twenty-seven: betrayal

gif of finn

not proof-read!

The baking fiasco was going horribly. They really are terrible bakers. I would probably die by eating one of there cakes.

I tasted the batter that Dante made. It tasted like the tears of children. Also there was this salty taste to it. I spat the batter in a nearby tissue. "What did you put in there?" I ask, taking a large gulp of water. "It's so salty!"

Marco snorted. "He probably did put salt."

Dante shook his head in denial. "Did not!" He looked hesitant. "Oh! You said sugar!"

I slapped my forehead so hard that I probably leaving a red mark. "This isn't working!" I exclaimed. "Let's just give up."

Straight away the three men gave me puppy eyes. I swear this isn't fair. I'm the one who is suppose to be giving those eyes.

I sighed. "Alright fine. Third time lucky."

It took us six eggs on the floor, flour on our clothes and confusion with the butter to get our cake ready to be cooked in the oven.

"Wow, we actually did it." Finn commented, staring intensely at the cake batter.

"And look at that, treasure. We are still alive." Marco said to me.

"For now." Dante added.

I have never been so scared to put cake in the oven before.

Marco placed the cake batter in the oven. WITHOUT OVEN GLOVES. Before I could stop him, he grunted painfully dropping the cake batter. But Dante managed to safe the cake.

I rushed over to Marco and grabbed his hand. "Remember to wear oven gloves next time." I inspected his hand which was slightly burnt.

"Noted." He nodded.

"I saved the cake!" Dante exclaimed happily.

We all ignored him. I switch on the cold tap water, placing his hand underneath it to cool down the burn.

"Where do you keep the bandages?" I asked Marco.

He dismissed me. "You worry too much. I'm fine."

"Liar. It looks painful. You put half of your hand in a hot oven." I stated to him.

Dante rummaged through one of the cupboards and hands over a bandage towards me. "Here."

I smiled to him as a thank you. I remove Marco's hand from the cold water, switching off the tap after. Then I wrapped his hand with bandage over the burnt area.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." I look up to Marco who was staring at me with his smouldering eyes of his. I could literally feel myself melting to a pool.

Oh God, what was happening to me? I felt like some love-struck teenager. But I'm not even in love with him!

"We should probably put the cake in guys."

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While waiting for the cake, Dante went off and Marco had to get some work done. Finn and I decided to spend some time together.

"Do you love him?" He asked. "Marco do you love him?"

My head snapped to Finn, my mouth opened wide. "What?!"

"You love him, don't you? It's obvious the signs are there." He told me. He wasn't even staring at me, but his eyes were dangerously dark which I never saw from Finn.

"Fuck! You love him! Why? What does he have that I don't?! Is it because he's rich?!" He shouts. My eyes widened at his accusation.

Finn never shouts. Who was this man?

"It's pathetic! You are like all the other women that throw themselves at him because of money. I expected more from you! Honestly, I am so fucking disappointed. You are like all the bloody women. A pathetic desperate whore!"

I acted on my own account and slapped him. It was quick. He didn't expect it and I didn't expect it. His face was turned to the side almost in shock then he held a hand to his red angry looking cheek.

"How dare you." I whispered lowly. "Do you really think of me that way? You have known me for almost my entire life and yet you would think I would do that?! A pathetic desperate whore am I?" I laughed bitterly.

"Ophelia." Finn said my name with sorrow.. There was guilt in his eyes.

"I would never throw myself at him for money and you should of all people know that. I don't love Marco because I am in love with you." I felt tears brimming in my eyes.

Don't cry. Do not cry.

"Oh my God. Ophelia, I lo-"

I cut him off. "No. You don't." I walked away from the living room, but I halted when I heard Finn say:

"I slept with Camilla at the party."

Unbelievable. What happened to that kind, caring person that I know for years? Did he disappear over night?

"I am so sorry. I saw you and Marco. I got jealous. Please forgive me. We can work things out, we can find a way to be together."

What a prick. Just when I thought his betrayal couldn't get any deeper. "Damn you, Finn. We can't work things out because what you did just gave me a perfect reason why I deserve better and why we can never be together."

Without turning back I walked out of the living room. I had no idea where I was going, but I know it wasn't in this house.

"Treasure."

My nearly teared eyes were staring at Marco, he was looking at me with a sad expression. He didn't say anything. He just stared.

Oh God, I felt like bursting out crying any minute.

Marco just pulled me into a hug. He was gently stroking my back. "Treasure. I am not going to say sorry because I am not. But I am going to say sorry that I haven't been there for you. I am your fiancé. It is my duty to protect you, even if you hate me."

I snuggled my head into his chest, inhaling his musk. I hugged him back tightly. I needed this. I needed someone to confront me.

And surprisingly, Marco was the only one that could.

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God damnit Finn

U fucked up badly mate

So how many have u guessed that Finn was had some sort of side-chick or girlfriend whilst Ophelia was pinning over him.

I diiiiid, well obviously I am the writer. I control everything MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

my go-to song for this chapter? Jimin - Lie <3 it fit so well with this chapter. CAUGHT IN A LIEEEE

see you in the next chapter!

have a lovely day or night!

nat xxx