Forced To Marry A Broken Monster.

When my father and I reached the end of the aisel, I glanced at him. Victro Viper had his eyes on Jacopo Nicolo. While my father's eyes were no longer void of any emotions, there was a certain look in them that I couldn't quite decipher. My father then dropped his eyes on me for a split second before he turned away. "Step forward." The priest spoke with a gentle voice, and I forced myself to move. No matter how hard I tried to stop myself from limping, I couldn't control it. My right leg was too weak to hold my entire weight for more than a few seconds at a time. I stood in front of the man without lifting my eyes to his. My line of sight was directed at his hands, both hidden within black leather gloves. The priest started speaking, and not a single word he spoke entered my ears. Nothing made sense to me as I continued to stare at the man's gloved hands. Why is he wearing gloves on a day this hot, especially one that is leather? Was it to hide the blood he had on his

I landed on a chair with no armrest, one I had not seen because the bed had all of my attention. My breath was coming out short, my vision swimming and my head filling up with pressure.I heard a chair squeal, and I looked over to see Jacopo slowly lowering himself to the opposite side of the small circular table separating us.Despite not being thrown on the bed, I was still unable to calm my heart down, gain control over my breath, and stop my heart from having a heartbeat of its own.I placed my shaking hands on my lap and slowly raised my eyes to his.Jacopo Nicolo was staring me down as if he was trying to study me. I can almost see the gears turning in his head, as if he was thinking about what he would do to me.Jacopo said no words, just boring his gaze into me. The burn scars on his face pulled at his cloudy eye when he narrowed his eyes at me, and it quickly made me avoid making eye contact with him.Jacopo placed something on the table, and the small click it made when he

I dragged the suitcases down the hall, wondering if I was supposed to move them to his bedroom, or if there was a guest bedroom I could stay in.I tried to open the doors of the rooms located on either side of the hall, but all of them were locked.The only door that remained open was his bedroom, and that was all I needed to know that I wasn't provided with a private space for myself.With no other option to take, I dragged the suitcases into his bedroom and set them aside near the door.I knew I had less than an hour to get ready, and I was desperate to get out of this wedding dress, so I opened one of the suitcases in search of a more comfortable dress.A frown covered my face when I realized that most of the dresses, almost all of them, didn't belong to me. They were all brand new, their tags still attached.I haven't gone shopping in the last one year, which was why I was staring at the opened suitcase with wide eyes.I reached for the other suitcase and pulled the zipper open to

I stared at the door with confusion. There was no way that the man I saw stepping out of the elevator was my husband. He knocked again, but this time around, it was a knock of frustration, not as soft as the first three were. "I'm not going to tell you again. Get out now." Jacopo ordered, his voice growing more and more impatient. "Don't make me break this door down." He threatened. I took a huge gasp of air in to relax my burning lungs. With the hair drier pressed to my chest, I took a step closer to the door, then another, then another, until I was standing right in front of it. I slowly reached for the door knob, my hand uncontrollably shaking at the thought of what I would find on the other side of it. Surly, I remember what Eliot Williamson sounded like. Heck, how could I ever forget his voice when he's angry or even calm? But what about the man I saw then? "Any minute now." Jacopo's deep voice reached me once more, and I forced myself to unlock the door before I pulled i

Jacopo Nicolo...Smoke rose to the high ceiling of the room, a small dot of fire burning from the end of a cigarette that one of the members of the web decided to light.I kept my gaze on the man and the danger the cigarette possessed.One flick of fire on the luxurious carpet, and we'd all be crisps."Antonio?" Dante called out to the man with the lit cigarette. "Put that damn cigarette out." He ordered before he turned his attention to me."And Nicolo?" He called out, forcing my eyes away from Antonio to look at Dante. "Stop eyeing Antonio like he would torch us any second and focus on the damn meeting."His order made something rise in me, a vulnerability that made me feel like I was standing naked in front of the whole room. I swallowed the anger that followed after it and kept my eyes away from the idiot who decided to light a cigarette in a closed room.My fingers itched, and it felt as if the flames were licking my skin all over again, leaving a heavier and an even ugl