Chapter 6

　　Louisa's POV 　　As soon as I said the word "Laura", Lucas seemed to change into another person. 　　I had never seen him being so mad like that. 　　I could see fires of anger in Lucas' eyes and popped veins on his forehead. 　　He dragged me on the floor all the way into the bedroom. 　　Then, he pressed my face against a contract on the table. 　　I saw his gun lying next to my head. 　　"How did you know that name?!" He barked next to my ear. 　　I felt that he wanted to crash me into pieces with his bare hands. 　　I couldn't say a word. 　　My mind went blank because of tremendous terror. 　　"I'm asking you a fucking question now! Answer me!" Lucas roared and pressed harder. 　　"You mentioned her name on our wedding night... You were drunk and you confused me with her..." I opened my mouth, trying to get more air into my lungs. 　　Lucas pulled me up to look into my eyes. 　　"Do not ever mention that name! Did you hear me?! You've got no fucking right to mention that name in front of me!" he growled. 　　I had been waiting for six weeks to talk to my husband and is this what I've got? 　　All I wanted to know was which fucking bitch's name he was chanting when he was on top of me! 　　Was it a crime?! 　　I finally reached the point of break. 　　So I pushed him away from me and let it all out - 　　"If you love that Laura bitch so much, why didn't you marry her instead?! And who's that fucking bitch Jessica by the way?! Why didn't you marry her instead of making my fucking life more miserable than it has already become?! I'd rather die to be used and tossed around like this!" 　　Then, I got hold of his gun on the side of the table. 　　He frowned, but he didn't move. 　　Obviously, it wasn't the first time he had confronted someone holding a gun at him. 　　I tossed the gun into his hand and held it against my head. 　　"Kill me! Pull the fucking trigger! End my fucking miserable life right now! So you can enjoy your fucking threesome life with Laura and Jessica!" I shouted. 　　Lucas looked surprised by my sudden outburst of anger. 　　I thought he would push me away or punch me in the face, but he didn't. 　　He looked calm and reserved as always. 　　He put the gun on the table and pulled a chair for me. 　　I sat down reluctantly. 　　He took his seat next to me and leaned forward. 　　"Laura was my best friend. I met her for the first time when I was six and I knew I would marry her one day. But someone put a bullet into her chest seven years ago when I was about to propose to her. Before she passed away in my arms, she asked me to take care of her sister Jessica." 　　He took a towel and wrapped me up. 　　Then, he continued, "I don't love Jessica. She's like a sister to me. I could have easily purchased your marrow from your deadbeat foster father, but I'm not an asshole. I know it's a lot to ask from a good girl like you. My people have been tagging you all day long. You don't do drugs. You always go straight home after work every night and take care of everyone in your family. It's a mistake to get you involved in my life. Anyway, whatever happened that night was a mistake. I was drunk and frustrated. But sustaining the marriage between us is the least thing I could do to make up for you. When you get used to being my wife, you'll see it's not an entirely bad thing." 　　I am nothing but a mistake. 　　I became even more furious and said, "No offense, but you're a mafia boss! People around you get whacked all the time! And now you're telling me this isn't an entirely bad thing?!" 　　He stared at me and said in a plain, confident voice, "Your safety is guaranteed, if that's your only concern. Ever since I lost Laura, I've been working on getting my business legitimized. Whacking people down was my father's trade. Now we only focus on being the most promising listed company in the world. As long as you stay being my wife, you'll get everything you want in the world..." 　　"I want to be loved by my husband." I interrupted him. My lips were trembling. 　　Lucas continued his speech in a slow, deep voice, "You'll get everything you want in the world except me." 　　My heart sank. 　　But I didn't want to give up. 　　I held his hands in mine. 　　"Lucas, I understand it's hard to lose someone that you love, but you need to move on with your life.." 　　"Nobody will replace my Laura," Lucas said. 　　His piercing blue eyes were flickering with cold light, reminding me of the distance between me and him. 　　Then, he stood up and put on his clothes. 　　"This is the end of our conversation for today," he said. "Sign the contract and get some sleep. The first transplant is tomorrow." 　　Then, he kissed the top of my head briefly and walked off without looking back. 　　As I lifted my arms and tried to hold him, but he had already left. 　　The warmth of his breath and the fragrance of his cologne were still lingering on me. 　　I sat on the cold floor for a while. 　　I felt that I had been floating in the air for a whole month and got suddenly pulled down by the concrete gravity of my life. 　　Suffocated and depressed, I stood up to open the window. 　　But when I stretched out my arms, the only thing I could do was cover my face and start sobbing. 　　I sat down next to the table. 　　The contract lay on top of it. 　　I picked up the pen on the table and put my signature on it. 　　Then, I added a figure "1" in the blank of the price for every marrow transplant. 　　One dollar. 　　That's all I want from him. 　　But I'll make sure he pays for what he's done to me.