Love Story

Chapter twenty four: Revealed


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Christine sat at one end of a table eating dinner with her captor Ivan Merik. “How’s your dinner?” Ivan asked her. Christine shrugged and sighed and poked it. “It’s…food.” Christine answered. Ivan chuckled at her and took a sip of wine as Christine drank her water it was healthy for the baby. “Were you a doctor?” Christine asked him. Ivan looked up at her and sighed. He put down his fork and nodded his head. “Yes…I was,” he answered her. Christine leaned forward. “Is there a story behind that…depressing answer?” Christine questioned. Ivan sighed once more and stood up and walked over to the window and then turned around and faced Christine. “Were you this talk active with Erik when he kidnapped you?” Ivan asked walking towards her slowly.
Christine placed her fork down and took a sip of water and looked away from Ivan’s gaze. She suddenly felt Ivan’s hands on her shoulders and he squeezed a little, but not in a threatening way but more in a comforting way. One hand slid up her hand and cupped her cheek from behind. The other hand stayed on her shoulder. Christine pulled away and stood up quickly and backed away from Ivan. “May-may I remind you that I am a married woman.” Christine told him quickly. Ivan rolled his eyes at her. Ivan began to walk towards her. “You asked me if there was a story behind my being a doctor,” Ivan said softly and slowly. Christine backed away and hit a dresser.

Ivan stood in front of her, very close-a little too close for Christine’s comfort. Ivan reached out and touched her cheek once more and Christine shivered. “Let me tell you a story Christine. A story about the man you married.” Ivan said. As he spoke Christine noticed his eyes. They had changed from being calm and collected to sad and unsure. “Six years ago I was a promising doctor with a fiancée. Her name…was Eliza. She came from England with me here because her father was Persian…a Persian gang lord,” Ivan paused and Christine feared where this story was going. “Your husband, Erik Orion and his brother Amar Khan were two of Eliza’s father’s most trusted men and whatever dear old daddy said they should do they did with out a second thought. I wasn’t welcomed in Eliza’s family so like a piece of trash I was thrown out into the streets, beaten like a dog and left for dead. Your husband and his brother did that to me. It took six months to heal from the beating. When I returned…Eliza was pregnant with your husbands child.” When Ivan finished his sentence thought she was going to be sick.

But Ivan wasn’t finished talking yet. “When I tried to see her Erik told me that she never loved me, that she hated the fact that she had to me and that she happy to carry Erik’s child instead my own,” Ivan paused once more. Christine watched as a tear escaped his eye. “She died…in child birth and so did the baby. My Eliza…my precious, sweet innocent little Eliza fell victim to your husband!” Ivan yelled at Christine who turned away from him. “Please…please stop.” Christine begged him. Ivan reached out and took Christine’s face in his hands and made her look at him. “Now…now you understand what I am doing and I cannot stop and I won’t stop.” Ivan promised her. Ivan studied her face for a moment or two. “The moment I saw you…the moment I laid eyes on you I saw Eliza. How I loved her Christine. I loved her with my heart and soul. The last thing…she said to me was...I’ll always love you.”

Christine starred into Ivan’s eyes. She didn’t see the monster she had thought him to be. All she saw was a bent and broken man who was robbed of everything he loved by the only man Christine had ever loved.