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Chapter thirty: Confrontation
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Christine hummed softly to herself as she walked down the hallway of the upstairs with a book in her hands. Christine wasn’t even reading. She was just so happy that she knew that Erik was alive. But she was angry at the fact that Ivan had lied and manipulated her into not only sleeping with him but making her leave Persia. Ivan watched from the other end of the hall as Christine descended down the staircase in an almost dream like state. Ivan’s body guard Ralf walked over to him. “Anything odd happen while I was away, Ralf?” Ivan asked Ralf who shook his head. “No sir. The Madame took breakfast in her room yesterday and told me to tell you that Sophia ‘rolled over’ for the first time,” Ralf reported. Ivan sighed and nodded his head. “Thank you,” Ivan said walking down the hall and down the stairs.
On his way down the nurse came to Ivan holding Sophia. “Mister Merik it is urgent!” the nurse cried. Ivan ran up to the nurse and took Sophia into his arms and looked her over worriedly. “She seems fine,” Ivan said trying to calm him self. The nurse then held up something Ivan never expected to see ever again. “I found it in her crib, it frightened me,” the nurse explained. Ivan took the red rose with the black ribbon in his hand. “Ralf!” Ivan yelled. His body guard came running and stopped when he came to his boss. “I want extra security and have the men take double shifts tonight.” Ivan ordered roughly. Ivan then walked down the stairs to find Christine with Sophia in his arms.
Ivan soon found Christine standing in the sun room starring outside. Christine turned to see Ivan standing in the doorway with Sophia in his arms. Sophia had her head on his shoulder with her thumb in her mouth. “We have to talk Christine,” Ivan said walking towards her. “Why did you take breakfast in your room yesterday morning?” Ivan asked sitting down on the chaise lounge with Sophia in his lap. “Well…I wasn’t-I just didn’t feel like eating downstairs with out you.” Christine said, trying her best to lie but she had a feeling that Ivan could see right through her.
“Is that the best you could come up with?” Ivan asked calmly, not even looking at Christine as he fixed Sophia little white dress. Christine was beginning to get nervous with her child in Ivan’s lap. “Sophia is going to be baptized tomorrow morning and I would love it that no one suspected that her mother is a complete harlot when she walks into the church,” Ivan said finally looking up at Christine. Christine began to walk slowly towards Ivan. “Ivan, give me Sophia.” Christine said in a shaky voice. Ivan chuckled and shook his head. “Why? She’s having a ball!” Ivan exclaimed. Sophia giggled and grabbed Ivan’s chin in her tiny little hand. Ivan stroked Sophia’s thick head of hair with his hand as she played with his face and hands.
Christine really didn’t want him touching her child at the moment. He was beginning to frighten her. “The nurse found something very fascinating in Sophia’s crib I think you should know about,” Ivan said calmly. “A red rose with a black ribbon, the tell tale sign of Xerxes, or should I say your husband. He leaves one right before he kills someone. Do you think your child is next, Christine?” Ivan asked in a dangerously low and sinister voice. “If he found out what a nasty little fuck puppet you’ve been I see why he would have no choice than to kill a child he wasn’t even sure was his own.” Ivan said evilly. Christine couldn’t believe the things that were coming out of Ivan’s mouth.
“Why-why are you saying these things?” Christine said turning away from him wiping her eyes. “Oh now don’t cry Christine. You know what you are. But don’t worry I won’t tell anyone what your child might be. A bas-” “DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT!” Christine shouted whirling around to face Ivan. Sophia began crying. “Now look what you’ve done,” Ivan said hugging Sophia and shushing her. “Give me my daughter,” Christine said holding out her arms. Ivan stood up and walked towards Christine. They starred each other in the eye for a moment or two before Ivan handed Sophia to Christine.
Christine took Sophia quickly and held her close to her body. As Ivan walked pass he leaned in and whispered into Christine’s ear, “If Erik shows up in my home or at the baptism tomorrow he won’t be the only one shedding blood.” And then he walked away. Christine stood there shaking violently with her daughter in her arms. Christine knew she had been nothing but a miserable whore to Ivan. She had betrayed Erik before she thought he was dead and she betrayed him again and again after she thought he was dead. Ivan was right…she was a harlot. She was a whore. But worse she was Ivan’s whore.
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