Trapped With The Devil

Section 9

Sam turned off his television and let out a huff. The news of Eros and Selena's wedding makes her really scared to get out of the apartment. He also found hundreds of messages coming in from several paparazzi. As a friend, Sam repeatedly tried to contact Selena and had gone to her apartment this morning, but the results were nil. A woman who lives next door to Selena's apartment said she had not been seen since last night.

Everything must be related to Eros. The man must have known that Selena would be attacked by paparazzi. But he couldn't trust Eros just like that, especially after the man's treatment a few years ago.

Sam felt so useless. He could do nothing but pray for Selena's safety. He hoped that no matter what happened, the woman would be fine.

"Trust me, Sam. Selena is a strong woman."

***

"You still love him?"

Hearing Selena ask a question she shouldn't have heard, the young servant tried to leave the place without making a sound. He will return to clean up the figura that has been destroyed after the two people solve the problem.

"My feelings are none of your business." Eros answered coldly after being silent for a while. "You can stay here, but that doesn't mean you can touch my stuff as you please."

Selena smiled bitterly. Next to his foot was hit by the broken glass from the figura and bleeding. "Of my heart yes," he said interspersed with sliced ruckus. "Then what have you been doing to me all this time? Aren't you the same? You always act as you please."

Eros gave a rough sigh. "That's it, I don't want to argue!" He went home to get some documents that were left behind. But he really did not expect Selena to be around his room, let alone touch things that should not be touched by anyone.

Selena closed her eyes as Eros passed through her body and into the room. But before long, as Selena knelt down to pick up the broken glass, Eros returned with something in her hand.

"What are you doing?!" His jaw is back hard. Quickly he grabbed Selena's arms and pulled the woman's body to stand. "I told you not to touch that thing!"

"Why?" selena asked calmly. "You still love him a lot, don't you? To someone who claims to hate Emilia, don't you look more like a heartbroken man who can't have her?"

"Shut up."

"Open your eyes. Everything you're doing right now just proves that you can't let go."

"Say quiet!" Eros panting. The grip on both of Selena's arms was strong, but the woman did not show the slightest expression of pain. "Can you not say something that provokes my anger?!"

Selena releases Eros' hand on both her right and left arms. "I never asked you to drag me into your troubles. Remember that." The woman turns and enters the room after Eros realizes that her leg is injured.

The man seemed to want to say something, but the door to the room was immediately closed by Selena.

"You still love him?"

Selena's question was spinning in her head. Of love? Eros believes that feeling has changed to hate. But why..he still keeps the figura in his house?

Yep. Wh why?

***

In the afternoon, in the middle of spring, it rained suddenly. Selena hugged her knees on the bed and stared blankly at the rainwater that was soaking through the window.

Feeling confused. Whether because of what or because of who, Selena does not understand.

His heart had been empty, almost numb for several years. But after Eros returns, his emotions get messed up. Though he should be able to control his emotions because Eros already has no meaning for him anymore. But as people say, first love is never that easy to forget. There are times when Selena thinks that the feeling may still be there, but every time she remembers how Eros treated her, Selena becomes resentful. Hate to see how bad the man's temper was towards him.

Did Eros choose her because she was a woman who was easy to use and then dumped afterwards?

Selena promised never to forgive Eros. Do not let for a second time he is trapped with all the tricks of the man or he will be destroyed after previously had become a piece.

Selena gasps. His fingers touched a drop of water flowing in the corner of his eye. She cried. Again. So weak, so fragile.

No. gabe. No. gabe. Enough for her to be a weak woman. He has no one but himself. Should he always cry for all the problems he faces?

Selena shakes. Remove the tears that fall rough. His soft eyes turned into a determined look. All the fear he put away.

From now on.he will follow the man's game.

***

Sucks. Eros really hates the rain, especially coupled with being stuck in traffic that takes up a lot of valuable time.

Tapping his fingers at the wheel, Eros occasionally glanced at the circular watch in his left hand. Every time he closed his eyes, he recalled Selena and the woman's words. A stupid woman who is very difficult to tame, but used to be so innocent and weak.

Eros smiled wryly. He should focus on the business he has just developed. Although the business has stood under the name of his late father, Eros does not want to be labeled as a spoiled child who depends on family heritage. He will not be Alex who can only sit in the chair of his former father, even though it is the position of director. He is a free man. His life is his choice.

"Yes?" he said when he received the call. Just then the car in front of him drove back. Good thing, he doesn't have to curse or press the horn over and over. "I'm on the road. About ten minutes until."

All of that happened so quickly when Eros had just stepped on the gas but a second later he had to step back on the brakes of his car. Eros hastily removed his seatbelt and opened the car door. His body crouched down to reach a woman who sat down as a result of being hit by his car.

"You okay?"

Sniggered. Eros was deathly pale as the woman turned her head and grimaced in pain while holding onto her knee.

"E-Eros?"

That lady...

"Emilia."

***

"Miss Selena?"

The maid frowned as Selena snatched the photo of Eros and Emilia from her hand. Her eyes were rounded as Selena without a cue tore the photo apart with a flat expression.

"N-Miss!" said hysterical.

Selena tore it into small pieces, then said in a cold tone, "i am Eros' fiancee, it's appropriate that there are no portraits of other women in this house."

The waiter was downcast and at a loss for words. Truly, one can change as quickly as the blink of an eye.