Annabella’s Point of View
Every person has their own flaws, strengths and weaknesses. My flaw was to trust Austin Volkov. I had never trusted anyone except for a few people. How ironic is it that I somehow unintentionally trusted my enemy, my target of destruction? Not only I trusted him for a reason or another but I was attracted to him as well.I’m trying to find a way to escape this hell hole at the moment. I had woken up with Austin beside me holding on to my body firmly, I had somehow wiggled out of his hold and tried to find something in the dark. Panicked and bewildered, I tried to find a wall to hold on to before I found an exit to this freezing room.
With panic, anxiety at their peak along with bewilderment I did not notice what I was doing until I heard a gunshot. In this process, I somehow stubbed my toe against the furniture. I was frozen to my spot not knowing what happened and what to do next. I heard a few shuffling sounds before the lig
I was flabbergasted. I did not know what to say or do. I was just staring at the papers that had my sign and his sign on them. Our signs were on the paper side by side. He manipulated me and made me sign those papers before he added these clauses to the contract.Can’t believe he stooped so low and did this. I’m too shocked to say or react to anything. I can’t believe I had started to like someone like him. I was attracted to him for God’s sake! After seeing his true face, his true side I’m ashamed that I had started to like such a person. Good thing I’m not in love with him and I would never fall for such a manipulative man, ever.Without thinking twice I raised my hand and slapped him across his face, so hard that his face leaned on the other side. He wasn’t expecting that coming from me. He glared at me and in a second I was back in that position but the only difference was that my arms were placed on his chest and his hands
“Dorogoy, I would love to make you beg, in other circumstances and I will happily oblige to your pleadings but not in this situation,” He said with his hands behind his head and legs crossed, he was lying on the bed as if he was some sort of a king but to me, he was nothing but the dust below the sole of my shoe. He was disgusting and the statement he just made proved that. I did not try to hide the disgust shown on my face, he should know that his remark did not make me ‘turn on’ but made me feel nauseated.“Austin, can I please see her once? Please!” I begged again ignoring the statement he made. I wanted to see her once. Just once. I know she is not a kid but she is someone I adore even when we were not together for a decade or so. He looked at me from the same position he was in then nodded. I was exuberant. I can’t believe he agreed! I can’t describe the feeling I feel right now and I was too happy to care about it.
I turn around and look at the source of the voice. I look at the anonymous woman sardonically. I had expected to see Bella, not an unknown woman. I turn my gaze back to Austin, disgruntled. He had lied and did not keep his promise.“Austin? Where is Bella?” I ask him. He raises his eyebrows and looks behind me then back at me bewildered than his expression changes to a full-blown triumphant smile. Have I ever mentioned how breathtaking he looks when he smiles? His dimples come out of their hiding spots and they are the most prominent and eye-catching after his pair of eyes.“Darling, this is Bella. I was wondering why you wanted to meet her. You don’t even know her,” he said then made a thoughtful face. I did not have words to describe the all too familiar feeling in me. After all, I have been betrayed by the closest people all my life. He is clever, he knew who I meant when I said I wanted to meet Bella.“Austin, you know who
“Our wedding. Remember? It was just a contract marriage and I want a proper ceremony with all my people attending. I want every single soul on this earth to know that you are mine,” He said. WHAT?! A ceremony? What is wrong with him? I turned around in his embrace which proved to be a very wrong move from my side as our faces were just a few inches apart. I ignored his scent and our proximity to keep my ground and sanity.“Firstly, I’m not yours. Secondly, I haven’t accepted this marriage and I don’t accept you as my husband. Thirdly, if you somehow manage to drag me down the aisle then I have a condition. I want my sister to walk me down the aisle,” I said without looking at him. My hands were on his chest trying to push him away. His grip on my waist tightened and pulled me closer to him if that was even possible because we were as close as two fingers joined.“Annabella, you are mine and we don’t have to argue ov
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t feel my surroundings. I tried to come back to my senses, it was hard to see when black dots were swarming in my vision. After a lot of tries, I finally came back to my senses. I slowly tilted my head downwards, towards the gun. The gun was right beside my right bleeding arm. I looked back to Austin to see his handsome poker face. “Does your answer change?” He asked with his deep baritone voice. It’s funny how I find this man attractive in this life-threatening situation. His eyes, nose, lips and jaw are made in a way that it looks like a puzzle flawlessly coming together. I am stupid to decline before but I am not that stupid who would decline after being shot. Well not exactly shot but a bullet did graze my arm and pierced into the wall behind me. I nodded vigorously; looking at my expression he smirked and raised his eyebrows. “Words, Dorogoy. Use your words,” He said trailing the warm gun barrel on my bruised
George put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face him. His akimbo arms waited for me to slide in my arm and I did it without a second thought. He smiled at me then walked me out of the room but not before handing me a bouquet of white roses.I have always heard that white flowers are a symbol of spiritual enlightenment, faith and innocence. Here I was holding it unwillingly and walking down the aisle with Austin’s brother. It felt as if Austin made sure that I would not walk backwards from here by making George walk me down the aisle. I wish my sister was somewhere here. I hope she is viewing this, I hope she tries to stop this, although I am legally married to him I don’t want to get married to him in front of his clan and let them witness this matrimony.Matrimonies are supposed to be holy but this one is nowhere close to being holy matrimony. They are between two people who are willing to get tied to each other for eternity with their conse
Before my father passed away when I was ten, I used to think that matrimony is between two people that love each other dearly. That was until my mother passed away. I had believed in that until Liam- my stepfather had married another woman. There was not an ounce of love between them and the words they used to call each other were nothing close to good. They were together for their selfish reasons.My father had never treated my mother the way Austin is treating me. He never used vulgar language let alone abuse her. From what I used to see, they were a really happy couple. I never expected Austin to treat me that way but I also never expected him to treat me the way he is treating me. Hell, there was no time to think from the time I got to know about the matrimony till it was done.I looked at Austin, astonished by what he had said. I was not going to strip and give away my innocence to him. I stood there frozen on my spot not showing any signs of obeying his command.
He frowned at first then he nodded and took my hand in his, pulling me towards the couch. I sit there next to him while he scrolls through his contacts and calls someone saying “It’s time,”. I looked at him bewildered, what did he mean by saying it’s time?I contemplated before I asked him about it and when I was going to ask about it there was a knock on the door. Austin allowed the person on the other side to enter the room. A man entered with a black suitcase and looked at his boss for further orders.“Ella lay down on the bed,” Austin ordered.Ella? Why the hell would he call me Ella? People call me Anna in short, not Ella. I roll my eyes at my thoughts. There is nothing to make a fuss about but still, I just wanted to point it out to him.“Anna,” I said and did not move an inch from my spot. He sighed and looked at the man as if he knew what he was saying. He turned around and waited beside the bed with