Chapter One: Part 3

Is he going to tell them to knock me out while he has his ways with me? because while that thought can be insanely hot, the latter of him trafficking me would be a better sufficient thing for him to do.

A man like Damiel can get anyone he wants and I mean anyone at all.

The stiff man stops in front of me and opens his suit jacket to bring out a pen, handed it over to me before walking back to Damiel, oh my god I fumed over getting killed by a pen.

I could die of disgrace right now without anyone having to do it for him, I’ll just hang myself…

“Should we get this over with ….” Damiel looked at me with that blank expression of his, making it obvious to me that he needed my name to continue his dialogue which would be considered stupid, for a man like him would have done enough research and background check about me.

That is, unless he doesn’t see me worth it or he just wanted my contribution to the conversation. And truly like I predicted, the psychopath only confirmed my thoughts. Do royal wolves have mind reading abilities.

“I wanted you in the conversation Charlie”, yeah, I know.

Firstly, put aside the way he guessed my thoughts right and let’s think about how hot and sensual my name rolled off his tongue. Oh, my fucking gods and goddesses.

This man is making the decision of ending this conversation very hard.

Very demure, very mindful and totally very cutesy, too bad we won’t be seeing after this for any personal reasons, I’ll just keep seeing him appear on almost all shows in the country. Too bad I may not even see him because I’ll be busy getting married.

“How does fifty million of dollars sound to you? Every month”, Damiel asked with a bored expression. Every month?!, Every fucking month! He’s definitely going to be selling my body parts. Yup, def going to be losing those important organs soon.

He sounds like he’s giving out money to charity but who the hell gives fifty million every month to charity.

“Why…?” I asked feeling very stupid for even asking because surely that is the deal between, he and my father and I should not be expecting a reply from him. He owes me no explanation.

Well… seeing how he keeps staring at me, I think it is high time I stand up to leave because this would never work out for both of us.

“There are lots of rules here Charlie” he paused before he continued. “Lots of rules…, hard rules that would seem too hard for someone like you”, the moment he finished his statement, I felt so irritated for being judged without even knowing me but then I realized that he would have done a background check on me.

The fury burning in me forced me to answer “what rules would be so strange to worth fifty million, every fucking month”. like I said it’s the fury, not me.

This man looks me dead in the eyes and tells me “You would have to be in an heina after getting married to anyone from the voldov family”, okay, now that’s strange.

Seriously what the fuck is an heina and whatever the fuck that is, I still don’t think I care.

“What’s an heina, I don’t mean to sound rude but that was the pronunciation in my head” mere talking back at him gives me the hicks.

“Do you want pictures or explanation Charlie” Damiel calmly asked me and goddess the way he says my name, who the hell wants one of those when I can get both.

“Pictures and explanation”, oh Christ I sounded rude “please” I added to ease whatever was making him knit his brows together. I sure as hell hope those glares of his weren’t directed at me.

I could swear he did not move a finger but the guy beside him started walking towards me with a file on his hand.

On getting to me, he places the file on the armrest of the chair I was met with pictures of females and males in a huge garment that seem to be gowns but not really designed as gowns. They are obviously very expensive but has too much coverings for the body and it comes with a face veil when they are being photographed alone, that I noticed, and when with their partners they are with more opened clothes but still veiled, people whom features shows how rich they are taken care of.