In Love With A Fishman

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Chapter 8: Nothing Is What It Seems

Ivy blinked a few times to adjust her eyes to the bright sunlight. She looked around and noticed that she was in a cream colored room, when she examined herself she noticed someone had changed her clothes into a bridal gown. Her eyes widened in shock as she heard a sound of the knob turning from the door to her room. Within a few short minutes in came Saint Charloss wearing his signature smug look as he walked towards her.

"I see you have finally woken up my beautiful bride." Saint Charloss said pausing to see her reaction. Ivy glared daggers at him as he expected her to.

"You still have not come to like me, have you? What can I do to make you change your mind about me? I would hate if we got married and we hated each other." Saint Charloss said to her.

"You might as well get those dreams out of your head because I am not marrying you. There is nothing you can do to change my mind; all the money in the world couldn't make me set myself up for that much of a disaster. Why do you want to marry me so much anyway?" Ivy asked as she eyed him curiously.

"You have no choice in these matters. If my brother wishes to marry a dreadful woman like you then he will and you will have no complaints about it. You are just a simple girl, what could you possibly do to stop him from getting what he wants?" Saint Shalulia asked as she glared at Ivy.

"I don't see what the World Government finds so special about you all, they're supposed to be here to end injustice yet they let you guys live. How I see it none of you are worth anything, at least I can do something. You all couldn't last for a day in my shoes; you'd all lose your minds in less than two minutes." Ivy said sharply.

"Why you ungrateful…" Saint Shalulia said but was cut off by her father.

"That is enough Shalulia! Leave so I can speak to your brother in peace." Saint Roswald said as his anger spiked.

"Yes father." Saint Shalulia said as she walked out of the room with her head hung low.

"Charloss you must control that woman, if she is to be your bride then you need to teach her how to be proper. She is not to act like a common fool. If you do not change her ways by the time of your wedding I will fix her attitude myself!" Saint Roswald said as he left the room.

"Now see what you have my dear. You have to learn to behave or you will be in much trouble." Saint Charloss said.

Ivy stood up from the sofa and walked to the door. She heard the faint sound of a gun loading as soon as she touched the handle on the door. Ivy looked back at him with an unemotional face and closed the door. She walked back to her seat all the while making eye contact with him.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Saint Charloss asked sharply.

"You're hiding something from me, aren't you? You have plenty of other women here you could've married but you want me plus you don't want to beat me into shape like you did the others." Ivy said as she looked at him tentatively.

He felt like she was searching his soul. His throat felt like it had dried and it burned, he felt like he was sweating so much it would make a puddle on the floor. It was true that he did not want to harm her for the fear of her obeying him too much which made him hate most of his brides because of how boring they were. He wanted someone who had a mind of their own but still followed his orders in their own unique and mischievous way. He had looked everywhere in the world but he never came across a girl who fit that description so perfectly until now.

"Are you gonna stand there all day sweating like a pig or are you gonna sit and talk with me?" Ivy asked as she patted the seat next to her. Saint Charloss watch her as he felt his hand lower.

"That's it; trust me so I get the heck out of here. The nicer I am to you the more you'll loosen your hold on me." Ivy thought.

"Are you ready to talk now?" Ivy asked nicely as she smiled at him. He put the pistol away and sat down next to her timidly.

"I don't like having boring brides, all of the ones I have are too scared of me so they do everything I say. I want someone who will still do that but do what she wants to do sometimes to. So I haven't disciplined you because I'm scared you'll become like them and then I won't like you anymore." Saint Charloss said.

"So you want a bad girl type huh?" Ivy thought.

"You haven't met other women that act like how I do?" Ivy asked as caring as she could.

"I had one a long time ago but my sister killed her because she was prettier than she was." Saint Charloss said with a sad frown on his face.

"She did that just because she was prettier than her? Not to be too honest with you but your sister is a bitch. I bet she wouldn't like it if you killed her favorite husbands." Ivy said as she held an angry look.

"I thought the same thing but once I told my father about it he ignored me. He says I need to be with an obedient woman because women who think on their own are nothing but trouble." Saint Charloss said.

"He does have a valuable point though. If you find a woman that's not very smart she will do whatever you want her to and she won't run away but if you find a woman who is she'll walk all over you in minute. What I think you should do is just find a woman who likes you for you. I'm pretty sure there has to be someone out there in the world for you. You just need to be patient and honest with yourself and her." Ivy said with a smile.

"You really think so?" Saint Charloss asked happily.

"Of course, love takes time. It doesn't just walk up to your door step and say hi, you have to wait for it. Either you'll find it or it'll find you, but what will you do about the other women?" Ivy asked.

"I'll let them go and remove their marks." Saint Charloss said with a smile.

"Well I guess I'll have to punish you then" Saint Charloss said as he stood from the chair.

"That's right…Wait WHAT?!" Ivy asked as she looked at him like he had gone mad.

Saint Charloss winked at her and yelled it louder as he walked to the door and ordered his servant to take her to the underground punishing grounds. Ivy was dropped on her butt near a platform with whips and may other devices she didn't want to think of. Saint Charloss walked to her as his servant sealed the door shut. He dragged her down the hall and then unlocked her restraints.

"Just go out this way and you'll be near the sea on the other side of the island. Since your friends are coming from Fishman Island they'll see you as soon as they surface. Take this Den Den Mushi with you and don't get caught." Saint Charloss said.

"What about you, how will you convince them that I got away?" Ivy asked with a confused look on her face.

"That part of the plan is none of your concern but my own." Saint Charloss said then Ivy hugged him and ran through the tunnels.

"Good luck my beautiful bride." Saint Charloss thought as he watched her disappear from his view.

I hope you all like my chapter and remember if you see any errors please tell me. Until then see you all next chapter! XD