Page 111 of Owned Bratva Bride
I was in bed.
I felt the relaxing softness beneath my body before I opened my eyes.
Opening my eyes, I saw that I was snugly covered in clean covers. My head still felt heavy, and my limbs ached. But I felt warm. Safe.
Eduard sat on the couch. He was barefoot, his black pants matching his T-shirt. He had a faraway look in his eyes, like he was deep in thought.
I gently turned to the side.
Eduard’s eyes met mine.
He watched me silently, his jaw clenched, and his distant gaze shifted into something that resembled worry. I blinked, feeling that he was afraid I might get hurt again.
“Why….” I cleared my throat. “Why did you take my phone?”
He tilted his head.
A small smile crossed my face.
“I mean, I think I knew deep down that I didn’t lose it. You took it. But, we weren’t exactly approachable,” I explained before asking another question that had been on my mind. “Why did you become distant?”
There was a pause before his throat bobbed.
“I was mistaken.”
“Mistaken? About?” I prompted.
“I got the CCTV footage of the night of the Bratva event. I saw the text Lucien sent to you. I saw you look over your shoulder as you sent a response. I doubted you,” he disclosed, his tone unusually low.
I was dumbstruck.
Fingers encasing each other, he went on.
“Although I wasn’t sure he was the sender then, the likely possibility made me spiral. A part of me wasn’t convinced that you would, but I thought you might be working with him. That maybe you were feeding him information. The chances that you were probably on his side made me take a step back.”
His paranoia was unbelievable.
“I’m not so stupid to be on the side of a man who lied to me and then tried to kill me,” I dropped, rolling my eyes at him.
“I know. But I wasn’t sure then; everything pointed in the same direction. The fact that you deleted the messages exchanged between you both made it harder. I asked myself if you would delete them if they meant nothing.”
“I deleted them because I didn’t want to have any link to him ever again. I even blocked his number so he wouldn’t try to reach me again,” I confessed.
“You should have told me about it. Why didn’t you?”
“You don’t get to blame me for not telling you when you were busy playing your distance game.Youshould have told me when you discovered something suspicious,” I lashed out.
“I had to investigate first. I couldn’t question you over a text that might have been from anyone else,” he answered, his tone angry.
“But the same text was enough for you to push me away!”
I sat up.
“Put yourself in my shoes. I wasn’t even sure if you were genuine,” he fired back.
“That’s exactly why you should have asked. It’s what normal people do. It would have saved us the tension and uncertainty,” I accused.
We settled into a heavy silence.
