CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 6

(Elisa's POV)

Fear gripped my chest as he continued screaming at me, demanding an answer. I tried releasing myself from his grip on my arm but my struggles seemed pointless as he only held on tighter. “Let go!!!” I yelled, my expression twisting in pain. “It hurts”.

“You want me to let go?” He question in a sarcastic voice. “fine, I'll let go” and with that he dragged me along with him, roughly shoving me to the bed, trapping me beneath him as his hands began tugging at the straps of my dress, further revealing the love marks imprinted on my skin. He stared blankly at my exposed skin for a while before suddenly busting out in subtle laughter. “Now I understand, you're only doing this to get my attention aren't you?, because I slept with the maid, right? That's why you did it?” He voiced, sounding a little too calm.

“I won't deny the fact that your escapades with that lowly maid served as a fuel to my anger, leading me to explore my options and taste the satisfaction of being with a man of your household, but after experiencing what it's like to be treated with the upmost importance all night long, I can't blame you for desiring it as well. It's evident in the dynamic of our relationship that we habour no feelings towards each other, so how about we make a deal? It would be best to come to an agreement of some sort to satisfy both our needs as this marriage proves inevitable. I'm giving you the permission to indulge yourself in whatever may tickle your fancy, including the company of other women as I have no intention of being romantically involved with a incompetent degenerate like you.”

His expression faltered for a moment, almost as though he was trying to mask his hurt as he spoke. “I don't agree” he responded, his voice shaking with something other than anger as he got off me and headed towards the door without looking back.

I was infuriated by his refusal, yelling profanities at him as he walked away without even bothering to respond until the last words escaped my lips. “Don't expect me to remain faithful to you. I don't owe you anything, least of all loyalty”

He immediately came to a halt after hearing my words, his shoulders trembling softly as he clenched his fists in silence. “Please wear something less revealing when you're coming down for breakfast, the whole family will be present and I wouldn't want them to get involved in our dispute” just like that he left with his head down, softly shutting the door behind him.

A few minutes later, after freshening up I reluctantly decided to join the rest of the family for breakfast downstairs. Just as I was making my way down the hallway, my mind instinctively reminisced the memories of my earlier on encounter with the mysterious man I spent the night with. “I didn't even get to ask his name?” I thought out loud, just as I was deep in thought, pondering on his identity, I accidentally bumped into someone, causing me to almost fall to the ground. “I'm so sorry, it's my fault for failing to notice you, I should've watched my steps more carefully. I'm really sorry” I voiced apologeticly as I raised my head, curious to know who it was, only to be met with a gaze more disdainful the that of Damian's father. I held my breath, wondering why he was staring at me with such hostility. “I said I was sorry” I repeated. “There's no need for you to stare at me with such hostility in your eyes” I teased, hoping to lighten the atmosphere. Unfortunately my buffoonery wasn't met with amusement as he grabbed me by the throat, squeezing tightly as he pulled me closer, leaning in. “what gave you the right to think you're entitled to the privilege of speaking to me?” he whispered, his voice a chilling calm.

A was instantly covered in cold sweat as it became increasingly difficult to breathe. “Stop” I pleaded, forcefully trying to pry his hands off me but it was all to no avail, his grip only tightened even more as his fingers began digging into my skin, drawing blood.

I tried calling for help but it proved impossible as I slowly began fading. In my last attempt to fight back, I clawed at his hand, hoping to break free but my attempt only seemed to anger him even more as he released his grip before aggressively slammed me into the wall, causing me to tremble in pain as my head began to bleed. I crouched down by the wall, violently chocking as blood flowed freely from my head, completely soaking my blonde hair red and staining my dress.

Just as he was about to strike me again, Damian came running, scooping me into his arms as he turned to question him. “Uncle, what do you think you're doing!!!?” He yelled, gradually loosing composure.

“Uncle?” I repeated in shock as I stared up at the towering figure Infront of me.

Before I could fully understand the situation, he pulled out a gun, pointing it directly at Damian's head, his finger teasing the trigger right before our eyes.

“Watch your tone when you speak to me Damian, unlike your father I'm under no obligation to tolerate your stupid antics” he threatened, his voice still exuding the same calm but dangerous Aura.

Just with a few words he managed to completely silence Damian's retort.

The tensed situation seems to have been soothe by Damian's open submission to his uncle, but just as his uncle was about leaving Damian, unable to accept the humiliation opted to speak. “Leonard!!!” he yelled in anger, bringing his uncle to a halt. “You dare call me by my name? It seems I have no other option but to teach you a lesson today” and with that response, a shot was fired by Leonard, a smile plastered on his face as the bullet headed straight for Damian, badly grazing his arm.

Just as Leonard opted to take a second shot, a firm voice cut through the commotion. “Leo, do you dare!!!?”