Chapter 38 - Crafty Bride In Action

Sinclair took a few steps back and his shoulders lumped, he was repenting at the thought of hurting his bride.

He could not gather enough courage to even knock at the door let alone peeking inside. His heart was shrunk upon her sobs, he could feel Syna disheartened. 

Sinclair could not bring himself to do anything, all he did was to free her from those energy shackles, he twisted his fingers, rubbed middle finger and thumb against each other and the click sound initiated.

Meanwhile in the room Syna witnessed the black foggy handcuffs, disappearing. The smoke scattered away and then vanished in the air. 

Her legs and wrists were free by now, Sinclair felt her heart leaped with a joyous hope. A weak smile graced his face and he placed his right hand on the door.

All he could do right in that moment was to give himself time to gather some courage to face her, he gently placed his head on the shut door, his forehead touched the wood and sighed heavily.

"Oh! crap! My legs."

Syna fell down at once on the ground with a thump in hr failed try to get up from the bed.

"Ugh! These cramps, gosh."

Moisture began to fill in her eyes at once, she remained sitting on the floor for a few moments. 

Syna stayed there plopped into the position with legs a little curled closer and massaged her limbs and thighs.

It was obvious to happen after all she was tied up for more than two hours, Syna rubbed her right palm on thighs which were bare in that short cream colored frock.

A few moments later she attempted to stand again, but all in vain, pain circulated in her whole body at once. She needed someone to help, she needed a shoulder to rely on.

Tucking her head against one posture of bed at the foot side, Syna kept quiet apparently but her inner was screaming, loud enough, a deafening cry.

"I-I'm trapped. He found me ...after all this, he finally found me again. Oh heavens!"

She placed her palm and covered her mouth, the rosy lips were quivering upon the very image of that perverted man.

Streams of warm tears flowed on her cheeks which were previously tinted in pink blush on but now it seemed that coal was smeared on her beautiful face.

"I have to marry him? Really I have to marry him? N-no I have to find a way to escape and reach to Sinclair."

Within her thoughts of sneaking out she completely neglected how her treacherous tongue addressed her boss, well, her body and heart was true to her feelings she had about him.

She was not the type of submissive lady instead she chose to rebel against her fate. Was she being selfish by again with her ignorance towards her loved ones?

Syna rashly dried her tears and with the help of the long pole of the king sized bed she tried to get up and finally succeeded. 

Staggering and pulling her body forward she reached to the window which was towards her left side of the bed. Syna pulled the curtains to the side and what she saw, took her by breath.

"W-what!?"

All she could see was the vast spread blue water of the ocean, which was reflecting the daylight thus shining brightly. 

"Where on the Earth m I? That bastard did not even kidnap me but took me away from the city!"

She cursed her kidnapper unknowingly the person she was dying to meet at that moment. 

She was definitely not the cry baby rather she was born a witful woman this time. Syna quickly grab hold of her senses and reacted accordingly. 

She halted there thinking deeply as if she was calculating her further moves. Syna held the red curtain with right hand and glanced outside once again.

She knew what to do now and the lady was determined to put her plan into work and was firm on her words.

"Maybe grandpa's accident was not a part of the curse thing, if it would, then why that bloody Ghost king needed to abduct me."

Her brain was finally working and thinking on the right side, Syna placed the things into two and two.

"He could simply come to us and threaten me but…..he chose to kidnap when it was not necessary. That justifies there is no such thing as his wrath! THAT GUY DARED TO FOOL ME!"

The lady was now boiling in rage, she clenched her fists and gritted. But soon her mind clicked on something and she sighed heavily, an evil grin appeared on her face.

"If he wants it this way and I will give him a taste of his own medicine. Let this jerk-master arrive, I will show him that he made a huge mistake."

Syna ebbed and analysed the surroundings around her, she did not care for circumstances for provoking such mighty Lord. All she knew was somehow to get in contact with Sinclair ...wait!

"My phone!"

She could feel her legs and energetically roamed around the room searching for her cell phone. 

She flipped the pillows and skimmed through the dressing table which was on the right of the bed against the wall which had a washroom a few steps away.

"Ugh! Of course, why would he leave me with a damn cell phone!"

She roared in agitation as recalled that she was not on some vacations rather she was kidnapped.

Helplessly she threw herself on the bed as the red silk sheets embraced her and kissed her every cell of the body that was bare in that short frock, which of course were her breathtaking long flawless legs.

Thinking for ... about a few moments and staring at the elegantly decorated ceiling Syna finally came up with a plan. 

"I need to make him sign a contract with me and gain some freedom, that is the only possible way to meet Sinclair."

Syna knew that if she were forced to be the Ghost king's bride, sure he would pamper her a lot as she already concluded with her previous meeting and Syna just needed to get benefit from his 'love'.