Melting His Iced Heart

"What!?" He repeated, his voice appeared calm but with a crisp coldness at the edge that made her shiver.

He had heard her; she was sure.

A sudden lump appeared in her throat, preventing her from repeating her earlier words.

His eyes probed hers, daring her to repeat what she had said, and at that very moment, she just wanted to disappear. She wanted to get as far away from this man as possible.

And so, Lilian's lips slowly parted to speak. "I... I... want a divorce. I can no longer be in this... marriage, Xavier."

His eyes darkened instantly. Her feet stepped back on their own; his eyes remained glued to her. She trembled. He stared at her like a predator, and heaven knows when he would pounce on her.

She hoped he wouldn't. His height and size frightened her; he was at least three times her size, and if he were to, then her chances of survival were slim.

His cold gray eyes nearly froze her to death as he stared at her coldly.

"I... excuse me."

She dashed past him before he had a chance to say another word, and she sprinted out of his sight.

She stepped into her room; she locked the door, afraid he would follow her.

Her suitcases were packed. She was ready to flee, to run as far away as possible.

She would no longer be a Rune, but it didn't matter now. She would finally be free from this cursed marriage.

Her phone buzzed loudly. She jolted; her blood turned cold as her eyes skimmed through the caller ID.

It was her father. She swiped green with shaky hands.

"Did you carry out my instructions?" The cold, raspy voice had the hair on her nape standing.

"Y-yes," she answered, her breath shaky. "I called the lawyer. The divorce papers are being drafted as we speak."

A brief pause followed.

"Good." His word cut through the silence. "Make sure everything goes as planned... if you want to see your mother, that is," he drawled.

She froze, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes as pain erupted in her chest. "Y... yes," she could barely force the words off her lips.

The long silence that followed let her know he had ended the call. Her grip on her phone loosened; the phone slipped and fell with a loud clatter.

She slid down the door, now sitting on the bare ground. The tears she had been holding in fell freely. She wished things were different. She wished she wasn't so helpless.

Her father despised her to the core. She was his illegitimate child, a child birthed through his affair with a maid.

Growing up, she had been told her mother was long dead.

She had lived the life of a servant, despite growing up in a rich household. Both her stepsisters hated her, and her stepmother treated her like dirt.

To uphold a bargain, they had married her off to Xavier Rune when