The Fate of Narendra Women
38. A Beloved Doll

It was the darkest part that was immersed in his piles of memories.

One day, when Kamila decided to sleep with her mother, it turned out that Iaros was lying on Kamila's bed.

They often share a bed together. Usually filled with unimportant chatter, a smile and a small laugh before hugging each other to dream. But that day Iaros didn't say he was going to sleep with her.

"Sorry, Young Master. I didn't think you were coming, so I went to Mom's room."

What Kamila expected was that Iaros said no problem because it was just a habit, not an obligation.

Unfortunately Kamila's hope is nonsense. Iaros with a cold expression came holding his arm, pulling Kamila turned around.

"Young Master?"

That day, Kamila actually realized how cold and scary Iaros' expression was. But whether he was lying to himself or Kamila just could not be frank, he thought Iaros was still Iaros.

"Are you hungry? What if you and I had breakfast together?"

Iaros just kept looking at him. Then suddenly hugged Kamila. "I miss you" he whispered flatly. "I missed you all night."

"Young Master, I just slept in Mom's room. You're overreacting." Kamila laughs.

But his laughter dimmed as Iaros bowed, and his grip strengthened.

"Excessive?" He muttered very low. "What's the exaggeration of wanting to see you all night, wanting to hear your voice, wanting to hold you, but you choose to sleep with someone else?"

Kamila's mouth was clenched.

"Why is it so easy, Kamila?" Iaros strengthened his grip. "Am I not your bedmate? Why not look for me? Why should your mother?"

"...."

Iaros's eyes were as though he had skinned them. He let go of Kamila's hand just before he grimaced. Moved around touching her arm and neck with the impression she was checking something.

It was indeed frightening when Iaros kissed the skin of his neck before whispering, "This is not your scent."

"...."

"Promise me, Kamila. Never sleep with anyone but me. Not with Lily, not with your mother."

"...."

"Can you promise?"

It was as easy as Iaros smiled, removing all the frost that had covered him. "Then go take a shower. I'll have them prepare breakfast."

Kamila only looked at Iaros's left back. In his mind, questions came up after questions.

Why is he so overreacting? Why can't Kamila sleep with her sister and her mother? Why did Iaros react as if Kamila made a fatal mistake that was hard to forgive?

Even so, Kamila's mouth was silent. As if he were to admit it, even in his mind, then something bad would happen.

"Iaros thinks you're his puppet." Perhaps it had been whispered in Kamila's soul afterwards. "Iaros considers you a display that only his eyes can see. An object that only he can hold and play with."

The whisper was Kamila tepis and she replaced it with her own mutter.

"Young Master is still a child." Kamila lied to her. "I'll tell Brother and Mother to be more sensitive to her later."

Then he turned around, living a lie he created himself.

...*...

Ribia immersed herself in Agav's arms on that cold night.

"Sister will soon find them." Ribia looked up at the bodyguard and her lover. "I tried not to be frank because of you, but now what?"

Sometimes Ribia really doesn't like the way Agav smiles. Not because she was smiling laughingly or cynically, but that mysterious smile that Ribia was hard to understand.

"It's okay, Nonaku. That's better." Agav put his lips on the corner of Ribia's lips. "Now, what if we save Miss Kamila?"

"Saving? By way?"

Agav did not reply, but got out of bed before beginning to pick up one by one the clothes scattered nearby. He stood his back to the bed, looking up at the moon above.

"I'll promise you one thing, Miss." Agav. "Miss Kamila will be back before this honeymoon ends. But ...."

"Don't scare me."

"All right."

But maybe when Kamila and Iaros come back, Ribia will be the one hoping they never come back.

That's what Agav wants to say.

...*...