Author's POV:She bit her lips contemplating whether or not to open the door before eventually putting her hand on the metallic cold handle thinking there is no use of going back now. She slowly twisted it open and the loud creaking sound made her close her eyes since it was like she was announcing everyone about her arrival if there was anyone inside. But when she peeked inside she was met with a dark hall where could be seen no human habitants. She stepped inside after using all her strength to open the door and when she left the handle it got closed on its own like a spring. She closed her ears at the loud noise the door made before coming face to face with the utmost darkness. She stretched her hand behind to touch the door which she eventually did before sliding her hand along the door to the wall until a switch come in contact. The cement wall was so cold and also the hall where she was. Eventually she touched something which she anticipated to be a switch and pushed it switchin
Grusha's POV:"You do resemble your mother, young lady."The thick Italian accent I heard from behind didn't surprise me so I kept looking at the starry sky above me."Are you in for a drink?"And it made me turn around to see the old man who was holding up two champagne glasses. I smiled softly before grabbing one from him."It would be bad of me to let you hold this for long."I said while taking the glass to my mouth as he sipped his drink. My eyes averted from him to the hall behind when I felt a strong gaze on me to meet my husband's scary eyes.It’s been a while since we came to his grandfather's house as per his invitation and this whole time he has been keeping an eye on me which I was kind of thankful and annoyed at the same time. From the moment we stepped into this house he acts so different. He feel so strange. He feels so different from the person I know of. His gaze became less scary when he noticed me staring back at him while his grandfather, Mr. King gazed at the star
Grusha's POV: I watched him gulping down his glass in one go before grabbing my glass from my hand and placing them on a table."Would you give me the honor of dancing with you my lady?""Oh I am flattered Mr. Gentleman."He is quite playful and flirty to his age but I guessed that he knew better than to cross the line. I placed my hand over his as he walked me to the dancing floor where there were many couples swaying to the slow music. I placed my hand over his shoulder as he grabbed my waist by his other hand. It felt quiet awkward so I did my best to avoid his gaze which was directly on me. I was confused about the emotions that his eyes were displaying but I knew that they were not anywhere lust or desire or cunning. I continued to look down while recalling his features comparing them with Damien. The shape of their faces are the same which may confuse someone to think that they are father and son and the fact that Mr. King looks too young for his age have fair shares in that co
Grusha's POV: "Did you forgive me?"Did I? Speaking of which,"You had already decided to marry me when you came to me with those two options."He sighed but didn't avert his eyes from me before nodding."Yes.""Why? You already knew that there was no way I was going to Victor, right?""No. I didn’t. I didn't know anything about Victor's doings before. But I knew that you feared him. Even when you heard his name you feared him. I wanted to marry you and also wanted to know why you feared him so much.""Then h-how_"Shit! My voice has become hoarse. He is right. I fear him. I fear even his name. I cleared my throat before finishing my words."Then how did you get to know about_"The right words were not coming out of my mouth but before I could complete he started."I saw your body. I saw those scars. And I knew what kind of a man Victor is. You are lucky that he didn't use you in sex trafficking. I just guessed but that day....your expressions confirmed."Sex trafficking? Victor? Oh
Grusha's POV: My heart kept hurting while my inner voice yelled in my mind at how naive I am. The ringing voice in my head was unbearable as I finally broke into tears inside the car as I took my legs onto the seat before hugging my knees and snuggling my face in between. I heard the car door opening to the driver’s side but I couldn't care less as I finally let out all my emotions in the shape of drops of tears. I watched my tears getting absorbed in my dress as they made a huge wet patch in the front. I felt my cheeks and eyes burning as the impulsive feeling of being used again and again slapped me across my face taking me into the reality."Sweetheart_""SHUT UP!!!"I shouted as I felt his hand brushing my cheeks which made me disgusted more."Listen. Its n_""I SAID SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"I yelled on top of my lungs that I am sure the guards outside also may have heard me but I couldn't really care less. I felt him grabbing my arm and before I knew it was pulled over his
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Damien's POV: I watched her walking into her room before closing the door behind her without even giving a glance at my way. The whole ride back to home was like this with her being stubborn and me being zoned out. None of us made a noise during the ride which made her previous words to ring loudly in my mind."Ask Gomez to bring her dinner to her room."I said to one of my men who I appointed to keep an eye on her as I remembered that we didn't even wait for the dinner. And also we didn't get to bid our goodbyes to nonno which might have angered him by now which I know will be fine once I visited.I walked back to the elevator before pressing the button to go to the top floor. The elevator dinged and I walked into my office before slumping down in the chair."What do you want? You got everything you wanted right?""Why do you protect me?"Yeah. What do I want exactly? Why do I protect her? She was Pavlov’s fiancé and I wanted to marry her in order to piss him off and make him realiz
Grusha's POV: 'You will see.'His words kept me awake all night and the thought of being used by the person who makes me safe and comfortable was terrifying to even think about. When I woke up this morning my eyes felt heavy and head aching as hell. No way that a single pint of alcohol could make me like this. Perhaps the drops of tears that overflowed my eyelids by time to time last night could be the reason behind this gloominess.I flipped the blanket off of me only to realize that I was still in the dress I wore last night. I must have passed out when I dropped my body on the bed though I was intending to wash up before going to bed. Well, I was not really in the mood to do anything after I got to know that Damien married me for his benefits which also made me question what I really want from him. Though Damien said sternly that he did not marry me for Aslanov inheritance or power he didn't exactly say then why he married me. I was sure that there is a reason that I am not aware