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~Aria’s POV~

I watched as Kaius's back faded into the hallway, chains of thoughts running through my mind.

“Are you done?” A voice pierced through my ears, cutting off my reverie, and I turned to see Damien waiting for me.

I sighed deeply before walking over to him. All I wanted was to get out of this place. All I wanted was to never set eyes on that man again, but how could I tell Damien about it? I would be risking his safety as well. Especially now that Kaius had him in mind.

Up until this day, I had never spoken about my past with Damien. I knew he wanted to ask sometimes, but refrained. I was not ready to tell him about it just yet–or maybe I was never going to tell him how I was warming some other man's bed against my own will two years ago. How would he look at me?

By now my tipsiness had worn out.

I gasped when Damien picked me up, heading outside.

“Drive.” He said to the chauffeur, and by now my consciousness had begun to fade. I was exhausted.

“You'll be fine.” I could hear pieces of Damien's voice, making a sense of warmth wash over me as I closed my eyes.

By the time I woke up, it was already morning.

My eyes fluttered open, taking in the faint morning light that filtered through the curtains.

When my eyes scanned around, I was confused –this was a different room. Much different from the hotel room I and Damien had been staying at yesterday. This looked much more comfortable, much more luxurious.

“Eat some hangover soup.” Damien's voice came as he walked into the room, holding a bowl.

His hair was tousled, and his sleepy eyes moved to rest on me as I tried to get out of bed. My head hurt so much, probably because of the alcohol from last night.

“Thank you.” I said as I took the soup from him, begining to eat.

“Did you change hotels?” I asked, and Damien's eyes moved to stare at me before humming…

“Mhmm.”

“This looks nice.” I commented, scanning around as I drank my soup. I wanted to ask how he had gotten money to rent such a luxurious hotel, but refrained. I could only keep shut and let him tell me by himself.

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Damien rose from the bed to open it.

A stranger walked in, dressed in a black suit. His hair had been styled to perfection, and there was no trace of expression on his face. He seemed like some security. Perhaps the security in charge of the hotel? But what might a security guard want to say this early in the morning?

“Young master,” The man called out, and I felt as though my brain was electrocuted. Young master? Why would such a person refer to Damien as “young master?

My eyes moved to stare at Damien, stunned to see the cold look that married his face. This look, I had never seen before. It looked deadly, it looked emotionless. His obsidian eyes looked even darker than normal, and there were no traces of the playful smirk he usually gave me. Was this the same Damien I had been married to for two years?

“Speak.” He commanded, walking over to me as he took the soup from me, beginning to feed me.

Sure, Damien usually fed me sometimes, but I had never seen his aura change so much–it was dark, making me shiver involuntarily.

“The Old man asks that you return home for dinner tonight.” The man said, and the more he spoke, the more confused I got. My gaze shifted between Damien and this stranger, confused about what they were talking about.

“Hopefully he realizes that I am married and can bring my wife along. Am I right, Kai?” Damien asked, blowing on my soup before feeding me, his face devoid of any emotions –it was scary. It was as though the two men were fighting an invisible war that I could not see.

The man called Kai took one look at me before averting his gaze and bowing his head.

“Yes, the young master and mistress are invited for dinner.” He said, and my heart stopped. Young master and mistress?

I turned to see Damien's side profile as he stared at Kai. Who exactly was my husband? Who exactly was Damien? Was he the same person I knew?

My head was spinning rapidly.

“We will be there for dinner. Perhaps there is a lot to be talked about with the old man.” Damien said, and Kai nodded before bowing and walking out.

There was silence as soon as the door closed–a deafening silence as Damien spoon fed me.

I had a lot of questions to ask.

“We'll be going back to my family house for dinner tonight.” Damien stated, his aura getting lighter.

He dropped the empty bowl onto the bedside table, pulling me into his arms as he tried to kissed me. My eyes widened.

“Ah! You can't kiss me!” I almost yelled, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

“Why not, wife?” Damien asked, his eyes bearing into mine as he pulled away, and his lips slowly curled up. I bet he could see the shade of red that had inched it's way up my cheeks.

“I haven't brushed my teeth yet.” I said, my face flushing with embarrassment. I heard Damien's raspy chuckle, making my breath hitch.

“Wife will be kissed whether or not she has brushed her teeth.” Damien calmly stated, still maintaining the smirk on his lips.

“I'll freshen up.” I said as I hurriedly rushed towards the bathroom. My reddened face had given out my embarrassment.

“I'll answer all your questions after dinner tonight.” He said, and I paused and turned. Seeing his serious expression, I nodded. I would be ready to hear all the explanations.

As I stared at myself in the mirror of the bathroom, my thoughts slowly drifted away, and realized Damien might not be the man I had known him to be.

“Young master.” I muttered under my breath, repeating Kai’s words.

Damien was not the average man I had been thinking he was for two years.

He was more.