49 A demon's memories 2

what was the point? Lady Pamela looked into her arms as if they held the answer, being a mother was more than a reason for her to live and be happy, to fight back what ever threatened her or her little boy, giving him a tender kiss on the forehead she placed him on his crib and set by his side adoring his face, he inherited her beautiful black hair, it was as black as a starless night, he has her eyes as well, but something about him was similar to his father, Duke Peter Salvatore, a bitter smile made her way to her lips, feeling like a fool for not hating the man, not even a little, not even a bit...

After waking up from her coma caused by him, he apologized to her and promised he will not hurt her that way again, she was stupid to think he will not hurt her at all, instead of trying to make it up to her somehow the man only ignored her, having other women instead, as if she was nothing but air, an invisible piece of furniture he added to his house, coming from an average family who worked under the Duke's command, she did not even dare to leave, knowing hell gates would be opened on her poor family, and also, she was afraid, after that night something inside her just broke, she became too frail to even take that decision, so she lived her role up, a nanny to the two boys who hated her, and a smiling doll in official occasions that stood by her husband side acting like the happy lady she was not, days were the same and she felt life slipping out of her slowly, was this her life? and is it always going to be this way?

Four years passed, the once living flower turned into a painted one, beautiful to look at but dead... nothing but a show and an appearance, to think the man who destroyed her life would be the one giving her a new one, she didn't know what to feel or think anymore...

It was the night where King Edard took the crown, as expected of her she prepared herself to look worthy of being the Duke's wife, a far relative of her husband, Mr. Renaldy made her a gown on duke's Salvatore's request, the beautiful light pink gown was something that dropped from her dreams, not wanting to ruin her natural beauty with heavy hair styling and make up, she kept her hair loosed and put it all on one side, wearing her diamond necklace to go with it, light color on her lips and that was it, admiring her reflection for a second on the mirror, she was this same girl four years ago before she married this man, this man who was standing now at the door looking at her with an expressionless face, he scared her, he didn't say or show anything but there was a weird atmosphere in the room, something she couldn't point out, lowering her gaze she stood to leave, giving her his back he walked in front of her then to the carriage, something in her heart squeezed, she really wanted him to tell her once, that he liked the way she looked...

Following him to the carriage, she took the opposite seat and staring at her lap, feeling his cold gaze on her she shivered only to hear him sigh as he took off his coat to place it on top of her cloak, she was not feeling cold but she couldn't voice that out either, it is him who made her shiver and not the temperature, murmuring a thank you to him whitch he ignored, she continued to stare at her lap as he continued to stare at her, luckily the trip didn't take that long and by the time they got down from the carriage, she put on the happy wife mask and followed him inside, yet to her weird surprise, the man didn't leave her alone like he used to, keeping her by his side all the time, not even allowing other men to dance with her, keeping that privilege to himself only, this weird behavior of his scared her even more, she didn't know what to expect next, with her life with him she knew the man was not a one that expressed his feelings, nor that he had any for her anyway..

As the night ended, the duke and his wife returned to their mansion, Pamela excused herself to go to her room, as he headed directly to his study, looking again reflection, her cheeks were red, not understanding why she threw her body onthe bed, still in her gown staring at the ceiling thinking about this weird night...