
Before I could respond, the door opened.
Oliver stepped in, looking as relaxed as ever, like this place didn't suffocate him the way it did me.
"Rough day?" he asked casually, leaning slightly against the doorframe.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"You could say that," I replied.
He studied me for a second before stepping inside fully.
"Her name is Jessica. She is just making a drama to pull you guys apart" he said
I nodded.
A moment of silence passed before I spoke again.
"why would she do that she looked like she cared for him?" I asked, the question coming out quieter this time.
Oliver let out a small breath, shaking his head slightly.
"No," he said simply. "She wanted to marry him because he have power and money. The thing which she wanted. And maybe she had a crush on him"
I frowned slightly, waiting for him to continue.
"They're distant relatives," he explained. "Families cross paths. It happens. She made a move and they might have hooked up a few times."
His tone was straightforward, like he wasn't trying to dress it up.
"But that's all it was," he added. "No feelings. No commitment. Just physical. Nothing more."
I stayed silent, processing that.
"She wanted more," he continued. "Thought she could turn it into something serious. Marriage, maybe. But Sebastian never agreed to that. He didn't wanted to marry her and he have made that clear before staring the fling"
"And now?" I asked quietly.
"Now it's over," he said. "It was over the moment this marriage happened."
I looked down slightly, my thoughts starting to spiral again.
So she was not pushed aside. She was doing drama to make me hate him. At least I didnt ruin some romantic relationships
"Don't overthink it," Oliver added, his tone softer now. "He doesn't keep people around unless he wants to. And he doesn't marry unless there's a reason."
A reason. So he have found a reason for our marriage. I know it's for an alliance with my family to avoid future wars.
Now I don't know what to trust it's been only 2 days since our marriage now itself people are trying to cause a fuss. How will I live with this man ?