My Binding, His Charade

Lyssandra's POV

“Lyssandra, Eira was just a kid back then. She didn’t understand right from wrong. She’s been remorseful for years about what her mother did.

She has already apologized to you. Why hold onto the past so tightly?”

The betrayal I faced and the shame I have been stigmatized with. Imagine! My dad married Eira's mom's sister after everything this family did to us.

As if her mother's crime wasn't good. They went ahead and deceived my dad. I can't forget this! I can't forgive her. Never!!!

The physical and emotional abuse that threw me into an endless abyss—that's what I call the past.I was even injured then. Refusing to forgive Eira wasn't about being petty.

He persuaded his family and they were the one who took me to the clinic to see a healer back then; he knows better than anyone how deeply I loathe my so-called relative.

Yet, he chose to fall in love with Eira and align himself against me.

When Kellan reached out to take my hand, endeavoring to facilitate reconciliation with Eira, I smacked his hand away.

“Kellan, who gave you the ordersity to ask me to forgive them?” I asked sharply and my fury was consumable.

They killed my mom and went ahead to deceive my father to marry their sister. None of them came to my mom's funeral ceremony.

Kellan gazed at the back of my hand, now red from where I had smacked him and

he grimaced with a scrunching face and wrinkling forehead.

“Lyssandra , I’m just trying to be of help. You’re without a mom now. In Fact, Eira and her family are the only close relatives you have left aside from your dad. Just let it go.

Forgive them

Why hold on to the past and continue to suffer?”

“You need to move forward, don’t you?”

Kellan’s words were meant to be like a succor and solace to me. But the impulsiveness I knew so well was already revealed through his calm demeanor and composed expression.

But there was no longer the familiar tenderness and care in his voice.

I could feel my heart, already wounded, splintered and crumbled to nothing.

The gravity of the pain I felt was so severe, it left me almost speechless.

Eira’s mischievous eyes, brimming with feigned sorrow, held a glint of the same smugness and provocation as before.

“It's okay if it's extremely complicated to forgive me, Lyssandra'l. I’ll keep the guilt until you accept me as your non-biological family.”

“Vamoose!”

I glided through the hallway tightly to keep myself from shaking too violently.

Kellan l’s impatience was unmistakable.

“Lyssandra, why are you being so dramatic and unreasonable? Nobody is perfect—where has your tolerance gone?” he spoke as his tone elevated slightly.

I was on the verge of commiting suicide as a result of what Eira's mom and her family did. He witnessed all of that.

Once, he'd argue with them on my behalf, even to the point of furious outbursts.

What on earth had driven him to oppose me and start justifying Eira and even her family?

I let the anguish overwhelm my senses and told Kellan, word by word.

“Unless she or her mother dies before my eyes, I will never forgive her!”

Kellan’s forehead was experiencing a rhythmic ache and he was visibly about to lose his temper.

This was the typical expression he had when he raged at Eira's.mom on my behalf.

“Lyssandra! What brought about this transformation in you?How did you become so disillusioned after just six years? If you can’t find it in yourself to forgive her mom, then at least apologize to Eira! I can’t bear the idea of people ridiculing my mate and fiance for being a bitter, vindictive woman!

“Your mother's demise was so painful I know but don't bear grudges and pour out your anger and fury on an innocent lady.

Her mother made a grave mistake, but she didn't deserve to die. It's not her fault that your dad has to marry her mom's sister. Please! Don't blame all your misfortune on Eira.”

He practically spat out the word

“didn't deserve to die” through gritted teeth.

The disgust that flashed across his face was clear to me. So, the person who swore to protect me for life was now clearly fed up with me.

At the end, all my misfortune and pain had become the sword he used to wound me, leaving me scarred and broken once more.

Once, the man who would feel heartache and tear up at the mention of my nightmares and pains no longer held me close and promised.

“Eira, as long as I’m here, no one or monster can hurt you!”

He had once used his charming love and care to pull me out of the abyssof emotional trauma and torture I was once in. But now, he was the one who had shoved me back in.

For Elara’s sake, he referred to me as a monster!

Trembling uncontrollably, I could no longer glide to the hallway and staggered backward.

Kellan hastily steadied me, only to see that my knee was swollen. I had sustained an injury.

He immediately squatted to inspect the injury.

“How did you hurt your knee so badly?”

“Forget it. If you won’t apologize, I’ll do it for you, but you mustn’t be so disrespectful in the future.”

I forced my hand away with all my strength, my face was gloomy as I pointed toward the door.

“Get out! All of you, get out!”

Kellan, acknowledging my defenselessness, attempted to pacify me with an affectionate embrace.

But Eira, tears shimmering down her cheek, bowed deeply and said.

“Lyssandra, I’m leaving now. Please, don’t torment yourself over this.”

As she turned to leave, she spun too quickly, crashing into the doorframe and falling sideways.

Kellan, in a split moment, released me and rushed to catch her. They both tumbled out into the hallway together.

Despite everything, Eira’s head still struck the doorframe, instantly turning red with a hint of blood seeping out.

Kellan jumped to his feet, lifting her as he quickly rushed towards the elevator.