Page 50 of His Cursed Heart
Ivan looks at me again and nods, starting the car.
My mind takes me to my dear husband who must have his best life in a towel, under the sun's powerful rays.
A sudden image of his confused eyes is captivating my thoughts.
Last night I did something that I forbidden myself from doing. The vodka and the lack of sleep made them appear.
One moment I hate my husband and in other I'm desperately trying to make him understand that I have a heart.
One that shouldn't beat.
This morning, I woke up and a dried face and bloody fingertips. In my desperate attempts to make him stop touching me, I scratched his skin to the point of scarring.
And the look in his eyes is still haunting me. The green irises in a form that was too soft for a man like him.
I look out the window and see the buildings made of glass that make you blind because of their brilliance. Most people are dressed in tailored suits or wear luxury clothes, driving cars that look illegal.
Everything here looks rich.
It's my first time out of Italy and I already don't like it. It's true that I hate where I live…or used to live, but Italy has a rare beauty.
Almost half an hour later, Ivan takes a turn on a road surrounded on both sides by trees and which seems to isolate us from the noise of Chicago.
I move to the middle seat and look with wide eyes at the huge black mansion in front of me.
Ivan stops the car in front of the most beautiful house I've ever seen. I exit the vehicle and my mouth is a perfect O.
Although the house is completely matte black, the walls are huge windows. The gray stairs lead you into a huge living room that stretches over the entire surface of the house together with the kitchen.
The element that makes the building unreal is the suspended house on the ground floor. Two rectangles with smoked windows have terraces with plants and a swing. The architecture is so unusual because I can bet that the back of the house does not have glass walls.
What unites the two rectangles that appear to be bedrooms, is a triangular roof with the largest smoked glass, that has an overview of the forest and the city. The garage that separates the entrance to the house and the garden resembles a large bunker.
Who built this house?
"Mrs. Moretti, you know you can enter the house, right?" I look at Ivan who stands next to the door that leads right into the dream house.
"Welcome, ma'am." I look with wide eyes at the two men who are guarding the door. I was so fascinated with the house that I completely forgot about the real world.
I give them a quick nod and I enter the house. The exterior is dark, but the interior is full of cream and black furniture and I can see my reflection in the white marble floor.
I stay for about two hours to admire the whole house. I am at the second floor and I was right, there are two bedrooms here.
The main one in which me and Keaton are expected
to sleep in is situated in the middle of the floor, where the big wall glass is showing a beautiful image of the forest. The room in the right is like a mini living room with a big couch in the middle.
The guest bedroom is downstairs, so what is in the second part of this floor?
I move towards the left room ready to find a red room like the one in Fifty Shades of Grey. My husband is the kind of man who can have this room in his home.
I open the door and my breathe gets stuck in my throat.
The walls are colored in a lavender purple shade and in one corner I can see a stack of white and black canvases. On the right wall is a large table with a chair and the sight of what's on the table makes my hands tremble.
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