Deprived Love - Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Third person's pov
“Will you help to dress up my wounds?”
Bella hesitated but she hated blood, she hated seeing people wounded, maybe it was because she's a medical student.
She hesitantly nodded.
“Bathroom?”
“There.” Chris pointed at the corner of the room.
She nodded and walked to the bathroom.
As she opens the door, her breath catches in her throat. The bathroom was a masterpiece of luxury, she lived in luxury too but Chris's interior really amazed her.
The floors were made of polished marble, with veins of gold running through the stone, reflecting the soft ambient lighting. The walls were adorned with intricate mosaic tiles, depicting elegant patterns that added an artistic flair. In the center of the room, a massive, sunken bathtub made of onyx sits beneath a chandelier that drips with crystals, casting shimmering reflections across the room.
There’s a rain shower encased in glass, large enough to fit several people, with multiple showerheads designed to give a spa-like experience. The vanity was equally grand, with a long, sleek countertop of rare stone, lined with high-end skincare products and colognes. A large mirror, framed in gold, stretches across the wall, reflecting the entire opulence of the space.
The air smells faintly of expensive cologne and fresh flowers, Chris's scent, and the entire room radiated wealth and power. It's a space that speaks volumes about the man who owns it—controlled, powerful, and used to the finest things in life. She took a towel and fetched some water in a bowl.
She returned to the bedroom, Chris was waiting patiently.
She sat near him.
“You need to take this off.” She said hesitantly.
Chris gently unbuttoned his black shirt. And in the next minute his upper body is naked.
Bella suppressed her gasp by looking at the muscular body. His hands were covered with tattoos. And the biceps were muscular too.
Bella gulped. But a wave of anxiety rushed in her veins when she saw the scars... Scars as he've been beaten up, and some rounded scars were painted on his perfectly sculptured torso. Which she knew was bullet wounds.
Her gaze dropped from his chest to his hand.
His left arm was covered with blood.
Bella soaked the towel in water and gently wiped his hand. The tattoos full on display. The white towel's now red. Chris's hand is now clean but fresh blood is still oozing out.
“First aid box?”
“In the second drawer.” Bella nodded and took the first aid box. Chris was observing her every move.
“It will hurt a little.” Bella looks at Chris to check if it's hurting but his hazel eyes are hooked on Bella. Her heart skipped a bit and she shifted her gaze to his hand.
She then wrapped his hands with a bandage.
“It feels good, when you treat me, darling.”
“I cared for you because you're wounded.”
After saying this Bella got up and left the room.
“If me being wounded makes you care for me, I'll gladly accept bullets in my heart to be close to you.”
Chris let out a laugh, he couldn't believe that he was feeling this way. This feeling is so foreign to him, that it feels unnatural.
Do people really feel like this, when they are in love?
That even the deepest wound doesn't hurt when you are with the person you love. And despite being fit and fine it hurts, because your love is not with you.
A heavy feeling crept to his chest by realising that Bella will never ever love him back, no matter what.
Bella leaned on the kitchen counter and sighed.
“Why the hell did I treat his wounds? I should've been happy! But I can't really blame myself, I am not a monster like him.”
But the question is still stuck in her mind as to why Chris didn't punish her.
She finished her work and glanced at the moon. Oh, how badly she wants to escape from here. But it's practically not possible.
It's been one weeks, Chris was overseas. He flew to California for a meeting the same night Bella treated his wounds. Bella was more than happy because she didn't have to encounter him or prepare coffee for him.
She had a lot of free time too, she even went on gardening with Stella. She had a heart to heart talk with Liam too.
And Liam made her talk to Aria. And she sobbed listening to her best friend’s voice after almost two months.
Aria didn't know that she had been captured by the mafia boss. She just told her that her father sent her to a relative's house to keep her safe and she coincidentally met Liam here.
Still Aria helped to relieve her and Bella was genuinely grateful to have a best friend like her.
But later Stella became jealous because Bella didn't stop blabbering about her best friend. Stella pouted and pretended to be angry but Bella wrapped her in an embrace and both roommates cuddled with each other.
“Are you sure?” Liam asked the hazel eyed with disbelief.
“Yes.” Chris sighed.
“And you are going to tell her the secret also? I bet she will hate you more!”
“I know, Liam but I can no longer keep things away from her.” Chris said, spinning a pen with his fingers.
The both males are sitting at Liam's office. Liam is a mafia lawyer and he helped Chris a lot.
Liam and Aria were orphans. Their parents were murdered by some mafia groups but Chris's father helped them. After growing up Liam wanted to give his sister a normal, tension free life so he worked for... Precisely worked with Chris.
“So… you really love Bella?”
Chris nodded.
Liam sighed and gave a warm embrace to the younger.
Chris returned the hug, Liam gently patted his back.
Liam always wanted Chris to love someone, and have someone to love him. He had seen Chris breaking down, struggling with depression, the younger never exactly told him but he knew. And now he knows that Chris will break down harder if Bella leaves.
He was sure that Chris will hide this from him, but he can't just ignore his best friend's conditions.
He somewhat felt sorry for Chris always. He lost everything, and he genuinely wanted to help but he can't just persuade Bella to just love Chris. Love can't be forced and Bella is right in her own ways.
Chris withdrew from the hug.
“I should leave.” Chris said with a sad smile.
He walked out of the cabin and Liam just stood there figuring how he could help the younger.
Chris parked his car in front of the mansion. The security guards bowed to him and he just nodded.
He opened the door and he was welcomed with sweet giggles. And a smile crept to his face by hearing the blonde’s giggles. He was sad deep within because he will never be the reason for her giggles.
“So this is what home feels like.” when our heart feels full just by listening to the giggles of our loved one.
He followed the giggling sounds. It was from the kitchen.
Bella is sitting at the kitchen counter and Stella is struggling to flip the pancake from the pan.
Stella looks adorable too by her struggling and annoyed expressions but Chris only had eyes for Bella. The way her blonde hair was tied in a messy braid and her yellow dress. She always looked pretty.
Chris turned and left from the kitchen, he knew the giggles from Bella would be turned to a frown the moment she saw Chris and it hurt like hell.
Stella finally flipped the pancake. The pancake turned a little darker due to excessive heat, but it looked delicious.
Bella tapped her head giving her a proud smile.
Their cooking session was interrupted by John.
“Black coffee for Sir. Give it to him in his office.”
Bella frowned as she was just indirectly informed that Chris is back. She got off the kitchen counter and proceeded to prepare the coffee. She took a deep breath before knocking and opened the door after a faint ‘come in’.
She almost gasped by looking at the ravenette. He looked tired and maybe… upset?
This was the first time Bella saw him in such a vulnerable state. He always looked composed and intimidating.
His face seemed pale.
“Pack your bags luggage, Bella. You are leaving from here.”
Bella's heart hammered in her chest and she gasped.