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With that question, I remembered him. The stranger I had a one-night stand with.

Oh no! I gasped. I couldn't speak yet.

This can't be the man I'm betrothed to, my head kept screaming these words over and over in a minute till i lost my balance and fainted.

I woke up again with a headache. I could count how many times I lost consciousness on this day.

I was still in that room and memories of what happened before I fainted flashed through my mind again.

Before I could think of anything else, the stainless door of the bathroom opened and this guy walked out.

He had just a towel tied loosely on his waist and another towel around his broad shoulders.

His chest was bare with drops of water running down his torso from his spiky hair . He wiped his hair and walked towards me.

"I thought as much. Your faint had answered my question. Young lady, if you think you can walk your way into my life because of that silly one-night stand, then you must be hallucinating. " he said, peering into my eyes.

His stare was frightening.

I didn't just walk my way into his life.

Doesn't he even know the back story of this matter? I was being forced to marry him all in the name of being betrothed and he thought I liked it.

And also, I never knew he was the son of Draco during our moment that night .

All these things were what I spoke to myself in my head. I couldn't say a word to him.

"You'll be leaving here soon because I can never have anything to do with a whore like you. You're not my Disha!" he raised his voice at the last statement.

He must have loved whoever was this "Disha".

However, I couldn't take it when he called me a whore. What did he even think I am?

With the seething rage in me, I began to yell at him too , with these words;

"Ohh, I'm now a whore right? Weren't you the one riding the hell out of me that night after luring me to drink with you? I had come to deliver sheets to that hotel, only for you to defile me and you come here to call me a whore? It is you who's a casanova because who goes around sleeping with a stranger?? Listen, the same way you feel bad about this, is the same way I'm hurt because I'm being forced into getting married to you, so don't think I fancy your asshole. "

I was a bit surprised at myself. I quivered after yelling, wondering what would happen after I had yelled like that to a Mafia heir.

Where did that courage come from? I watched him smile wickedly and walk to his wardrobe in the closet. He changed into a set of pajamas, and walked back to me.

I didn't even move.

Then, he bent to the cushion level and said ;

"You'll be needing more of that boldness from today onwards. And any day I do not see your mouth whine the way it just did, trust me when I say, I'll make you eat your words and afterwards, you'll serve a punishment. "

Okay, now I began to fidget.

Soon, one of the maid servants knocked on the door.

"How may I help you?" Ray growled from inside, not even caring to know which of the servants was at the door.

"Master, the Boss requests your presence at the dining table with...with...your wife, sir " I heard her voice shake before she mentioned "your wife" . I wasn't even happy about that, but the next thing Ray did was unexpected.

He opened the door, pulled the girl in and slapped her twice across her cheeks.

This servant looked like she was in her early twenties, just a bit younger than Ray.

The sound of the slaps was so resounding that I shivered.

His face red with anger as his jaw clenched, he grabbed her by her throat and made her look at me.

"Ask her what her name is, " he said, while the girl kept coughing. How would she be able to even ask me the question!

"Lorna, Lorna is my name " I said , my voice quivering. This man seems to be worse than the devil's son, I thought in my mind.

The first thing I understood was that he gets angry easily and it was scary.

He stared at me for a while and then turned back to the girl.

"You've heard her name. Do not ever refer to her as my wife!" he had a disgusted look while making the last statement.

At first, I was beginning to ask myself if I was so bad for him.

But then, I remembered I didn't even have to think about it because I don't even want him too.

"And let your boss know that I and this lady are not coming. We're not hungry " he said before pushing the girl out and locking the room again.

Indeed, I was very hungry, but I didn't even know how to say so.

He walked to his refrigerator and brought out a bottle of red wine with one glass.

That act flashed me back to that one night. That was the same way he went to his refrigerator and brought out a bottle of wine, with just both of us in the room.

The only difference now was that he brought just one glass cup.

Pouring the contents into the glass cup, he gulped everything down.

Funny enough, his gaze never left me while he kept drinking.

I noticed he was getting tipsy after about the seventh gulp, yet he kept trying to maintain his balance.

Taking the last one, he dropped the cup and the bottle and sat on the edge of the bed.

I feared that what happened between us would repeat again.

Even though I'd liked it then, but now, it was all regrets and knowing that it is this man whom I was being forced to marry...I hated it.