The Loveless Romance

7. Is he same?

Adriana's POV:

"This is her dress!" He shouted while I was busy shaking my head in No. His scream resonated, adding more to his dangerous aura.

His shout made my body shiver with intense fear. The adrenaline was rushing in my blood vigorously, making me lose my senses. I was unable to understand the situation. I didn't know what to do or how to react.

"That b***h's dress!" He roared again, taking menacing steps towards me. I took hasty steps and stepped backward, holding a cushion in front of my chest for my self-defense.

"No. This is my d-..."

I chose to lie and definitely it was a worse choice ever.

"Don't f*****g lie!" He growled, showing me his red eyes.

He snatched the pillow from my hands, throwing it on the floor. His hair sprung in front of his forehead as he did that. His breaths were heavy and his chest muscles were contracting and relaxing at a faster pace. He leaned in towards me. His face was just a few inches away from me.

"You aim to torture me! You want to make fun of me!" He sneered, gripping my shoulders.

My voice was already out of my reach so I had just to reply with the movement of my head. I shook my head but he didn't believe me at all. Why would he? He was blinded by his anger.

"You do!"

Another scream just entered my ears. I closed my eyes shut and bit my lips to cope with the pain, his digging fingers were causing in my arms.

"I HATE HER! I FREAKING HATE HER! SHE WAS A b***h! I LOVED HER but-..."

His voice broke in the middle of screams. He went silent. I gazed up to look in his eyes and found the glistening tears that had pooled up but never escaped the margin of eyes. I felt his pain with all the emotions.

I felt his pain deeply. First, because I have always felt a connection with him and second he was looking as innocent as my Oliver. Those innocent but sharp eyes were carrying all the emotions. He was showing them off because he wanted someone to share with.

He was being vulnerable yet he still had a grasp on his self-control. He wants someone to console him but he doesn't want it at the same time.

And you know how unbearable this condition is! You want someone by your side but when someone extends its hand towards you, it makes you feel insecure.

It is because you are still in the trauma of the previous breaking. You have your broken heart in your hands and a savior is standing beside you but you are too afraid to trust someone.

You are afraid to be alone yet you don't want anyone beside you. You need someone to take care of you yet you don't want to allow anyone around you.

You are broken but you are not ready to admit it to anyone. You want someone but afraid that you might find the one who would hurt you again.

That is so painful to live when you just want to lay under the ground buried with your broken heart, in a peaceful slumber.

"I hate you." He said, looking right in my eyes. He battled his eyelashes, pushing the tears back.

I bite on my lower lip as tightly as I could.

"I hate you, Adriana. I hate you with all my heart." He accentuated. This time his words didn't pierce through my heart because it felt as if he wasn't saying to me. It felt as if he was saying this for the one who has broken his heart. He was saying for Serena.

He let go of my shoulder, pushing me. My back hit the wall but I didn't feel it. All I felt were his pain and those teary eyes.

I got out of the dress the moment he exited out of the room. I threw it away and wore my clothes back. I sighed and the hatred for Serena elevated in my heart. How could she choose someone else over Liam? How could she not see the love in his eyes? How could she?

She still has his heart.

He still remembers her dresses! It was a simple red dress which can be found in the wardrobe of every other woman but he just had a glance and he knew that it was her dress.

She is in her mind like a deep memory of winter nights. She is alive in him as a childhood memory. She is all in him like a curse.

"Ma'am." I was snapped out of my thoughts when Nancy called me. She was holding Oliver. I took him from her arms and looked at him.

How could a mother leave her son?

His cute features make me cry. He didn't deserve this. She doesn't only leave her but she also took away this innocent's father.

I kissed his forehead and make him lay on the bed, giving him some toys. He played with them while I was just kept staring at him until I realized it was evening.

The guests will start arriving soon and I'm not ready yet. I don't know what to do or what to wear. I  don't want to take any step to infuriate him again. I don't want him to think that I'm like Serena.

I want to share his burden. I was to be his savior.

After a few minutes, Nancy came to my room to give me a beautiful golden dress. She told me that Liam sent it for me to wear. I looked at the dress and his words resonated in my mind.

I hate you.

I sighed and went to take a shower, asking Nancy to take care of Oliver. I took a shower and came out to blow dry my hair. I wore a beautiful dress and felt an unknown feeling rushing in my veins.

I was smiling. Nancy and Oliver loved the dress too. It was a long gown with full sleeves. The cleavage was deep and the beautiful stones were embedded perfectly around the waist.

I put on makeup and Nancy helped me in this too. All she did to my face was incredible. I was looking much better considering the current condition of my life.

After getting ready, I sat on the bed not knowing what to do now. I don't want to go out as I was not ready to see him.

Why he has to arrange the party tonight? Why so hurry? He could have think about any other day but no. He is very impatient and i***t. I'm not ready to meet a bunch of people having their eyes on me all the time and comparing me with my sister.

I was fidgeting with my fingers when the door opened. I stood up from the bed and then Cristiana, Liam's only sister, entered. She gasped, covering her mouth the moment she saw me.

I thought she just loved my look but when she removed the hands from her face, I saw the bitter look on her face. It made me feel insecure. I don't really like her because she always makes me feel like that.

She gives me those looks that Serena used to give me.

"What a unique dress!" She said in a sarcastic tone, eyeing me from head to toe.

I looked at her dress which was perfectly hugging her curves and her hair were smoothly curled and her face was glittering while I-

I was standing there in a golden bag.

I knew it. I knew that I won't be looking for any good at this. I have never tried such dresses before. I'm not made for these Parties and gathering. I'm just okay in some corner, talking to my own self.

"Whatever. It suits your personality anyway." She commented, rolling her eyes.

She flickered her hair and carried Oliver from the bed, kissing his cheeks. She then smirked at me and went out giving Oliver back to Nancy.

Nancy tried to say something but I sent her out. I needed some time alone. I looked in the mirror and everything was looking worse. My hair, my dress, my entire body.

I look fine in the hoodie and pants. Makeup doesn't suit me. I knew it but I f*****g tried to make fool of me. Ugh! This is so embarrassing. I'm not gonna go out. Yeah, I can't. I shouldn't.

I sat on the sofa and scold myself, cried, and then console myself. That's what I always do.

"Sir is calling you, ma'am," Nancy said while entering.

I stood up at once and rubbed my hands. My hands were shivering and I felt a weird feeling in my abdomen. I felt like throwing up.

"Tell him I'm not feeling well," I asked her and she gave me a look saying it was not a good idea.

"Please, Nancy go." I became frustrated now.

Poor soul just nodded and left me alone with my insecurities. I spent a few more moments battling with myself when the door burst open.

He, you know who was standing there with the same angry face. He closed the door behind him and glared me standing in front of me. I looked away but I could feel his piercing gaze.

"I know you have no manners but at least you could think about my reputation and came out to welcome the guests." He fumed.

I had a good comeback but I was just too disturbed to reply. I was on the verge of breaking right there. I knew if I said something, I'll be crying right then.

"Now, come out and behave." He clenched his teeth, instructing me.

I shook my head.

"What no? I said come out." He towered above me, eyeing me dangerously.

I shook my head again and this time, he grasped my wrist, dragging me out but I stopped him.

"Why don't you leave me?" I yanked his hand and broke in tears.

"Stop acting nonsense, Adriana!" He warned, showing me his index finger. "Don't make me throw you out of this home."

"Do it," I said, fisting my hands. "Throw me out and let me die in some deserted street. This is what I really deserve. I've no manners, no etiquette, no beauty nothing."

I murmured, wiping my tears, and sat down on the sofa.

His eyes softened. He examined my face as if trying to decipher the hidden tales my eyes were telling him. He didn't say a word but pushed his hands in his pockets and tilted his head a little.

"You don't like the dress?" He questioned, sitting beside me.

I looked at him. He was looking serious and concerned. This concerned look in his eyes was enough for me to get lost into him.

"It doesn't suit me," I whispered.

I didn't hesitate to tell him because it was the first time someone was concerned about my tears and what was in my heart. Wasn't this a blessing? A long-time dream coming true?

"Liar." He said and chuckled.

My eyes grew wide. He was talking to me as if we were friends and nothing has happened between us earlier.

"Let's go." He said, standing on his feet, adjusting his crispy suit.

I shook my head but it didn't infuriate him. He just smiled and extended his hand for me to hold. His every move was sending me to the peak of astonishment.

What has happened to him?

And when he was holding his hand out for me then how could I let this opportunity go. I slipped my hand in his and he helped me to stand up. My breath hitched when he slipped his hand around my waist and pulled me towards him.

Our chests were touching. My heart was no more in sense. It was beating like crazy. He was just giving me shock aftershock. He slipped my hair behind my ear and whispered something.

"You are looking gorgeous."

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