I was awake since the past hour but Walid was still sleeping. I was still laying on his chest while his arms were lightly wrapped around my lower back.

He was sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake him up. On the contrary, I had rested my elbows on his chest, my hands under my chin and just gawked at him.

He was so handsome. If only he was this peaceful when he was awake. Or he was actually. Most of the time he was calm. Even when his anger raised to the next level, he did at least try and control it.

I wish I had that kind of control over myself. Nowadays, the smallest inconvenience could make me bawl my eyes out. Or probably not nowadays, I had always been like that.

Walid shifted a bit and his eyes shot open abruptly, almost making me jump in surprise.

I kept staring at him subconsciously. "You're creepy." He said, making me roll my eyes.

"Good morning to you to." I got up from him and stood up.

"What time is it?" He asked, stretching his arms as he looked around for his phone.

I didn't know what time it was myself, I had slept like a baby in his arms. I hadn't slept so peacefully in a long time.

"Ten." I said after checking my phone. My reply made him jump to his feet.

"Ten? Why did you not wake me up?" He complained grumpily.

"I didn't know I was supposed to." I muttered, making my way to the closet.

"I have to shower can you bring a suit for me." He asked, ignoring my reply as he hurried to take his shower.

I stood still in my place and felt nervous all of a sudden. He asked me for a simple favor that was common between normal husband and wife. For me, it wasn't. I was already blushing.

I shook my head at my silliness. It's not like he was going to get changed in front of me. I'll just hang his suit for him in the bathroom no big deal.

I went to the closet and picked out a black suit with a white button up shirt and black belt. Picking up a pair of boxers and socks, I made my way to the bathroom.

Pushing away the nervousness, I barged into the bathroom and quickly hung up everything for him. He was showering in the walk in shower so I couldn't see him, which I was thankful for.

I went back to the closet and picked up my clothes. It was starting to get chilly outside so I just went with a pair of black jeans and a black bodysuit. Not that I could step outside.

Going back to the room, I noticed Walid stepping out. He was putting on the white shirt, covering his muscular arms and toned chest as he buttoned the shirt. He pulled the shirt into his slacks and started zipping and buckling his belt, my eyes following his every movement.

"At this point, you can just eat me for breakfast." His flirtatious voice brought me back to reality.

"Walid." I warned with embarrassment before I wobbled to the bathroom. Shaking my head, I quickly showered, leaving out my hair since I had washed it last night. I left the bathroom and started straightening my hair.

As I stood in front of the dresser, Walid suddenly appeared behind me, startling me. "Call me if you need anything, I'll see you at dinner." He left a kiss at the back of my head and hurried out of the room.

Sighing, I continued straightening my hair. I was used to him leaving me alone at home. How much work did he actually have to do? He left early in the mornings, sometimes as early as 7 am. Came for dinner at 6pm, stayed half an hour then left and came back at midnight.

Was this how our life was supposed to be? Would it always be like this? Would I never get to spend a whole day with him alone? Would I always yearn to see just a glimpse of him?

Did he even miss me throughout the day, like I missed him? Did he even think about me once? I doubted it. If he had, he would make time for me and prioritize me.

He knew our relationship wasn't going well at the moment. The only thing we did was bicker and fight. After I found out he lied to my face, I tried to forget it and move on but I couldn't. He had disrespected me by lying looking into my eyes and then hiding the fact about my father.

Maybe I could forget that if I tried hard enough, but how would I ever forget that he had killed Jalil? My husband had killed someone. Or many people I should say. How would I ever learn to live with that?

What shocked me the most was my heart not wanting to accept it. I knew Walid was bratty and violent and aggressive, but deep down he was a good person. I had only seen the good side of Walid. Sometimes the bad one appeared but only sometimes.

Just like the day he had forced me into the shower just because his ego was hurt when Yusuf had playfully hit me on my arm. That was a bad side of him I never wanted to see again. But it made me wonder, could he be worse than that?

He committed murders, of course he could be worse than that.

What if he killed me one day? If I got on his nerves and he just pulled out the gun that's always resting on the holster around his waist and shot me without blinking.

The thought didn't even scare me. Why was I not afraid of him?

I knew he would never hurt me, but what if? What if he lost his mind one day and just killed me. Like he did with Jalil.

A shiver rushed through my body and I frankly shook my head, telling myself to stop overthinking.

~

"It's so pretty. You're gonna look so beautiful in it." I told Ariana, picking up the dress she had planned to wear for her henna night.

We were all seated in the open space living room. It was a bit chaotic since there were racks with dresses, designer heels, jewelry and what not spread all over the room.

We had dinner a while ago and now it was time for everyone to do some shopping. People went to the mall to do shopping but Walid had brought the whole mall to the mansion instead.

I had seen him earlier at dinner only and he had left after eating and informing there were people coming and we could buy anything we wanted and needed for the upcoming wedding.

There was so many things I didn't even know where to start looking so I just sat beside Ariana and tried to help her decide what to buy and what not.

The men of the house didn't seem to be at home since it was just us women. That was until Walid stepped inside, with his four most important men trailing behind him.

"Walid!" Natasha's annoying voice chirped as she stood up and flashed him the dress she had tried on. "What do you think? Should I get this one? Do I look nice?" She asked, twirling around.

He nodded at her before his eyes landed on me.

What was he nodding for? Did he think she looked nice?

A huff left my lips and I turned my attention back to Ariana. Asiya plopped beside me and she sighed.

"Did you not like anything?" I asked her.

"How can I like anything when everything I set my eyes one she takes it and tries it on. That bitch needs to leave our home as soon as possible before I choke her to death." Asiya complained.

"Asiya!" I warned. "She's our guest, we have to respect her nevertheless."

"I know you want to kill her too just admit it. The way she always stares at your husband, you want to choke her with her own hair, right?" Asiya was playing around now and I hissed at her.

There was some truth to her words but I would never admit it. She can stare at him all she wants, I didn't care.

A familiar obsessive aroma lingered in the air which me go mute as Walid took a seat beside me. Zaid and Rashid sat on the opposite couch beside Ariana while Pasha and Isak leaned on the armrest of each side of the couch.

"Jasmin, do you need help choosing a dress?" Isak asked flirtatiously, purposely adding a wink to get under Walid's skin.

I think he was the only one who got away with that much from Walid's side. Everyone else spoke to Walid like they had the most utter respect for him but Isak didn't let go of any opportunity to distress Walid.

It sometimes surprised me how Walid let him do it without consequences but I knew they had that kind of love hate relationship.

"You're the last person I would ask if I needed help choosing a dress." I faked a smile, making him pout.

"You're breaking my heart. I have a good taste, you would be surprised." He shrugged. I glanced at Walid and noticed him glaring at Isak.

He was always the one messing with me, maybe it was time he got a taste of his own medicine.

"Okay then. Help me choose a dress." I jumped to my feet and walked up to Isak. He looked surprised but smirked as he motioned to the helper to bring the racks with dresses.

He circled the racks and tried to find a dress. He pulled out a blue gown and held it out as he inspected it. "This one will make your eyes shine bright like a diamond, but it's not your style." He put it back. He pulled out a baby pink gown and smirked at me. "You will look like Barbie in this one, but it's not giving wedding vibes."

I felt someone's eyes on me and I almost felt sorry for Isak for the wrath he was about to face if he continued.

"You will look like a queen in this one, but you should wear it when I take you out on a dark romantic date." He held out the black gown in front of me.

His words made me panic and my eyes darted to the couch to see Walid's reaction but he wasn't there.

A loud sound was heard behind me and I turned to see the racks had fallen to the floor with Isak between them, covered in dresses.

"Daddy chill." Isak let out between a hiss of pain, looking up at Walid.

The room went silent and everyone's attention turned to us. But it didn't even take a second before everyone went back to their tasks as if they were used to the scene of front of them.

Me on the other hand finally felt bad for Isak and I walked past Walid whose back was facing me.

"Are you okay?" I removed the dresses that had landed on top of him and helped him up before turning to Walid with crossed arms.

Walid looked at me before narrowing his eyes and looking at Isak behind me. He was warning him through his eyes and I glanced at Isak to see he had his arms crossed as well, like he was waiting for me to scold Walid.

"Do not even dare." Walid warned when I opened my mouth to say something. I rolled my eyes and walked up to him.

"Jealousy ruins relationships." I said lowly only for him to hear, reminding him of his own words. He stared at me for a moment before a devilish smirk took over his face.

He suddenly walked away to the other side where everyone else were seated. My blood started boiling when he approached Natasha and took a seat beside her.

Wrong move Walid...wrong move.

With squinting eyes I watched her playfully show him a bunch of dresses while he said either yes or no to them.

Rage was building inside me and didn't even know I had the capacity to get so angry over such small things.

"He's trying to get under your skin, usually he hates that woman." I heard Isak say and I turned back around.

The two sisters and Walid's friend's were looking between me and Walid.

"I'm not a child to get jealous." I finally said, some of them believed me some of them didn't.

Asiya suddenly jumped to her feet and started picking out dresses from the racks that the helper just now put back up again. "Me and Jasmin will try on dresses you guys will rate them." She pulled me with her to her room and I followed her dumbfounded.

"Try these dresses, the one you look ravishing in you'll walk out in it to 'show' Ariana and we'll see how he forgets about Natasha." She explained.

"Asiya, there's really no need-" She cut me off by giving me a warning through her eyes. I sighed and let her help me get into the dresses.

Almost of them were pretty but the one that caught her attention was the last red gown I put on. I watched myself in the mirror and the dress gave me a newfound confidence but I was still unsure.

"Asiya, Walid will kill both of us." I panicked.

"Are you serious? It's just a side slit let him say whatever it's not like you're wearing a bikini." She scolded, making me gulp.

I was just afraid how Walid would react to me wearing this dress to the wedding. But, she was right. He was busy helping Natasha choose a dress, I should do the honor for myself.

I twirled and smiled. The red long dress had a side slit on the left and the short sleeves were hanging off my shoulders.

Asiya also wore a dress she looked gorgeous in and both of us walked back to the living room. "We'll walk the runway." Asiya announced to Ariana and the guys before grabbing me and taking steps back. "Wait we need heels." She brought heels for us and I couldn't hold my laugh in anymore.

Everyone on the couch in front of us knew what was going on. They all laughed and Isak started wolf whistling.

When the heels were on we started moving in sync, both of us being extra dramatic with our walk purposely. Once we stopped in front of our little audience, we did our silly moves and I flipped my hair before walking back with Asiya.

They all cheered and clapped, following our act. My eyes finally landed on the other side of the living room. Aunt Sofia and Ariana's mother were busy with all the fabrics in front of them. Natasha's mother was trying to show everyone her dress but no one was looking. Natasha was glaring at us. Walid's step mother was nowhere in sight and Walid...

The moment my eyes landed on him my heartbeat almost stopped. He was standing in front of Natasha, ignoring her completely now as his eyes were set on me.

I couldn't read the look on his face but I noticed his eyes had darkened and he put his lips in a thin line as if he was trying to cool his temper. He sat down suddenly and he looked stressed. Was he having a stroke?

"10/10 both of you!" Isak purposely screamed like a maniac, turning my attention back to them.

Asiya went on and asked Ariana and the guys to rate the dresses and everyone gave us high numbers and I could feel my legs almost giving up upon feeling someone's burning gaze on me.

I tried to ignore it and laughed at a joke Zaid told before turning to Asiya. "That's enough, let's go change."

She nodded and I pulled out the heels and held up the gown before rushing up the stairs to go back to her room.

When I entered one of the hallways my steps halted. The footsteps behind me weren't Asiya's anymore, they belonged to him. He was behind me.

A rush of panic washed through me and I hastily moved again without looking back. I quickened my pace and ran from him. I passed random hallways and didn't even know where I was going anymore but I kept on running.

I appeared at the familiar hallway at the far end where only our room was located. It was a dead end. I had nowhere to escape.

Stopping, I slowly turned around and like expected, he appeared at the end of the hallway.

My chest heaved up and down while he was walking towards me calmly, like he hadn't just chased me around the house.

"Umm, hi Walid." The nervousness took over me.

He didn't reply and just kept walking towards me, his eyes still holding the darkness I had seen downstairs.

"Do you need something?" I continued, not knowing what to do or where to run.

"Do I need something?" He sounded ironic. "I need you to f*cking stay still."

I hadn't even noticed I was taking steps back and I abruptly stopped.

I bit my lower lip when he stopped in front of me and his eyes trailed from top to toe. How could the way he was looking at me make me feel giddy and nervous? How was that possible?

He circled around me, inspecting every single inch of my body before stopping in front of me again. "You have some courage, choosing this dress." He finally said, his voice calmly dangerous.

"What do you mean? I like it." I stated, looking down at the dress.

The moment I looked back up at him, he caught me off guard by wrapping his fingers around my neck. He squeezed but not to the point where I felt any pain.

"I like it too, I like it a lot. But I don't like that anyone else will see you looking so heavenly appealing." He spoke slowly, his fingers pressing even harder around my neck.

"Well then, it's decided. I will wear this dress for the wedding." I purposely annoyed him further, digging my own grave.

His expression changed and a wicked smile crept over his face. "Well then, it's decided. I'll commit many murders that day."

The words leaving his mouth made my heart drop. Just the thought made me sick and I gripped his hand and tried to pull it away from my neck.

"It's not funny." I muttered, still struggling to release his grip.

"I don't remember telling a joke. Whoever lays their disgusting eyes on you in a wrong way, I will show them no mercy." He spoke so nonchalantly, as if whatever he was saying was the most normal thing in the world.

"Do that and I'll start looking for a new man among them. Someone who's far from a psychopath." I didn't know where the courage came from but he had to know he couldn't wrap me around his finger and boss me around.

He pushed me against the wall, his fingers never leaving my neck. "You can choose one from the dead bodies." I cringed at his words and tried to push him away but it only angered him more. "How many f*cking times do I have to tell you to not utter such bullshit in front of me?"

"Go to Natasha then, I'm sure she'll dance to your tunes without batting an eye." I felt myself losing my temper just thinking of him standing beside her.

Maybe, both of us were crazy...

"Why would I go to her when I have you? My submissive little princess." The way he said it, made my anger rise to another level.

"Submissive little princess my foot. As soon as the war is over, I'll show you how it's really going to be. You had a lot of fun jumping into a marriage with me, I'll show you what it's actually like to have me as a wife." I let out, my words only making him laugh.

"Who cares about the war? Show me now. I really wanna see you disobeying me so I can punish the f*ck out of you."

I got more furious and my hands were all over him, trying to push him off but he didn't even budge.

"Walid, let me go." I sternly requested.

His smile just grew and he finally let me go. I didn't even take a step when his arms instead wrapped around my back. He glued me to his chest and I gritted my teeth as I tried to hit his shoulders to make him back off.

"I'm serious, let me go. I have no business spending another minute with a brat like you." I let out, still wiggling in his grip.

What annoyed me even more was that he was finding it funny. He was amused at my anger, which irked me even more.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked.

"No!" I almost shouted as I looked up at him.

"I'm just saying for your sake. You will calm down if I kiss you." He shrugged and talked like he was talking to a child.

But I was no child. I knew him by now. I knew his little games and knew what he was trying to do.

"I said let me go." My voice got weaker and the reason to that was the way he was looking at my lips.

I tried hard not to get affected by it. He was messing with me, trying to show me who was in control. I couldn't fall into the trap again.

He leaned down, inches away from me. Just when is lips were going to press on mine, I turned my head to the side.

He didn't move and let out a dark chuckle instead before straightening. "So much anger is not good for your health." He announced.

"Don't flatter yourself, you can't affect me in any way. I'm not angry so keep barking." I huffed.

"I didn't know I had such mean wife. You're a witch. Are you sure voodoo grandma is not your real grandmother?" His words made me furious and I wanted to slap his handsome face.

"Did you just call me a witch?"

"A sexy witch." He winked.

My hand reached the vase put on the side table beside us and I picked it up before proceeding to slam it over his head.

Unfortunately, he had quick reflexes and he pushed my hand away making the vase drop to the floor. The vase didn't even break, but I was sure his head would break if I had hit him with it.

"Violently aggressive sexy witch." He nodded at me, making me want to scratch his face to take the smug look off it.

"If you're done for today, can you leave me alone like you usually do? If you're gonna come home just to annoy me, don't ever come home!"

"You started it." He pointed.

"Really? I was the one nodding my head at Natasha telling her she looks nice?" I asked, suddenly getting the urge to cry just thinking of him finding other women attractive.

What was wrong with me?

"I never told her that."

"You nodded when she asked you, meaning you agreed to her looking nice." I reminded.

"I didn't even hear what she said I just nodded to get away from her." He defended. "You got jealous over that?" The smug look was back on his face and he inspected me curiously. "I thought I was possessive...you just topped the list." He seemed proud of it too.

I was lost for words until I finally blurted something out. "You wish I was jealous. Why would I get jealous over you, you're not that special."

"Am I not?" He challenged.

"You're not. You're just an average guy who's obsessed with me." That made him let out a dark chuckle as he dropped his head and shook his head.

"It's good you finally know about my obsession. You should look it up, an obsessed man can do the most unpredictable things so you better watch that mouth of yours." He threatened, the amusement still radiating from him.

"Would you ever kill me?" I asked, my shoulders slumping.

A deep frown took over Walid's face as he watched me, trying to figure out if I was messing or serious. When he realized I was dead serious, he let go of me and took a step back.

"Are you f*cking serious?" He let out, running his hand through his hair in a stressful way. "I knew you were stupid but I didn't know you were that stupid." He turned around and left after uttering those words that hurt me more than they should've.

Was I stupid for thinking he might kill me one day? He killed other people, what would stop him from killing me?