JADE
I walked alongside Luciano and his guards as we slowly trudged to our home.
I could not stop sobbing. Staring at Luciano’s bloody shirt was traumatizing and disturbing.
Because that was also his blood tainted with Raffaele’s. He was badly injured. I could feel a gag hauling up to my throat but I had to suppress the urge to throw up and keep on walking.
My maids stood close to me, none of them having the guts to walk ahead of us.
The multiple stares of the staffs and family members we passed by felt so uncomfortable. I could hear them whispering, it felt like they were throwing derogatory remarks at us.
But I did not let that affect me. I held my head high and put up a stoic expression on my face.
Once we got into the mansion, I signalled to the maids to walk ahead of us so that they could prepare a warm bath for Luciano in our matrimonial room before quickly calling on another nearby staff.
“Bring me warm water, a clean towel and a first aid box in my husband’s private bed chamber ” I instructed before catching up with Luciano and his guards in the few flight of steps that they had climbed.
“What were–urghh.. what were you telling the staff to do?” Luciano asked, his tone raspy.
“I ordered her to get me the items I would use to clean up your wounds and bring it to your private bedroom” I replied.
“Urghh… that will not be necessary though. I will clean them up myself” Luciano rejected my offer to help him.
I stared at him in disbelief and bewilderment. What this an ego of his or was he too ashamed to ask for help?
I am actually offering to help and he is turning me down.
I did not want to counter his decision in front of his guards so I just kept quiet and walked along with them until we had gotten to the hallway leading to his private bed chamber.
“You all leave” Luciano ordered the guards out.
“But you can barely…” one tried to speak but he was immediately silenced by Luciano.
“I said fucking leave me!” Luciano ruthlessly ordered. The guards let go of him and bowed their heads before leaving just I and Luciano alone.
We slowly ambled to his bed chamber in silence. I was too terrified at this point to even offer help since he had turned down my request to clean up his wounds.
But I was still going to do it.
Luciano got into the room with me shadowing his steps and sat on the bed.
“Won’t you leave too?” He asked, lowering his voice this time. “You should leave Jade”
Why was he keen on everyone leaving him? A knock on the door sliced through my thoughts and I walked over to answer it.
Two maids stood at the door, one with a towel and a bowl filled with warm water whilst another held a first aid box. The one with the first aid box slowly walked in and dropped it on the table.
I then took the bowl and water from the other maid and closed the door before going over to drop it on the wooden, coffee brown centre table in the room.
“You are badly injured. Why do you want me to leave you? You need my help” I said to him.
Luciano did not say anything in return.
I sighed, “You are bleeding too. Pull off your clothes and allow me clean you up ok. The maids are preparing your bath now”
“I said you should leave Jade! Don’t you understand English?!” Luciano erupted in anger like a volcano, bolting up at once.
I was taken aback and the tone of his voice almost had me jumping out of my skin.” Why? Why don’t you want me to help? What is your problem?!” I yelled back, angered at this point.
“My problem is you never listen when you ought to. I said you should get out! Leave me alone! Don’t you get it!? Why are you never submissive?” He barked, his eyes flashing with anger at me.
“I am trying to help you for Godsake! Is that not what a good wife does?” I breathed heavily, my brows deeply knitted together.
“I do not need your help! Goddammit! I do not need it!” Luciano shattered me with his words, his enraged words which seared my heart.
“I will still help you!” I remain adamant, stamping my foot on the ground.
I reached to grab hold of his shirt when Lucaino held my arm strongly and in the blink of an eye, he had me backed against the wall with my hands painfully held behind my back.
I let out a whimper and writhed to get my hands free but it only made him increase pressure on my hand.
It felt like his bones were made out of iron and he could damage my skin.
“Do not make me do something I would regret Jade!”
“Beat me if you want to beat me but I will stay!” I challenged his authority. Luciano really looked like he was seconds away from hitting me but I did not care.
I am not submissive and he will not turn me into a submissive coward.
I watched with bated breaths as the flames of anger in his eyes calmed down and he at once let go off my hand.
“Are you done harassing your wife? If you are done then sit down and let me help you” I ordered him rudely not minding the repercussions.
Strangely he listened to me and sat back on the bed. I watched him with curious orbs as he ripped his torn shirt into half and flunged it away, not caring where it landed.
This is the first time I am seeing him shirtless. His abs were perfectly sculpted and it begged for my delicate fingers to trail around their alluring pattern.
His biceps were taut, mesmerising to stare at same with his toned stomach and he had a perfect trail of hair leading down to…
“Take a picture Jade, it lasts longer. I thought you wanted to help me?” Luciano snapped at me causing me to realise I had been staring at him lustfully.
My face was flushed with embarrassment, “Y-yes. I w-will help you” I stuttered before going over to help clean his wounds. They were so bloody and deep.
Fuck. This would hurt him alot. Is this how things are done in this family? Do they flog their sons these way when they are wrong? This is too extreme for Godsake.
Luciano hissed in pain as I continued. I felt sorry for him but I struggled not to cry, not after how he behaved with me just now.
“That will be enough” Lucaino ordered, upheaving his hands.
“But I have not applied the….” I tried to speak but Luciano cut me short.
“Jade, that is enough. Thank you for your help. You can leave me now” he stated rudely.
I stared at him, dumbfounded. Not only was he telling me to quit helping him, he was ordering me out of his room.
This is someone I balled my eyes out for when I saw him getting whipped.
“Fine. So much for being a helpful partner” I dropped the towel on the table before walking out in anger.
I pushed open the doors to my own bed chamber and locked it before laying on the bed. As I stared at the ceiling, tears welled up in my eyes and began streaming down my cheeks.
He made me a promise. He promised to be a dutiful husband and communicate better with me! This is the second time he is making me feel like I wasted my efforts in trying to be a good person to him.
Why does this happen whenever I feel we have things going perfectly well for us?
God please. I want to go back home. I buried my face in my bedsheets and cried harder. I feel so alone.
I just want to go back home.