Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 154: A house guest - I

Julia was the one to wake her up this morning.

Evelyn had half a mind not to go down for breakfast and to receive it in her bedroom where she could wallow in her mystery but it was Julia who pointed at her ring.

She has pointed on the ring which was on her ring finger and that signified her marriage to Salvatore.

Salvatore was sitting at the breakfast table and he had demanded her presence.

Crap.

But why had he asked for her presence? She didn’t even know when he came and when he exited the house. They were that distant.

So why now.

Evelyn got up from the bed and suddenly a nausea hit her. She still herself and stabilized by sitting on the bed with her feet touching the floor. Holding her head she patiently waited for the wave of dizziness to pass away.

Deciding that she was not well enough to take a bath and get rest in record time just to meet Salvatore, she wore her slippers and moved down stairs in her night suit.

To her surprise, just as she opened the door she found Salvatore standing right in front of it.

"Don?" She questioned. Did she take that long?

It must have been minutes for her or hardly seconds, to have been over with the dizzy spell. Why was here?

"Salvatore," he said, correcting her. "My father was down stairs."

HOLY...there was no word that could possibly cover this. His father was downstairs?

That decision must have been taken in a hurry because its target on you from before she would have been informed.

Or she hoped so.

"He.." she gulped, suddenly very much aware of the fact that someone could be hearing them in the corridor.

She leaned in and before glancing side to side to make sure no one was present. "Does he..know?"

"What?" He raised an eyebrow and that not hold back, "that you fucked another man, married me and are now having his child whilst being married to me?"

Ouch.

Every word hit her hard and enough for her eyes to water over it. And Salvatore made no attempt to sugarcoat his words.

"That," he snapped his fingers and pointed his finger at her face. "Stop that."

She frowned. "What?" She muttered not understanding why he was going with this entire conversation.

He hissed slightly. "If you do not intend on letting my father name what is happening, I suggest you behave normally as fucking much as you can."

She closed her eyes before opening them and looking at him. "Is that what you want?"

He narrowed his eyes on her. "My father would kill you—"

"Why haven’t you?" Evelyn threw the words at him before she could reign them in.

Everything that she had experienced in the past few weeks was a factor in all of this. From Salvatore fucking a maid or whoever she was on the door of a bedroom to being transported to America like she was a mistress unknown to the world.

Not to forget, whatever happened last night endangered her life and everything she owned.

"You should have killed me too." She whispered to him meaning every word she said.

A part of her hated the fact that she had accepted the role of death so quickly in her life but at the moment it seemed like the only thing she could do.

A tear slipped from her eyes to her cheek but her blue eyes did not leave the hazel orbs of her husband.

For a moment, it felt like they were the only ones here. For a moment, Evelyn wondered if she was going to win because it seemed like she was getting through to him.

Her stare remained on his face when he, all of a Sudden, burst into laughter. He lowered his head but his laughter did not subside and continued to stare at him open-mouthed.

What happened?

How the hell was he laughing?

Did she miss something?

"You think," he coughed slightly trying to sober himself up. He cleared his throat, "you think that I am keeping you alive because I love you?"

Her throat dried up, that was exactly the reason why she was expecting herself to be alive for so long.

Evelyn did not say anything. She couldn’t bring herself to give him a reply.

"I am keeping your eyes just because I want you to be alive for now." He whispered to her, coming closer and stepping into her space. "I could have killed you the very night I found out about this but I have not yet. Do not take this as my weakness because I do not have one."

And there it was.

Time and again she had been slapped with the reality on her face that he did not love her first. He was merely keeping her alive because he could and because he wanted to.

There were no attached strings to this.

"When, then?" She whispered the words, "when?"

His eyes flashed. He was angry. "Perhaps when you are about to deliver the child." He smiled, the wolfish grin, "would it not be the perfect little sad ending for the both of you? When he arrives, you leave."

Her face fell, more than before.

He was going to kill her when she was about to give birth to her child?

That was what he had planned?

"Please.." the word left her mouth subconsciously. At this point she had no idea what she was begging for.

Was she begging for the life of a child begging for her own?

Or, was she begging for their life together?

"Why?" He cooed at her. "Have you bonded with it?"

It.

"They are not ’It’." She defended. "Please, Don."

"Hmm," he scoffed. " Get changed and rest for breakfast. My father will have a light Breakfast with us and then he will be going to sleep."

He snapped his fingers and pointed at her, "Don’t mess it up." He warned. "I fucking swear, Evelyn. I would not defend you."