Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 16

showed me around and I couldn’t help but to look at everything in fascination. I had never been to a mansion this enormous and ravishing, it was a dream-like place.

And swayed by his immense wealth and beauty of this hollow home, I smiled and turned to him, holding my hands.

“Living here would make me feel like a princess.” I whispered with a hint of fondness.

My eyes gleamed at the thought of living in a place I wanted in my dream and got a chance to do so.

Chuckling at my enchantment, he walked closer, standing in front of me. His fingers took a strand of my hair, wiping the smile and making my heart skip a beat in anticipation.

He was smirking devilishly as I stood still when he caressed my hair with minimum gap, eyes affixed on my hair.

I stared at his handsome features closely, blushing faintly at his action as he started speaking in a tempting whisper.

“Let me correct you, a trapped princess in the possession of a cruel king waiting for a prince to save her and guess what, darling?”

And the two seconds of blushed died the second he murdered my mood by his voice echoing in my ears.

“No prince is coming to save you from me.”

Shivering at his declaration, my smile vanished as I removed his hand quickly. I was displeased with how easily he ruined my mood.

“I never said I would wait for a prince. I married ‘you’, why would I look for someone? And save me from what? This was my choice.” I enunciated, folding my arms at my chest.

“What makes you think I would trust you? When you can agree to marry me, a stranger, your total opposite, then why not someone else?”

His taunt pricked a needle through my chest. My mouth gaped, blinking a few times to fathom how easily he mocked our bond.

“What…? How could you say this, Mr. Cannedy?”

Hissing, I turned to leave but he came before me, not letting me leave unless he completed his talk.

“I trust no one except myself. I have no expectations from you. What makes you think that a rich, successful man like me would be with ‘you’ willingly?” He made another heartless taunt, hurting me with his comment.

Burning two minutes of fascination in two statements.

“I was not dying to marry you either. I am here to prove my point.” I growled.

“See. Then why are you making big talks like this was my choice?” He smirked darkly, arching an eyebrow temptingly but it infuriated me.

Blinking at his absurd talks, I only breathed out from pure disappointment, moving him out of my way.

“You’re an unbelievable stone.”

I turned to leave, escaping his vicinity but stopped to return a glare at his unaffected posture. He stood with his one hand in his pocket and a dead glance, showing none of it mattered to him

“And you know what?”

Hissing, I pointed my finger at him in contempt before going away from him so it won’t ruin my mood.

He yawned, lying down to sleep. My jaw dropped at his heartless remark towards his wife, enraging me to the point my patience was being tested.

“I don’t like you either! I am only here to defeat you!” I raised my voice in fury.

“Oh, so you have begun to dream without sleeping too?” He chuckled mockingly. He, fucking, chuckled! That asshole!

“It's my fault that I talked to you. Break your back.” Hissing, I laid down, covering my face.

“With pleasure.” He hissed back as we both went to sleep without uselessly talking with each other.

Though it was my fault that I talked to him in the first place.

The next day, I held a scowl on my face. He was back to his nonchalant self and was using his phone. Hoping to smear his mood like he had done with mine, I sat.

He glanced at me for a second and went back to his phone.

“So, you’re going to work tomorrow?” I asked, starting a conversation.

He smiled venomously, “Finally.”

I frowned in return but he soon relaxed and put his phone down. Shifting comfortably, he rested his one leg over the other and other hand on the headrest.

Again, scanning me with his dangerous silver eyes. Forming my lips in a thin line, I decided to stare back as well this time.