Chapter

THIRD PERSON'S POV:

Rosette walked in slowly, with each step the knots of her stomach easing up.

When Caelum had said that she was going to begin her chapter in hell, she definitely hadn't thought hell to be this beautiful.

Caelum's house was big and magnificent. The house had a black grey and white aesthetic.

His house looked like every ones dream house. He had so many glass artifacts and paintings.

How could someone be so impressed with someone's house?

They were both standing in the drawing room when an old lady came out and bowed slightly, she was followed by two younger girls and a boy.

"These are our helpers, this is Mrs. Noel and these are Nina, Daisy and Jasper."

Rose gave a small smile and said, "Hello, nice to meet you."

"Hello Mrs. White, we will be at your service during the day, you may tell me if there is anything you need."

"Than-," Rose was saying something when Caelum cut her off and said.

"Oh, that wont be necessary, she wont need anything. And tomorrow take a holiday, I would like to enjoy my wife's cooking." His hand traced her back till the end of her spine, pebbling her skin under her silk white dress.

Mrs. Noel bowed again and said, "Then we will take our leave."

Rosette looked at him, his dark eyes ready to keep the promise of pain they had made.

Caelum saw the skin on her neck pebble up, he couldn't explain how much he wanted to press his lips on it and suck till it became purple.

He swallowed his temptations.

Rose was still looking in his eyes of endless blue like the night sky.

His hand resting on her waist, she couldn't help but notice how close it was to her ass.

She didn't feel tempted, instead she felt scared. All her thoughts were going wild. She was imagining the horrors he was about to show her. She was sure that it was all going to happen now. She pressed her eyes shut, and clenched her fists into her dress.

Caelum had no idea why she looked so terrified.

He came closer and whispered in her ear, "Don't want to see around first, my wife?"

Rose shot her eyes open, he looked at her with a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, "What did you think we were about to do love?" he asked in a taunting voice.

Rose was still on the verge of breaking down but something about that taunt made her feel better, something that meant that she wasn't here to quench the horny thirst of this man.

She was about to bolt from his touch when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer.

Her eyes were fixed on his lips, they were like sharks, anytime they could snap and swallow her whole.

He noticed the stare and whispered lightly, "I told you, take a picture, It'll last longer."

Her eyes moved from his lips to his eyes, "Why am I here Caelum?" tears filling her eyes, "There were a hundred other ways to torture me, to ruin my life... then why marry me?"

He smirked, and stepped a step back, "I figured this way would hurt the most."

He didn't mean it, but she didn't know, for a second there she even thought she might deserve it.

Before he could stop himself his fingers found their way to her wet eyes, he gently wiped away a tear.

"huh?" it was quite obvious that rose would be shocked. She looked at him.

What is he doing? Didn't he just say he wanted my life to become a living hell?

She was sure it was his own way of driving her crazy.

He cleared his throat,

Why am I behaving this way? Man she only just stepped into my house, and I'm already going crazy. He thought.

He did not let go of her wrist.

He guided her up the stairs and in a corridor.

His house was really build like a maze. Rose thought to herself.

They entered a lowly lit room at the end of the corridor, Caelum waved a hand across a glass panel and all the lights came on, and the curtain drew back to let the streaks of the setting sun come in.

Magnificent. Rose was filled with aw.

Caelum looked at her. The golden streaks of the sun were lighting up the hazel honey of her eyes.

"Make yourself at home Rose."

A small smile on his lips, barely noticeable but it was not a dirty seductive smile, but a genuine smile, the one he had believed he wasn't capable of.