I like that

Anastasia leaned against the wall and raised her left leg causing her clothes to go up. She purposely did this because she knew that Ayla was sleeping and wanted to make Gerard realize that there is more to a pretty face. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach and two inches below.

Gerard's eyes turned red. Anastasia was awakening something he had tried to bury for years. That brutal side of him that enjoys watching people cry and beg for mercy. That heartless side of him that caused him to remain under this curse for a very long time.

His drive to punish.

Most men would want to take advantage of the situation to feed their lust but Gerard had never been that way. Instead of satisfying his lust, he found pleasure in making them scream and terrify them with his horrendous appearance.

He closed his eyes and his popped veins disappeared. To him, Anastasia was just one of the so many girls he had made to suffer and this was a distraction to make him lose everything he had worked for all these years.

His eyes changed back to their heterochromia state and he slowly walked up to Anastasia with those alluring eyes of his.

Anastasia thought she had finally gotten him on her web and she would make use of this situation.

Gerard walked so close to her with his eyes not leaving hers. She licked her lips but his expression remained the same, calm and gentle. But in the next minute, Gerard grabbed her neck hard and his gaze turned two shades darker.

"I can make you disappear and trust me, no one would look for you after I'm done." his words were very slow but contained what felt like a serious treat.

Anastasia was scared but didn't want to back down. She smiled at him and tried again. "You to be rough? I like it."

Gerard's nails dug deeper and at this point, Anastasia knew he wasn't bluffing. She hit his hands to let him know that she had had enough and tried to break free from his clutch.

Gerard let her go and she fell to the floor. He began to walk away but she screamed. "Why! Why do you love her so much? Why not me? I gave up everything to come here and yet you treat me like this? I even left my father's business just to be with you yet, you treat me like this for that useless bit..." before she could complete her sentence, Gerard rushed up to her with his eyes burning red.

He did nothing and just looked at her straight in the eye. This was enough for Anastasia to know that Gerard would rip her throat if she dares to say anything more.

She was practically shivering when she was confronted by that murderous eyes of Gerard and almost began to cry.

From nowhere, the old granny ran up to Gerard and shielded Anastasia from him. "What are you doing? She was just doing her duties as your wife."

Gerard's eyes cleared but he said nothing and just walked away. it was a good thing that his grandpa said he would be sending someone over if not, he wouldn't know how to keep his anger in check.

I moved away from the door where I was eavesdropping and went back to my bed. If Anastasia is truly married to Gerard then it means that I'm the third wheel and not her. When the old woman mentioned that Anastasia was doing her job as Gerard's wife, Gerard said nothing which means that it's possible that they were married.

The thought of this made me feel awkward. I felt like an intruder and the other woman. This isn't right. I shouldn't be here wrecking someone else's home. I'm better than this. Better than all the catfights and fake shows.

My door was pushed open and the angry beast came. I abruptly stood up from where I lay just to realize that it was Anastasia and her granny.

"What is going on here?" I asked wondering why they had badged in here without knocking.

"You must be happy now right? You bi*ch. You're nothing but a wench and an annoying bi*ch. I hate you." Anastasia was furious and it was evident in her voice. She was lashing out and I couldn't say anything back because I wasn't sure what her relationship was with Gerard. All this time, I had been standing up against her without knowing if she truly was his wife.

Lucy ran inside and wanted to stop them but I raised my hand and signalled her to stop.

"But ma'am," she persuaded.

"You may leave." I was serious when I said this but my voice was calm.

Lucy left unsure if that was the right thing to do.

"Ha! Because you stay in this house does not make you the lady of this house. You are just the second woman and will always be. You're nothing but a silly village bi*ch!"

It felt like Anastasia's blood pressure was riding with every word she uttered. She was breathing heavily and waiting for me to say something but I didn't say a word. The granny on the other hand said nothing and just watched the scene.

"Are you done?" I guess that was not the response she was expecting from me and this made her irritated because, unlike my usual self who replies her back with a taste of her own medicine, I was surprisingly calm. Even I was surprised by how calm I was.

The granny then lost her cool. "Ayla, you should at least apologise to Anastasia for what Gerard did to her. Take a look at her neck."

I spotted the marks on her neck and sighed. These two were trying to get me angry but I am not going to yield.

"That must be painful. But asides from the marks, I can also see that this dress is inappropriate and we have guards in this house who can see what she is wearing." I turned to Anastasia and meaningfully asked.

"Isn't that being shameless?"