Elysia Pov
"Do you take Damon Contreras as your lawfully wedded husband?" The officiating minister asked for the second time before I heard myself mumble out a reply.
I had said yes to that man even though I wanted so bitterly to say no and be exempt from the inferno I was about to coerce myself into, but one tinge at my parent, and I had to swallow back the honest reply.
My heart still aches, remembering all the anguish I endured that day. Put up a cheerful face of a newly espoused even though I was crying myself a river on the inside. It was even more frustrating that he knew all about my inner upheaval, yet he chose to play the happy couple with me as well.
Even though it's been five years since we got married, the memories are still fresh in my mind, like it was just yesterday.
Tugging the thought to the back of my mind, I let out a whiff and inclined myself not to dwell on that dreadful moment any longer than necessary, even though it has become a constant nightmare even in my waking moment.
My entire existence as I know it has changed since the day he walked into it like an opaque silhouette from hell, soliciting my life as payment for my brother's stupid mistake. My parent conceding to his demand wasn't the annoying part, but getting shuffled by him to the altar was.
At first, I thought it was a feeble parody, and everyone was going to laugh about it, and that would be it, but no, it was the advent of my suffering, and ever since that day, I have only had to titter when I'm drunk or having a chat with my friends. Yet even in my intoxicated state, I still can't arrive at the house I share with that man without being cued of the nightmare that is my home.
My chest scorched bitterly with hot tears rippling down my cheeks as I sobbed into my cushion, compelling myself not to make a single sound. Sometimes, I wonder what my life would have been like if I was a daughter of an ordinary man. Maybe my life would have taken a diverse turn and a lot better.
"Mummy, mummy!" I heard my four-year-old daughter, Becca, dubbing at me and snapping me out of my woolgathering of thought.
Wiggling towards the door, I found her running towards me with her twin brother Ian closely in pursuit.
"Mummy, I want to eat cake, but Ian won't let me," Becca cried.
"That's not true. She wants to eat every single piece without sharing with me," Ian retorted before I could shriek at them to keep quiet.
I can't even stand the sight of my kids. Their voice makes me wince each time they speak to me and call me 'mummy.' Every glance at them constantly reminds me of how they were conceived.
Their oddity of a father had me bandaged to the damn bedpost on our wedding night while he forced himself on me repeatedly.
Maybe I'm wrong to react in this manner to my flesh and blood, but each time I gaze at them, I see them as the result of that night of the assault, and I can never bring myself to love and ratify them as mine.
I louse slightly when I feel Becca's hand pulling at the hem of my dress before I heaved her away from me.
"How many times have I told you two not to disturb me when I'm in my room, hmm?" I scolded, my voice a little loud than I intended.
"I'm sorry, mom, but I thought you might want to help out," Ian said dejectedly, and I almost rolled my eyes at him. He is just like his father. Blonde twirly hair with eyes as deep as the blue sea. He was the exact copy of his father. If not for the side dimples, I would have surmised that he was all him.
Becca at least has my features, but still, it hasn't made me see her any different.
"Well, you thought wrong. Where is your Nanny?"
"We don't want the Nanny to prepare our breakfast. My friend said her mother makes breakfast and even helps them get ready for school," Becca whined with tears.
"I'm sorry that friend of yours must have a very idle mother. I'm not, and as you can see, I have to get to work. Now go on, hurry and go find your nanny before you are late for school." I shoved them out the door before blasting the door shut from the inside.
My knees felt like jelly even as I crouched against the door frame before it gave out, and I went skidding to the floor-crumbling on my knees. I'm a horrible person, I know, but I can't help but feel this way towards my kids.
I can't even bear to look at them. I want to disappear. I sat on the frigid arduous floor with my arms wrapped around my knees, but it didn't stop me from squirming from all the crying. For five freaking years, I have been in this prison called marriage with absolutely no way out.
Damon won't grant me a divorce even if I ask for it. He'd instead saunter on hot coal than sign his emblem on any divorce papers.
"Beep beep," I heard my phone chime across the bed and made to retrieve it. Maybe it was from work. Dabbing my face with the back of my hands, I picked it up.
"Hello Elysia, we have a problem," I heard my best friend's voice shrieking at me over the phone.
"What is the problem, Julia?"
"Your husband stopped our project. We got a call from Seattle, and they canceled all partnerships. We've been pulled out of the show. All our designs and models were rejected. What is going on?"
My grip pulled taut on the phone as my brows crimped. I can't allow myself to be vulnerable. I won't let him walk over me this time, not when it has to do with the only thing that gives me purpose.
It was just 7:30 am. I trotted to his room in the east wing, hoping he was yet to leave for work. The sound of my heels clicking on the tiled floor filled the room. My eyes dwindled as I kept reciting words I would say when I got to him. I nudged his door open without knocking. He was dressed in a black velvet suit and perched on the couch, his eyes by the Tv screen in front of him. On his right hand was a bowl of popcorn. He had his two million dollar Richard Mille watch perfectly wrapped around his left wrist, and his shoes were just as expensive. 'He is dressed for work yet watching anime?' I strode nigher to him, he could hear the clicking sound of my heels, yet he feigned I wasn't there. "Why did you have my contract at Seattle canceled?" I shrieked, but still, he didn't spare me a glance. My eyes wafted to the TV, and I knew how to make him talk to me. I walked to the wall socket, and I switched the TV off. "Someone grew wings overnight." He stood on his feet, his brows
DAMONTwenty years ago, I was a scared little teenager, often threatened by my father, David Contreras. Some of his punishments was to make me walk to school, knowing just how much the people in the city hated his governance. I was often humiliated and thrown specks of dirt; before I got to school, a beggar looked neater than I was.His reason was I needed to be strong and willful. One day I was walking back home, and people selling by the street threw tomatoes at me. Tears were falling from my eyes like a cascade. I know just how bad of a governor my Father was, but I wasn't him. Why was I getting stomped at for his sins?My books fell on the ground, and I bent to pick them up. I couldn't wipe the tears from my eyes so the tomatoes puree wouldn't enter my eyes. Suddenly I felt a shield over my head. The tomatoes were splashing on the ground. It made me wonder what had happened. When I looked up, I saw a girl holding an umbrella over my head. She looked a bit younger. Eyes as bright
Elysia Pov"Elysia!" Jake's whispers of fear still reverberated in my ears as he fell to the ground, trimmed in his blood. The sound of the gunshot still tinkling in my head. I lunged my hand forward only to get squashed by the man that I've not only come to loathe but wanted to kill. Every bone in my body, bleeding for revenge. "Arrrghhh!" I deplored in pain as my gape met Damon's. His eyes shimmered red, but that didn't affect me. I wanted to see him lying lifeless on the floor just like Jake, maybe then I can forgive him."Did you detest me that much to sleep with my enemy?" I couldn't help but scoffed at his words as gashes rolled down my cheeks. Enemy? If I knew any of his I would have killed him years back. I wouldn't let myself tolerate this much, I will rather be in jail than let him take advantage of me this way. "I loved you Elysia, but you had to do this. Now you are nothing but the mother of my kids." "You know no love Damon, your love is as toxic as your nature. You
Elysia Pov "Beg!" He shrieked at me. His voice was louder than before. I could feel tears rolling down my cheeks from the corners of my eyes. My whole body was burning for revenge, but I had no power, no means to save myself from this misery and coming chaos. I have to beg for his help, and I need to; It's the only way I can keep myself and then map out a revenge plan. "Please help me." My lips struggled to mutter words that irritated my heart. Every glance at him and all I can see is his gun edge at Jake and killing him in cold blood. "That's not good enough." His brow slanted and his teeth gnashing in extreme anger. His eyes narrowed deeper, darker than usual. His jealousy was obvious. I know how much he wants me, but this isn't what love is, at least not how I'd describe it. He was obsessed with me, yet he called it love. "Say it!" He yelled, seeing how I was spacing out. "Please." I pleaded, and he smiled. His face drew closer to mine. Instantly I clenched my eyes shut, and
Damon Pov Mornings aren't my favorite. To be factual, I detest mornings, and this is because of the woman I married. Though a married man, I still dream of waking up someday with a woman beside me, no other woman but my wife. Our lives have gotten even more arduous. I used to be the only one whose love was squabbling and trying to make our family work, but now, I feel nothing but disdain for my wife-so I think. .... The alarm rang loudly making me even more agitated than I am. I tried to put it off but I ended up grumpily shoving it on the floor. My eyes rolled provoked by the mess I made. I placed my legs on the frigid floor only to be greeted by a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I screeched at whoever was there. I know for a fact that it would be no other than Grayson or Madeline. It can never be Elysia or the kids. The kids must have gone to school already. And Elysia, certainly won't bother checking on me. "Sir, it's Rosaline. The police are by the door and request to see
Elysia Pov"Where are you taking my wife?" I was ravaged until I heard those utterances. I've never thought I'd be cheerful to see Damon but peeking at him in those oversized pajamas through the car's windscreen I've never been this thrilled in a long while. How could my enemy make me feel this way?For the first time, I admired his aura. Ambling towards the van with his brows slanted, and his long curved legs and shimmering silky skin that could make even men ask him for his skincare routine-I felt my lips slowly angling into a smile I found hard to control. My eyes squinted between the detectives. The next element I felt would make this all so lovey-dovey was a hug and kiss from my husband, but hell no! we will never share anything near passionate. I tried to snap out of my thoughts but heavens help me! This man is smoking hot. Perfectly shaped brows, and heart-shaped lips, with almond-shaped bright eyes that caused a tingling sensation between my legs. And to top it all, excludi
Elysia Pov"Madam, Mr. Damon is mandating your presence in his room." My grip tightened around my purse. I was dressed to go and check the company, and if it was affected by the news, but even now I can't seem to do anything, after consenting myself to Damon. My lips warped in a sneer as I whacked the door open and walked straight to Damon's. I didn't bother knocking on the door. He crouched on the sofa, his sleeves unbuttoned and his hair all dripping on his forehead.His tie was loosened and around his neck. His belt was on the sofa, and his pant's unzipped. The room was air-conditioned but I could see beads of liquid on his chest. I stride closer to him, and when he smiled, a drop of water dripped on his nose.'Maybe he just got out of the bathroom.' My lips parted as my eyes slowly trails his abs. He was holding a newspaper but dropped it on the sofa as he slowly stood on his feet. "You just barged in, I know I called for you but a knock on the door would be very polite. Don
Damon's Pov"The CCTV footage has been erased from the server. The detectives won't be able to prove where they got it from." I snickered as I read through the message from Warren I poured from the whiskey bottle beside the sofa on glass and sipped from it.The only thoughts that clouded my mind were the ways I tried devising to make Elysia my slave forever. I am going to dominate her.Suddenly my phone beeped, and when I gazed at it, it was a text from Lucius."Jake and Hector seem to have gotten no information from Elysia. From the information I got, I can tell Elysia was clueless, and Jake might have loved her. But their meeting was indeed planned by Hector, and it seems like they fell apart awhen Jake fell in love with Elysia."I could feel my thumbs slowly tighten around my phone. My teeth gritted as I couldn't help but envision Elysia with Jake.I thought it was mainly an affair, and she only used Jake because she yearned for freedom, but finding out that Elysia and Jake were