Tangled By Fate

Arthur had no idea how to comfort his wife. He killed numerous people. The bloody history he left was awful. However, he never killed his friend.

As for his wife, Catherine was her one and only childhood friend who accepted her for who she was. Catherine was a part of her life and heart that even he could never be part of.

It wasn't that he was jealous of Catherine and his wife's relationship. He was glad that there was someone his wife could rely on other than him especially when he wasn't by her side all the time.

In the end, she killed her best friend with her own two hands, just to save the man Catherine loved.

As much as it hurt Catherine, it burdened Veronica for rest of her life.

"Arthur, do you think I'm a murderer of my own friend?"

Shocked, Arthur gazed at her. His arms tightened around her.

"No Ver, you didn't kill her. You kept your word and saved the man she loved."

Veronica placed her chin on top of his drenched shoulder.

"But her life ended with my own hands."

She didn't feel better even though Arthur tried to console her. However, his present itself gave her great comfort.

Arthur also realized that his words weren't going through her heart. He thought for a while and then said what he felt was the truth in his heart.

"It's not that you hide anything from her. You gave her a choice. It wasn't your choice to make. It was her life and she had the right to make whatever decision with it. She knew that she was going to die and she chose that road to save him. There, your opinion doesn't matter. You had no choice."

Veronica understood what he meant. Nonetheless, she didn't want to admit it.

"But I could choose not to help her save Sebastian."

"Would you? Would you be able to live with the guilt when she would suffer from a heartbreak for the rest of her life?"

"..."

Veronica thought for a while.

if what he was true then Vincent wouldn't cheat on Catherine. Catherine would be happily married to him, she wouldn't have travel with Veronica, Sebastian wouldn't have died protecting Catherine and Catherine wouldn't die saving him.

"People can move on, can't they?" she asked. "Love is an illusion if you don't catch it. So, why sacrifice yourself for it?"

Arthur smiled. He lowered his head and planted his lips on her shoulder.

"Would you be able to do that?" he asked. "Can you move on if I die? Will you not try to sacrifice yourself just like I wanted to?"

Back then, when he thought that she was dead, he killed countless people and used Dark Arts to bring her back. He was this clsoe to sell his soul.

Veronica remembered it well.

"I don't regret what I tried to do back then," he continued. "If I have no other choice, I will do that again."

Veronica moved away from his shoulder and stared at his deep golden eyes. His unfathomable eyes poured love and she sank further.

"What if the world turns against you?" she inquired.

"Even if the gods turn against me, as long as I get you back, so be it."

Arthur's eyes were stubbornly determined when he said that.

Veronica had no doubt that he loved her; but at this point, she knew she could go to hell to do that exact same thing for Arthur.

Without a word, she leaned forward and kissed his lips.

Arthur kissed her back. At first, it was a light kiss. Soon, they showered each other with kisses. Later, the rain shower became a thunderstorm.

The tent was filled with small noises. A pair of dove gasped for air. Their bodies clung to each other in the water as though their lives were depending on them.

The fricktion between their bodies sparked fire. Their blood boiled in that fire and increased their temperature.

Arthur's arms traveled down her back. His fingers caressed her smooth, wet back. Everywhere his fingertips touch was on fire.

They were separated for months. They had finally reunited. Four months of hunger made them go crazy for each other.

Veronica wanted to forget; forget everything she had done yesterday.

The night was too long. It was the post painful night she had ever experienced.

After being with the one she craved for, she wanted to make all her thoughts and memories of other things disappear.

When she lacked oxygen, she pulled away from the intense kiss and panted.

She looked at Arthur's scorching eyes. she leaned closer and kissed him again.

Arthur pulled her closer, sticking her with his body so that there was no space left.

Soon, Veronica pulled back again and gasped for the air.

"Let's move to the bed," she suggested.

They were instantly moved to the bed wtih their bodies all dry.

Arthur placed her gently to the bed and hovered over her.

However, to his surprise, she placed a hand on his chest and didn't let him close the distance.

"What's wrong?" Arthur asked in a hoarse voice.

He was lusting after her so much that he could barely control him. When she said that she wanted to move to the bed, he was sure that she wanted the same.

However, her action just made him more impatient.

"Not you," Veronica said. "Let me do it."

"Huh?" Without answering his question, she changed their position.

Arthur obediently obliged and waited for what she wanted to do next.

Veronica straddled him and leaned forward. Her breasts touched his solid foundation.

She lightly pecked on his lips and said, "Let me serve you tonight."

"..."

Arthur thought he heard wrong.

From the moment they met, it was always him who took the initiative. Veronica was the shy one.

He teased her until she turned red and felt embarrassed. He noticed that her body liked to be teased by obscene words.

The more he did so, the wetter she would get. He enjoyed teasing her so much.

After meeting her today, he found her a bit different. The aura around her was a bit odd too.

When he noticed that Veronica started kiss all over his face, only then did he believe that she really wanted to take the lead.

He stared at her with hungry eyes. He couldn't wait to see more of her.