RUNNING AWAY FROM MY BETROTHED

CHAPTER 114. THE MARK

I fathomed I would wither into a slumber fast with this lullaby charm beside...huh? He not here! No wonder I woke up. My senses might have speculated his absence. I to the other side of the bed, and the desolate expanse smirks at me. I acquit a long , smoothing the eye logs from my eyes with my right hand.

His clothes are not dispersed on the floor where they were either. The floor is crystal . Did he leave already? Before I imprint my feet to the floor, something hooks sight from under the pillow. A note!

You are so beautiful when you are sleeping. I dream of permanently waking up with by my side soon.

I love you❤ XX

My heart pounds with ecstasy, and I joyously spring from the bed to go clean myself , but before that, I decide to catch just a brisk glance at the grin on my face in my mirror. The thought of us living like this permanently arouses the batterflies my belly. The glee is just too much. That will be the start of our happy ever after I can only imagine the glee, the pleasure, and the contentment that life will bring.

Well, I look just as I anticipated - glittering like the morning star, but damn these eye bags. I would be gleaming much more if it weren't for them. I try to them with my hands, but... Wait a minute, something glitters on my left arm, the my mission short.

I hoist my hand up, my eyes running there in haste and confusion.

A ring on my middle finger?! Not just any ring. A diamond ring, perfected fitted on middle finger.

I plop my hands from my face, scowling at the shining jewel. I am awestruck and at the same time! My breathing stops, and my heart forgets how to function for first time as I gawk at the ring. I am going through an erratic catastrophe of a of emotions right now.

He put a finger on my ring? What does this mean?

As I continue fathoming about his gesticulation and fondling with the cute ring, his figure emerges from my behind, marching slowly to me. I don't turn, but I keep eyes glued to his dashing figure through the reflection in the mirror until he halts strides behind me.

His eyes plunge to my hands, a sweet satisfied smile spread on his lips. "You like it?"

He hoarses, though so low. Were it not for him being this close, his tone wouldn't made it to my ears. He slopes his chin on my shoulder, his pheromones warming my face.

Do I like it? I am already tearing up from all the glee and disbelief. "What...does this , Damian?" I mumble, my voice barely an inaudible whisper.

He swaddles his arms around my belly, embodying me to him in a much possessive . Our eyes lock in the mirror reflection. "I have marked you, Ellie Marrie

Riccaford! You are mine. Mine alone!"

Okay. I know this feels all confectionary. It is candy. Of course, I love this gesture. It that I am officially his. He is mine solely and officially. But I am getting a bit and perplexed here. Isn't he moving too fast? I mean, we haven't even out for our first date, nobody knows about our affair except Grace, and now, ! Out of the blue, I am engaged? Come on!

Wait a minute. He didn’t even ask me. Well, not like I would have given him a response, but you know that feeling of seeing a Gree god on one knee popping the question would have hit differently. Sigh!

I spin in his possessive arms, facing him - these eyes of his that depict, what? Fear?

Well, he already engaged me so he has nothing else to worry about. I'm now officially girlfriend, but only the two of us know. Weird! But he still has this weird look?

"Aren't we going too fast?" I ask, and his grip on me tightens, as if disseminating a to me.

"I don't think so. I am just marking what's mine. I am possessing what is rightfully and sending a memo to the world that this goddess, belongs to someone. She is -market and off-limit. I want to know that I have at least given you some assurance my love and how serious I take this, Ellie."

I explore his eyes for a moment, his whole facial utterances in extense. What's by this curtain of fear that I am seeing in them? I feel fortunate that he wants to be his even if that means engaging in my sleep. I have no room for anybody apart from him. He knows that I am with him and no one else. But why does he this insecure? I might not be able to flip through the profundity of this look, but I certain there is something deeply hidden in them. I feel it.

"With or without this ring, Damian, I am all yours. I surrendered myself to you a long ago. Why do you seem, so insecure?" I implore, resting my hands on his chest.

"I am afraid of the time that this love will be put to the test. I don't want to lose you,

Ellie!" He whimpers with his eyes closed, and for the first time, I feel his hands on my hold, making me tremble too.

Deep! A moment of silence.

He is shutting his eyes tight, and I am miserably and desperately endeavoring to peek their tightly shut walls, but obviously, erring miserably.

I cup his face, nuzzling his cheeks in a gamble to soothe him into opening his eyes he does after a while. They have a tinge of redness in them. I never knew I make him this weak. Is it me, or something else?

"I Am not going anywhere, Damian. I love you. Only you, Damian Almeda, and I 't want to love someone else apart from you. We will surpass all the curveballs life may throw our way," I assure him, gazing into his darkening eyes.

He breathes out heavily. "Will you still love me the same if you learn something from past that you wouldn't like? Maybe, a side of me that you still don’t know?" He .

Huh, past? Does he have a dark past? How dark is it? Was he a drug lord? An assassin?

A rapist? A swindler? "Were you a criminal?" I query, and he smirks bitterly.