*the previous night
*Ryder’s POV
I couldn’t sleep.
It might be because of my worry, from the moment I saw her beautiful face dawned with sadness, also might be from the curiosity building in me to know the reason.
Without making any sound I got up from the bed with slight movements so as to not let her wake up from her deep slumber. I turned back to check on her. She was frowning in her sleep and her tears got dried up on her face. I wanted to wipe it off but did not, knowing it would wake her. Even with the dried up tears and frown she still looked the most beautiful to me. The moonlight shone on her accenting her features.
I walked towards the door after checking on her once again. I opened and closed the door making little sound. I went towards the kitchen to drink some water. As I was drinking the water, I noticed the light coming from the direction of my office room.
Katherine must have switched the light on for checking on the laptop and forgotten to switch it off when she got out. I went to check if she made any progress on cracking the secret in the laptop.
I was amazed to see that she indeed cracked the secret uncle had kept from her, she must have kept it open either for me to read or because she forgot to lock it. When I went to read what was in it to satisfy my curiosity, the content in it froze my whole body proving the reason to be the latter. She indeed forgot to lock the screen.
I felt like my soul was out of my body.
Curiosity indeed killed the cat.
It killed me.
I wish I didn’t know the truth. Because knowing the truth, that the only source of happiness that I have left in my life was the reason for my whole sadness, killed me.
I felt pure rage bubbling in me. Yet beneath the rage I felt immense sadness.
Life has been nothing but cruel to me.
First it took my parents away. Just when I got Kat back it let me know she was the reason behind my parents death. I don’t want to believe she had anything to do with it. But the rage building up in me doesn’t want to believe what my heart says and only is listening to what my head is speaking.
Katherine Marshal Black- co-heir of BlackJack co.
The same group that was the reason behind my loss.
At that moment I felt the sudden need to kill someone. And that someone happens to be my first love. And now my last.
I am going to wait until she opens up to me about this. Not that it is going to help the current situation. But atleast the rage in me would calm down if she told it to me instead of hiding it from me. It atleast proves a little that she has nothing to do with it. Only the person responsible will feel guilty enough to hide it. Right?
The more I think about my next move, the more I realise why Katherine had been acting weird the whole night.
It was because of this damn secret. And she decided to hide it from me.
Good work Katherine Marshal Black.
Now I will wait to see till how many days she is going to hide it from me. If I can wait that is.
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I couldn’t sleep with the revelation. I tried sleeping on the couch, not wanting to be near the person behind my misery and was my happiness.
Yeah was. I said that in past tense. I could no longer see her in the same eyes I saw before. I could no longer love her knowing that my misery was because of her.
The lack of sleep was showing in my eyes. Aunt J was shocked in seeing me sitting on the chair of the kitchen counter, with my head in my hands. It was a usual sight for her before Katherine came back to my life. But it surprised her to see me back in my old behaviour.
The revelation has take away the only sanity I got from Katherine’s arrival. Now it’s lost.
I stiffened when I heard Katherine walking down the steps. I didn’t even want to lift up my head to look at the woman responsible for the murder of my parents.
The stiffness in my body didn’t leave even when Katherine had placed her hand on my shoulder to which I pushed her hand away feeling the rage that I had managed to calm down started to bubble more inside me. Usually, her touch brings calmness in me but the truth has destroyed that calmness and the more she is near me the more I am feeling suffocated from the amount of anger in me.