Chapter 37 - First-ever Repentance

Sinclair slammed his hand on the table with confusion and frustration visible on his face.

"Dammit! what this woman has forced me to do? Why is this happening?"

He was rather impulsive earlier to order his men to abduct his own bride, how could he let her fall into misery let alone freeing her from the mate bond.

The soul bond bound them together millennium ago, long before they even know, the thousand year old vow brought them together again in modern times.

No matter how far they would run, it was impossible for both to reverse their fates, the love pact they signed with each other bound the love birds,  until it's fulfilment they were destined to be reborn till the God had written for them.

The long done promise to love each other till last breath, the vow of 'forever together' was still needed to be fulfilled. Until their marked words do not reach their fulfilment, they were supposed to be born and reborn with the heart, beating only for each other.

"I should not have done this. No...no. I made a terrible mistake, damn!"

Sinclair slammed his fist on the table again. In that quiet study room, his agitation could be 'seen'.

A black aura began to emerge around his silhouette and coiled around his torso like a snake, hissing around his master.

He was back to his human form, short neatly combed blonde hair and hazel sparkling eyes, the twinkle that could make any woman go crazy, head over heels.

"Should I go and talk to her?"

He was battling in his mind, suffering from inner turmoil just because of the decision he took rationally. 

"No, she would not forgive me."

He threw his head on the black files, in front of him the pile was laying for his attention. 

"But she should understand me why I do that. After all she is my bride, she should listen to me."

With a little butterfly of hope flapping its wings, in his heart, Sinclair swiveled his chair and shot up from his seat. 

"I should at least do a check on her, I really feel bad for caging her and using magic on her."

He felt a heavy lump in his heart, stuck there, perhaps he was immensely feeling guilty to treat his bride like that.

He strode out of the study room, the door closed behind him and the last thing that could be seen in that room was a full walled portrait of her.

Something was different with the Syna in the picture, she was as fierce as she was now, rebellious and feisty just like the current one. But one thing was not similar, the portrait was 'royal'.

"I can't lose her again and I need to clear her every doubt and misunderstanding before…...history repeats itself."

Sinclair had the vivid memory of his past life and what happened earlier. Though Syna was anew, like the flower of white Lily. 

She was born innocent and naive like before but this time she had the potential to trust him and to grow emotionally.

The room in which he kept the lady confined was decorated with fresh roses, he remembered Syna loved them. Sweet pungent fragrance was in the air along with the smell of incense sticks, a pair lit in every corner.

Everything was neatly placed in the room which contained every item of her usage, and every necessity was placed there at the right corners. 

Maybe Sinclair was crazy about the neatness and her comfort, but still he needed to cage her to prevent her from escaping. 

He had created a bubble with his magic around her room that allowed only him and the caretaker, Madeleine, to pass through. 

Syna was not permitted to leave the room and why Madeleine was preferred? Lord Sinclair trusted the sister of his old friend blindly, the lady was named Madeleine Drago.

The walls were dipped into ash-maroon shades, the color quite resembled to her current state, the death, the fire of the Hell.

Sinclair walked with dignified steps, each one taken further with such an air of confidence. He strode like he owned some wealth, well, that was true to the words.

The multimillionaire CEO, the young tycoon in the whole city owned everything, he could even alter anything and could easily shake up the whole Sydney at his snap.

Apart from such power and authority the young guy was the mighty Lord, unknown to humans although. The youth could do anything but at the moment he was whipped by his woman.

And completely regretted his behaviour he showed by abducting her, when she was weak and her emotions were not stable. When she wanted to be with her grandpa, when she wanted to cry over her cursed birth.

Sinclair took the stairs which were going up, round in a spiral as if a huge python was sitting there with its tail coiled and mouth open to engulf its prey.

He slipped his hand on the black railing and his skin gently grazed over the metal as he strode towards the upper storey.

Taking a turn to the right, his steps staggered a little and he felt his heart shrinking, he could feel Syna crestfallen and shattered. 

His steps slowed down and the pace of heart increased, it was unbearable for him to witness his love crying over specially hating him.

Sinclair halted in front of the immaculate furnished brown door, and stretched his hand to knock first before barging inside. 

Syna sat there on the bed tucking her head with the back of the huge king sized bed, the lovely bride cried. She sobbed heavily upon her fate and by now her eyes became red and swollen. 

Sinclair could not prepare himself to step inside and remained glued there outside, he could sense how his bride was feeling and he was all ears to her muffled cries.

He already knew his wrongdoings but could not revert the time back, where he could think again and then act. He ordered immediately out of fear of losing her again and the fear that perhaps someone had found out his weakness and a way to kill him!