The Master's Hidden Wife
Description
When darkness slowly succumbs the light, the first thing that crosses Angela's mind is terror.
Scarred by her past horrors, the tormentors of her dreams, the endless agony of her voice. The now sought after surgeon only has one reason to live, and that is to find and be reunited with her mother.
Not until a one faithful night, where she made a reckless decision and that is to marry the man who seems to keep her horrors away from her.
Alaric was born as one of the supreme—the highest. From education, the practice, and rulings. He's above yet he was deprived of her own emotions. Not until, a one faithful night that lead to a fruit to sew for years.
Three years after, will their marriage stay afloat amidst the deepest of their secrets?
PROLOGUE
Consecutive gunshots echoed for the nnh time already and the people inside the Museum shuddered in fear, a feeling they would never knew they would feel.
It has been 29 minutes. Angela thought, eyes locked in her wristwatch. She never curse but this time she can't help but to curse mentally. How long would we wait for a rescue?
Gunshots can be heared again and again causing another wave of cries and whimpers from the people trapped inside.
Suddenly, Angela's trembling hand cover's her mouth, she felt suffocated, she barely can gasped for air this time. She was frozen in her spot but she manage to move her head to look around. Where's my bag?
Chest pumping hard, her right hand fell on the cold floor. Trembling, her hand tap on the floor, looking for her bag's strap.
Thank goodness I was not trapped where the statues are located.
Finally her fingers grip on the strap of her bag. She heard no gunshots, she move her body around slowly. Her eyes automatically spotted her red bag which contains all her reason to continue living. With her last force she could release, she pulled her bag towards her and successful pulled it but her breathing become thinner. She could not gasped for air anymore, her chest tightened around. Slowly, her sight blur until darkness swallowed her whole vision.
What happened again?
Was Angela's question when she woke up with a very dry throat in a white tinted ceiling, her eyes meandered around nervously. Is she at her aunts house? Few drops of tears fell from her doe green eyes. She trembled and shook her head repeatedly.
I'd rather die in that Museom than be bloody rot here again. She sobs quietly, she could never imagine her fate must be if she will live in her aunt's house for the second time again.
She already leave this hell! She's already grasped the feeling of being in peace and she's in the process of loving her self again. How could be a life be this cruel?
Her thoughts vanished when the doorknob of the door infront twitch. She hug herself more tight, her eyes shut down and her thoughts slowly accepted the fact that she will be played again. Not just a simple play but a bloddy torture.
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