Chapter 5 Chapter Five

• Lilith's Pov
• I didn’t even know where the courage came from.
• The courage to sit beside my so-called husband, watching another woman almost naked in front of us.
• I wanted to throw the glass in my hand. I wanted to scream. I wanted to destroy everything near me. But I stayed calm. I kept my face cold, like nothing touched me.
• And I had no idea why I told her to touch him.
• Maybe I was testing something. Maybe I just wanted to feel numb. But it wasn’t jealousy. Not even a little.
• She was still standing there, unsure. Then suddenly, she started walking toward Killian.
• She hesitated at first but then moved like she had done this many times before. Her hips swayed slowly, almost like she was trying to seduce both of us.
• When she reached him, she placed her hand gently on his chest.
• Her fingers moved slowly, like she was trying to make love to him with just her touch.
• I just stared at the scene in front of me, my insides twisting with every second. Not because I loved him. I didn’t. At least, I didn’t think I did.
• It was the disrespect.
• Bringing someone into our home. Into a space where I sleep. Where I live.
• He had no shame. And I had no pride left to protect.
• I stood up quietly. I placed my glass of whiskey down on the table.
• “You can enjoy yourself with the girl,” I said, my voice calm but cold.
• Then I turned to her. “You danced awfully, by the way.”
• I didn’t wait for their reactions. I walked out.
• The moment I closed the door behind me, my chest broke open.
• I started to cry.
• Tears poured down my face, and I didn’t care if anyone saw.
• I kept walking toward my room, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, but it was no use.
• Then I heard a door open behind me.
• I turned my head slightly. It was the girl. She was rushing out of Killian’s room. She looked embarrassed by what just happened; I'm pretty sure it was Killian that sent her away.
• I didn’t say anything. I didn’t stop her. I just watched her go.
• But in my head, I kept thinking, what if I hadn’t walked in? What if my father hadn’t called me earlier?
• Would he have taken her to bed?
• While I was sitting alone in my room?
• Crying?
• Waiting for nothing?
• I hadn’t called anyone. It was too early for me to start complaining or becoming a burden to anyone.
• And yet, Killian had already started messing around with other women.
• I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me.
• The first thing I did was grab a glass.
• Then the bottle of whiskey.
• And I drank.
• I drank and drank and drank.
• For how long? God knows. I just kept pouring and drinking, like it would drown out the ache in my chest.
• Then the door opened.
• I didn’t have to look to know who would open my door without knocking.
• My husband. Killian.
• I didn’t even turn to him.
• I kept my back to him and said, “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be having fun? I thought you'd last longer… or are you one of those men who can’t?”
• I heard his footsteps behind me.
• His voice was sharp. “I told you to stay away from me. What sort of drama did you just pull in front of my guest?”
• In my head, I whispered, the audacity.
• I turned slowly to face him. My voice came out steady, but my heart was boiling.
• “Your guest? Seriously, Killian? I am your wife. Nothing you do can erase that. And for the record, I didn’t even want to see your face. I only came to deliver the message my father asked me to give you.”
• He huffed. Loud. Bitter. “Oh, really? You don’t want to see my face? Look at yourself.”
• I rolled my eyes. “I don’t have time for this, Killian. Say whatever you want and leave my room. I won’t cross your path. Just let me be.”
• That was when he started walking toward me.
• Before I could step back, he grabbed my wrist.
• “Killian! What are you doing?” I shouted, trying to pull away.
• But he didn’t say a word.
• He dragged me out of my room. His grip was tight and almost Painful.
• “Let me go!” I yelled, struggling, but he was stronger.
• We stopped halfway through the hallway.
• His voice was cold. “Don’t ever cross this path to my room for any reason. Do you hear me?”
• I laughed bitterly. “I’ll be glad to. You didn’t even have to say it. That was my plan all along.”
• He huffed again, furious.
• I was still struggling, then he let go of my wrist, which caused me to lose balance.
• I almost fell, but instead of hitting the floor, I landed against someone.
• A firm chest.
• Strong hands caught me.
• I looked up to see who it was.
• The man looked down at me with soft eyes. “Whoa, whoa. What’s going on here?”
• I quickly stood up, brushing my hands against my dress.
• Then I looked at him again.
• The man who caught me.
• He looked almost like Killian.
• Same sharp jaw. Same cold eyes. Same proud posture.
• But… softer.
• Not in a gentle way. Just… less mean.
• Then I heard Killian's voice.
• “What are you doing here?”
• The man raised his brow. “Is that how you greet your brother?”
• Brother?
• I blinked.
• Oh.
• That’s why they looked alike.
• My mind spun.
• So this is Killian’s brother.
• He was broad like Killian. Tall too. But just a bit shorter, but definitely taller than me.
• Killian didn’t respond. Just glared.
• His brother turned to me. “And who do we have here?”
• Before I could speak, Killian snapped, “Don’t ask stupid questions. You know who she is.”
• I stood there, staring at both of them.
• Why were they talking like I wasn’t even there?
• Like I was invisible?
• Like I was a joke they both shared?
• Then the brother gave a small smirk.
• He looked me straight in the eyes.
• “Oh… is that our perfect, murderous, killer bride?”