My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation-Chapter 254: Spilling Truths

(Karsten)

Seeing her lying there in that stupid white hospital gown, covered in bandages was one of the most painful moments of my life.

She appeared so broken, so lost.

Her beautiful hair had been completely chopped off and it made my heart scream.

And yet she tried to joke with me and smile. Her spirit was truly admirable.

I had decided not to speak about her trauma with her until she would initiate that conversation.

My hands itched to touch her, but did I even had the right?

But I wanted to feel her, feel the life forming inside her. The life that both of us had created together.

"You want this child? Speak openly, Karsten because I won’t tolerate lies and half-baked truths," she plainly said at my request.

My gaze travelled back to her face. Her resilient blue eyes stared at me, awaiting answers.

"I want both you and this child. You are my Phoenix, remember?"

She shook her head, a sadness seemed to have descended on her.

"I am not yours anymore. I don’t think I can belong to anyone after this experience. At least not in the near future."

She was hurt emotionally and physically. I knew it would take her a lot of time to recover from all the abuse she had gone through.

My hand slowly moved until it gently touched the tips of her fingers. I waited for her to withdraw it.

She didn’t.

She just watched me with her big, beautiful but teary eyes.

My fingers closed over hers, the bandages pale and clinical, hiding wounds, I couldn’t bring myself to even picture.

"I can wait, Arata. Take as long as you want. But you are the only woman for me."

My hand slid below hers. I leaned closer and placed my forehead on the back of her hand. My eyes closed, searching for a semblance of peace.

Hoping, praying that she would just let me stay like this for a while before pushing me away.

She frustratedly sighed but didn’t pull away.

"Karsten, all you have done is lie to me. Hold the truth from me. I don’t even know who you really are." The tone of her voice saddened me further. "You hid away behind masks and false persona. Never let me get the true glimpse of yourself. I can’t be with a man I can’t trust."

I opened my eyes and slid my gaze towards her. The tip of my nose rested on her hand. Soothing, the effect was soothing but the way I had hurt her was not.

"Ask, whatever you want to know. I will answer truthfully. I won’t hide anything."

She sadly shook her head.

"I shouldn’t have to ask you...the trust starts when you share because you want to, not because you are being forced or asked."

She was right. I had to tell her, what I had become, what I was always destined to be.

I knew she was going to hate me after this but I was going to be truthful.

No matter what the truth was, I would never hide it from her.

Carefully taking her hand in mine so I wouldn’t hurt her I began by telling her about my mother’s side.

How I belonged to a family which needed to give up their eldest male heir to become the Mafia Lord.

She didn’t flinch, just quietly listened without interrupting me. But her fingers curled around my hand when I told her I had finally accepted the position. I couldn’t read her expressions because of the bandages on her face but there was a glint of curiosity in her eyes, not abhorrence as I had expected.

"So you are a big bad mafia lord now? Going to kill people?" She asked, holding my gaze captive.

She didn’t let go of my hand, and I placed my other hand around it, too. Bringing it closer to my lips. I placed a small kiss on her thumb.

"If it means, keeping you safe, then yes."

A small smile curled up on her lips. That was my Blue Rose, smiling even in such a condition and over such an answer.

Nothing could trample her spirit.

"You have Ranold and Urisa, don’t you?" Seriousness clouded her voice. A flicker of something vicious flashed in her eyes.

I wondered what they had told her about themselves and me?

"Yes! But that’s a secret between you and me," I admitted.

"Just give them hell, Karsten. If something had happened to my child, I would have lost the will to live..." she paused, tears welling up in her eyes.

No, please, don’t cry. I never thought I would hate tears so much as I did with hers.

They made me feel utterly helpless like someone had tied me up and thrown me underwater.

"...I was—sure they were going... to kill me." She choked on her words and I lost all sense of control. Getting up I swiftly climbed in the bed with her. Placing one hand behind her shoulders and the other sliding under her head, I pulled her into myself.

My lips rested on her forehead, as she snuggled with me, crying openly in my chest. My eyes remained on her head and the insurmountable amount of pain made my heart clench. If seeing her like this was so painful for me, how agonising the experience must have been for her.

"No one will ever touch you again without your permission. And, once I am done with those two, they won’t even recognise themselves," I murmured against her skin and she shivered in my arms.

"Thanks for coming to save me even though I almost ruined your life by leaving evidence for my family to find," she sniffled, drawing in a deep breath, her eyes finding mine. "I thought you were my stalker."

My hand climbed onto her head, gently rubbing. "It’s not your fault, Arata. Ranold used my trust and friendship to seek revenge. To turn you against me. It’s his and my own doing. And I will keep asking forgiveness until you will be ready to forgive me and accept me back."

The light in her eyes dimmed and her face fell at my words.

She wasn’t going to accept me back. I could sense that.

But that child in her womb belonged to both of us.

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