The King Maker's Bride

d there would be any objection, but when the priest was about to proceed. The door opened and a voice boomed loud across the room. "I am!" A voice said and all eyes went to th

this man is insane, he should be locked up in a psychiatrist, away from the world. Emilia stood on her feet, stared intently at her husband before she made her way towards the path she took downstairs. Even if this should be a dream, kissing the demon will be asking for too much. A hand grabbed her arm tightly before she could step on the first stair. What she saw in his eyes terrifies her, it makes her feet wobble and fails to make her stand on them. Everyone excuses them, seeing what is going on. No one dares to walk out on the kingmaker when he's talking, no one dares not one. There's nothing he finds more insulting than when someone tries to defile his order, it means they don't talk to him seriously and such person will be met with instant death. Not in this case, he couldn't vent his anger on her anyhow he wanted to. He wants to show her how much power he has and that he controls everything and everyone here. He's in charge of every breath here. "You are hurting me, let go of me" Emilia cried, his roughness on her arm deepened, as if pouring his anger on it. He looked down to where he held and wasn't surprised to find bruises on her fresh skin. His fingers were already imprinted on it. Adrian released his grip on her arm and walked out of the room, his shoulder tense with anger. He needed to pass his aggression on something else. Just then, the face of his prey came to mind. That vicious woman looks like she hasn't learnt her lesson since all this while. He would teach her in another way. He sent her away with her dignity still intact the last time but now, he would strip her of every honor left in her, that is if she has any left.