“why am I here?”

   Episode-188 “why am I here?”   Celeste’s POV:     They both ignored me, and kept driving.. I noticed the speed of the car, it’s fast. After 10 minutes, the car stopped.. but Ernest didn’t said anything to me.. what is wrong with him? his silence is scary…    As soon as the car stopped he got down, without words he just got down. I noticed he walked in this house after he typed the code.  This is private property…. But whose….     I sat there in the car like stupid… Davis opened the car door for me and said, “Ma’am… you should go in… Sir.. is angry…” I know he is angry, that means he will do something to me… he will torture me…   I got down and said, “I should return.. I don’t want to face him if he is angry.” I took few steps when Davis said, “I suggest don’t make him more angry…… you know his anger, you know what he can do…” I looked at Davis, I am angry on him but what he said is right… I surely don’t want Ernest to direct his anger on my family…    Davis said, “Ma’am… you made a mistake…. Please don’t test Prince Ernest’s silence…” I looked at the half open door…. I sigh, Davis is right…. I will be putting my love once in danger…    I walked in through the door. I closed it behind me….. as I walk in I found myself in a huge hall, modern furniture…. What is this place?... I looked around to find him when my eyes landed on Ernest’s picture covering the wall, this picture determines him well, prideful and dominant and dark aura… so is this his place.. how many house he has… but where is he?    I heard footsteps, I looked behind I saw Price Ernest walking to the chair, his coat was on the sofa and he had a glass of alcohol…..  he looked at me and then diverted his gaze, what.. what is he thinking…    He didn’t went to the chair but passed walking to the window and drinking… what is he thinking?.. his silence is darker than his anger….    I shouldn’t be scared. I asked, “Sir-” he cut my words by saying coldly, “I am not in mood of buls*it…” I am scared.. I remained silent.. he didn’t spoke for few minutes.. he was just drinking… my feet hurt.. I haven’t moved from this place…       After the drink was done, he kept the glass aside, he turned to me and I asked, “why am I here?” he said as moved close to me, “this place… I use to live here when I was 19…. I came here after long… really long…” He saying something that didn’t make sense… but the way he said tells that he didn’t wanted to answer my questions..   He walked even closer to me. he stood in front of me and his hands went to his pockets… his face didn’t have much expression, he looked at me from up to down and then just kept his eyes on me… what is he up to?   I asked Prince Ernest, “you did that to Murray’s right?... you burnt there business…” he smirked and his hands went to my mine.. he was looking at my hand was touching the engagement ring…   He said, “as much as I want to pull this ring off you… I never wanted to do something this desperately…… but… no… I decided I won’t… you yourself will remove it and throw it on Steven’s face…. I promise…”    What is he saying?.. like he is telling me he is up to something…. I said expressionlessly, “I will never… I will marry him….” Ernest let a deep dark chuckle…    He said, “oh!!!.. you will???” he mocked me.. he touched my hairs moving them away from my face, he said, “will you Mrs. Gray?” he reminded me again about him being my husband…   He said, “well dressed, makeup… perfect…….. you never dress like this for me?...” does he thinks we are in that kind of relationship that I would dress-up for him?...   He pulled his phone and clicked a picture of me, I just kept looking at him.. he looked at me and then said, “it’s still missing…” what?... what is he talking about? He whispered, “me… you are incomplete without me”    He pulled me to himself and took some selfies… I was looking at him, he looked at me and said, “look at the camera, my love..” he made me look at the camera… what is he doing?   I asked, “what is meaning of this?” he was still holding me close. He smirked and said, “trapping you in my memories and my arms..” he said this dangerously…     I kept glaring at him, he drops the phone on the sofa and pulled me closer to him, he was grabbing into my waist.. I grasped but tried to push him away but soon I met his eyes. I went frozen, he is looking at me with pain, like I made a mistake…. He said, “you hurt me today….” I…. I … hurt him..   But I wanted to hurt him. I said, “I wanted to hurt you…”   He smirked and said, “didn’t I told you, Celeste?.. that I hurt back when I am hurt…” will he hurt me?...    He touched my cheeks and said, “but…. I don’t want to hurt you, Love… I want to treasure you”