Hellish Obsession - Chapter 14：Serial killer?

The mansion was shining with the glow of the fairy lights from the entrance to its yard. It looked exactly like the wedding venue of the would-be couple even though the events won’t be held there.

Aveline and Peter got off from the car, then seconds later were welcomed by the servants with the courtesy of bows and several kinds of sweets in their hands. Wyatts have been always known for their warm courtesies and creative decorating schemes. It’s a saying that they are the descendent of the people who designed Qidan Castle.

“Something about Wyatts gives me chills.” Ave heard Peter say in his lowest whisper. It was the first comment Peter made when they came here for the first time, and now again after about five years, he is saying the same thing, the comment is still the same. Even Ave doesn’t understand what makes them so different.

“Am I?” Peter inquired to himself before glancing behind his car. But finding no car behind his, he grunted. “Where is Ethy’s car?”

“She said she will buy a present for her mother in law. Don’t worry, she is with her cousin Rhia.” Ave had replied.

Peter looked pissed off when he mumbled. “The witch didn’t even say that we will be coming here. If she had said it before, I would have had a facial and looked better.”

“You can’t look better, Peter. You always look the worst.” Ave sneered and earned a glare. “Anyway, let’s go inside.” When he was inaugurating himself to react, she grabbed his hand and not wasting further time, made their way in.

The interior was luminous, yet every corner looked so dull. Peter and Ave smiled at the breathtaking fair views of Ethy’s in-laws with whom they met on their way to her fiance room, avoiding the open-mouth stares of the other guests.

“Whenever I come here, I feel so alien. Why do all of them have to be so damn beautiful?”

Ave heard Pet er whining alone as they walked upon the staircase. She let out a soft laugh. All the members of the Wyatt family are so beautiful, even their servants are stunning. This is the number one factor that makes people jealous of them.

Peter knocked on the door and after what felt like an eternity the door was opened. “Hi, Peter. It felt like aeons.” Sam said as he gave him a brotherly hug before turning to Ave who was standing beside him. “Hey, Ave.” He smiled at her. He had a handsome, angular face

Ave smiled back. “You look fatty.”

“You, meanie.” He pinched her nose. Even though he was a senior, he had been always so friendly towards them. He was a cute and funny man. “Come in. Ethy will be here in a few minutes.”

They entered the room and groped for the couch. Sitting on the softest settee, they spun their eyes around the room, quiet in its serenity. The room was frigid with a balcony and no windows.

Sam poured two drinks from the wine bottle that was placed on the coffee table and handed them the goblets.

“Thanks, dude,” Peter said.

“So, Ave. How is it going with your Drake?” He gave rise to a topic, however, it was never considered as a decent topic.

Ave’s goblet stopped short of her lips. “He is…”

“Relax. I asked if he is still hurting you.” He cut her off when she started hesitating.

“The prime minister is not qualified enough to hurt our princess.” Peter was the one to retort.

Sam nodded with a smile and was interrupted by his phone’s ringing. Noticing Ethy’s name on the display, he answered it right away. “Where are you, babe?”

“In front of the gate. Can you please come here? It’s urgent.”

“Yeah, sure. Coming.” With that, he declined the call and looked at Ave. “You guys finish the drinks. I am coming back.” He said before making his way outside the room, acting weird suddenly.

“What’s wrong with him?” Ave puzzled and saw Peter shrugged. “I will use the washroom.” She let out and slumped into the washroom.

Locking the door, she turned around to the faucet and as she saw the man in front of her, she almost jumped in awe, her lips parted. “Mr Ga…” Before she could scream out loud, her mouth was pressed against his hand, stopping her to make a sound.

“Shh…” He whispered, glaring at her. “Don’t even dare to scream.”

Ave jerked his hand away from her mouth. “You… Mr Gay, what are you doing here?” She paused and widened her eyes as he watched her with no interest. “Don’t say you are here on a mission. And you are a serial killer.”

He wasn’t ready to approach her, so he just hid here and tried to prepare himself. But it looked like his plan was failed from the very beginning. In frustration, he let free a soft sigh and shoved his hands inside the pockets. “What if I am?” He asked.

She stared at him, trying to understand the implication whilst he took steps forward and she trudged backwards. “What if I am here on a mission? And what if it’s you….”

She gasped when her back was pressed against the wall. There was no way to step back anymore. “I want to kill?” He completed the sentence in a stern voice and placed his hands on either side, pinning her to the wall.

Ave bit her lower lip and straightened her composure. “I-I don’t care as long as it’s me and not others.” She held her own breath as Xavier leaned closer until his nose brushed against hers.

“You are brave indeed but stupid.” He stated and just then the door was knocked from outside.

“Xavier. Bro, you still there?” Sam’s voice came upon like a sound drown to water. “Ave… are you guys… alright?” He kept asking.

“So you are his friend?” Ave squinted and the next second the red mark over the tattoos on his skin brought a smile to her face. “Oh? It’s still there.” She tried to touch his neck but he was fast enough to move away, saving himself from her touches.

“Get out.” He cleared his throat knowing how dangerous it can be to keep up in a locked place with this silly woman.

Ave didn’t even move a bit. “But we met and talked.” She kept her voice bold, eyes sparkling with determination.

“So?” Xavier blinked.

“You said you will do whatever I say.” She remembered it vividly.

It was the thing he was hiding from, however, his face hardened didn’t let himself move as her plan goes. “I didn’t talk first.” He endorsed himself.

“It’s the same. You did.” She urged.

He shook his head. “It’s not the same.”

She clenched her fists tightly as fury rushed through her blood although she managed to bury it inside and not to explode out. “So… you will be doing whatever I tell you to do when you will talk to me first?”

A soft breath escaped from his lips as he forced himself to nod, aware of the fact that she won’t stop unless he says yes. “Hm. Now get lost.” He opened the door and pushed her out of the washroom.