Candice POV:-
Tyler apologized, fixing everything and giving me time to gather myself and open up to him.
While we were proceeding at a slow but memorable pace. Once again my life came to the point of being peaceful.
Tyler was going to work, “Take care.” I said and smiled.
He kissed me before leaving. “You too, love.” and left.
I never get tired of the endless love he gives me.
It was somehow eerie to think how he is endearing me as if we are together for a lifetime and having me complete his prayers.
It was a silly thought but I honestly think like this but how it could be possible.
Where he, where me?
The King of Shipments and a mere waitress don’t fit in the same box.
As I was lost in my thoughts my phone rang and it was Rufus,
“Oh, Hey Rufus.” I greeted, attending the call.
“Hey, Candice. Didn’t you get Nicolas’s message?” He asked.
“No, why?” I asked.
“He came to New York,” My face lit up in happiness when I heard it.
“Really? When?”
“Just now, Father is home and he forgot his phone at home so I want to tell you he is at Central Park and he is furious that you got married without informing him.”
We both chuckled a bit.
“Okay. I am going there, I’ll tell him everything. Bye.”
I was so excited to hear Nicolas came after all this time and I really want to meet him.
Maybe this way I could tell Tyler as well what he is to me. When Tyler comes home, I will tell him everything.
I quickly got ready and went to meet him. I went to Central Park and saw him.
When I saw Nicolas my heart calmed down as I ran and hugged him tightly.
“Nicolas!” I beamed holding him tightly, not wanting to let him go ever again.
“Oh, Candice.” He hugged me back, lifting me from the ground as we both chuckled.
A tear priced in my eye but I quickly wiped it off when we pulled away, “I missed you so much.” I said.
He smiled and hugged me again, kissing my cheeks.
“Me too. I was so tensed about you. Millions of things roamed in my mind when I heard Father has fixed your marriage.”
“Yeah… That asshole cheated.” I muttered.
“Then did you marry that shit?” He asked angrily.
“No. Of course not. But I have to get married and my friend proposed so we got married.”
“It was unwanted either way.” He said deadpanned and Frowned.
“Don’t talk like this. Tyler is a charming prince.”
Nicolas took a step closer and held my hands passing me his sweet smile same as mine,
“Are you happy Candice? If you are not, then I will take you away from every abhorrence. You didn’t want to marry him anyways.”
If he said it before my marriage then I would have done it without thinking twice but right now my world revolves around Tyler.
“You know I am with you always. I have a stable job, I can afford your expenses, everyone will be happy. You don’t have to stay.” He continued and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“We will be together, forever. Tell me, shall I take you away?”
I cannot even think of being apart from him. My lips curved upward slightly as I opened my mouth to tell him that I love Tyler.
“Nicolas, I love-”
“Candice.”
I gasped at the abrupt stern voice which made me frightened and turned to look at Tyler and knowing how much Nicolas caused troubles between us.
Tyler must have had a wrong idea in his mind.
“Tyler, What are you doing here?” I asked.
Not understanding how he got here in the first place but the unfathomable wrath fix on his face alarms me about his wrong thought.
He walked closer and grabbed my arm, making me wince. His grip on me was harsh to the point it made me almost cry.
I opened my mouth to tell him Nicolas is my brother and what he is thinking is wrong.
“T-Tyler.. L-listen-”
“I don’t want to listen to anything.” He scowled, terrifying me.
Judging how easily I get startled, his aura deluded me in fear.
“I had enough of you hiding things that I should know from me.”
He was thinking so wrong, I have to do something before he makes some irredeemable mistake.
Before I could give him any justification he pulled out his gun and shot Nicolas without warning, making me scream in dread.
“NO!!”
I began to cry out loud to see how he shot my brother in the stomach. No words other than a sob came out from my mouth crying miserably.
“Stop struggling, dammit!”
But he didn’t pay heed to my condition and dragged me back home. I was crying endlessly, wanting to get away from him.
Ravaged to the point where I lost my brother by my husband who was lying to me all this time and was involved in the mafia.
We went home and he pushed me inside while I struggled to get out from his grasp.
“Don’t you fucking dare to cry.”
“Y-you killed him. You are involved with illegal things. Y-You-”
I continued to wail but he grabbed my jaws and made his words in a low warning tone, eliciting sudden frights in my heart.
“Don’t you fucking dare to cry.”
“Y-you killed him. You are involved with illegal things. Y-You-”
I tried to speak further with my anguish, but his other hand grabbed my hair and yanked me to his face.
So close that his breath now began to terrorize me.
“Yes, I ‘am’ the Dark Lord, what will you do about it?” He snarled, pushing me away.
I stumbled and fell on my knees in ultimate terror to know my husband is none other than the Dark Lord, the mafia leader everyone fears.
My heart stopped, my mind lost in the depths of misery.
“How could you do this?! Y-You killed him! How dare you fucking murderer!!”
I shouted, sobbing letting out the loudest cries of my life. The thunder sound of my agony which he gave rise to.
I cried with tears rolling down without any halt, aching my heart in inexplicable devastation.
“What he was to you!?” He asked.
"Why do you care so much about him!? What's his relation with you!?"
Something he should have done before killing him as I screamed the answer while looking at him with detest.
“HE WAS MY BIOLOGICAL BROTHER!”
My words came as an utter shock to him, the weight of my sentence crushed him badly.
Pushing into a fire of repentance from where there is no return. He moved back, barely making his voice,
“W-what..?” I sniffed and wiped my tears.
“Yeah..” I said, losing my breath from the constant cries, with a few hiccups.
I forced a halt to my sobs and began to tell him everything in a low and broken tone with tears streaming down.
Voice crumbling in the middle and crying.
“He was my biological brother… M-My mother was a prostitute. A guy got her p-pregnant and she had that asshole’s twins…”
“Candice and Nicolas... Yes, I don’t know who the fuck is my father, I was born is a brothel where women are used as things.” I began to tell him what I couldn’t.
“I-I hate the looks the guys there u-used to give me, wanting to devour me when I will grow.. But.. but, Mother found Elmer.”
“He was willing to accept me and Nicolas. Mother had Rufus, we didn’t live together but.. B-but at one point of my life, Elmer treated me well. Loved me. Soon they got married and took us out of that Hell…”
“F-Father solely managed us all, me, Mother, Nicolas and Rufus. W-We were a happy family. But.. but..”
I stopped crying, wiping my tears and gulping down and continued to tell him.