Page 132 of His Cursed Heart

"He stole the painting. You didn't give it to him. He stole it." I don't know how I can still talk, but I need to make her understand that it's not her fault.

When I gave her the painting, somewhere deep in my heart I knew that it's not gonna be safe forever.

After all, I was born to suffer.

"I-I need to go." I stutter, my body already tired.

"You're going to tell him?"

"I have to. Before he finds the painting."

"He loves you," I puff brokenly at that. "Althea, he looks at you like you are his whole world."

No one can love me.

That's the curse I received when I was born, along with a life full of pain.

The moment Everette met me, his heart got cursed too. I had to watch him chose my sister while my heart was begging for him to recognize me. He had to live a lie because of the curse.

His cursed heart.

Isn't that ironic.

"Talk to you soon." I whisper.

"Ti amo, mia sorella da un altro universo."

I let my phone slip from my hand, crashing to the ground. I walk with little steps toward our bedroom, seeing Harper and three other guards holding a man in their hold. The man seems dead, but I know he's just unconscious. A trace of blood forms behind them, and I know the housekeepers will have their fun washing that.

My husband loves to play with his prey.

The guards nod their heads at me and continued their way.

My feet stop at the door to our room and I think about all the possibilities. My head lowers and my heart get heavy.

It was nice to feel loved. Even if it was for a moment.

With tears in my eyes, I enter the room, prepared for everything, but this.

Everette sits on the bed, with his hand on the left side of his chest, pale as a ghost. His gaze is stuck on the sheets, but only when I get closer to him, I see that his eyes can't come off from the picture.

"No," I whisper-gasp when the figures of us is in front of him.

Powerful sobs make me fall on my knees in front of him, with my arms on the bed and my fingers on my mouth. His face is emotionless, but his chest is moving

fast and hard.

"What am I looking at, Althea?" I cry harder when his rough voice demands answers.

"Please just let me explain," I stop when his cold, green eyes turn to look at me.

"Get up." He orders.

"Please-" I try but it's useless. I can't move, I can't think.

"I said, get the fuck up." He growls at me.

I look down, feeling like I can't breathe anymore. I deserve every single thing he gives me, but it hurts too much.

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