Chapter 0006

Sarah's POV

After Vincenzo took his gun away, I heaved a huge sigh of relief and watched him walk into the bathroom.

The truth was that I was scared. Who wouldn't be after seeing a gun?

Who wouldn't be scared to know that they had married someone dangerous? Yet this perilous man seemed like the only person willing to give me a place to live. At least for a year before the contract ends, I thought. But even at that, I still felt grateful.

I heard the sound of running water that came from the bathroom, and I went over to the small table in the room, rubbing my skin with some oils.

I rummaged through the wardrobe after.

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath. I realized I hadn't brought any clothes over, not even underwear. I had no choice but to pick out one of Vincenzo's shirts.

The shirt was particularly big for me, coming down below my thighs.

I stared at the king-sized bed, and I wondered whether to wait for him, or just sleep–I chose the latter.

Not long after I plopped myself on the bed, I heard the bathroom door click before it opened.

I shut my eyes tightly, pretending to sleep. I thought he would leave. I thought we would have separate rooms since our marriage was just a contract, but when the bed beside me dipped, I realized I was wrong.

“You can continue pretending to sleep, or have me make you sleep for real.” His voice came, and I shivered. I could feel the killing intent from him. I slowly opened my eyes.

“Thank you,” I calmly said to ease the tension. I was truly thankful to him for making me realize I should not die without making Eloha and her mother pay for what they did.

I gasped when he rolled over, capturing me underneath his body as he stared deeply at me.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” He asked, his voice hoarse, and my eyes widened. How could I possibly seduce him?

“No...” I said, my face flushing in embarrassment.

“Then why are you wearing such a transparent shirt?” He asked, his gaze moving to rest on my chest. When I stared down at myself, I gasped, covering my chest with my hands.

I hadn't realized how transparent this particular shirt was until he pointed it out. The color of my skin could be seen beneath the shirt, as well as the shape of my breasts. My cheeks turned crimson.

“I had no clothes to wear.” I tried to explain, and I saw the look in his eyes. He was fighting to control something deep within him, yet when he returned to my side, I felt a bit disappointed. Perhaps I thought he was going to do something.

“I'll have Kai take you to buy some clothes tomorrow.” He said, and I turned to stare at his side profile. It was simply mesmerizing, and I found myself unable to look away.

“Sleep.” His voice came again, and I tore my gaze away, feeling something unfathomable rise in my chest.

I pushed my thoughts aside before closing my eyes and drifting off.

…

The next day came in a flash, and Kai took me to buy clothes. Before we left, I had met one of Vincenzo's female subordinates…Coco.

“I'll believe I'll be of help than Kai. I'm a woman, after all.” She had proposed to Vincenzo, and he agreed.

In the end, not only was Kai escorting me to the mall, but Coco was as well.

There was something about her gaze that repulsed me. Womanly instincts, perhaps? But whatever it was, it made me want to stay away from her.

While Kai referred to me as “madam,” she never did. Not that I minded.

When we arrived at the mall, Coco led us to a high-end boutique where I picked out some clothes for myself.

After changing into one of the outfits, I walked out to see the two people I did not want to see–Eloha and my cheating ex, John.

When Eloha noticed me, she immediately walked over, casting a bright smile across her face.

“Is sister here to shop?”

“What else would I be doing here?” I asked, and she turned mute, not expecting me to be able to say anything. For the years I had lived with them, I had never talked back or said anything, no matter how much I was hurting. But this time, everything was different.

“Ah, yes. The mall is indeed for shopping. I never thought you had that kind of money to be in this particular boutique.” She said, intertwining her hand with John's.

She was trying to imply that I had no money to buy anything here unless it was a man sponsoring me. I had the urge to chuckle.

Other people shopping in the boutique turned to look at me–all they remembered was my scandal with Vincenzo.

“Isn't she shameless? Living off a man? Who knows what tactics she used to get into his bed?” They whispered. I only smiled. This was what Eloha liked–to hear people badmouth me.

“I don't believe my relationship with my boyfriend has anything to do with anyone. Let's talk about you instead. Even you, who is so cultured, had settled for second-hand goods, aren't you being a hypocrite?” I asked, disdain dripping from my voice.

I saw a vein on John's head pop.

“Who are you calling second-hand?” He almost yelled.

“You're my ex-boyfriend, are you not? That makes you secondhand.” I stated, my tone filled with coldness. I had lost every ounce of respect for him ever since I caught him in bed with my sister.

I directly walked out without buying anything, leaving the two cheaters to continue shopping.

Midnight came again, and Kai had some dresses sent over. Even if I had walked out of the boutique angrily and not bought anything, he still bought all the dresses I had laid my hands on.

“Thoughtful,” I muttered under my breath as I picked out a silk sleepwear.

Vincenzo seemed to have something to do and did not return early.

As I lay in bed, my thoughts wandered.

I had just closed my eyes to sleep when I felt a figure towering over me.

“Ah!” I cried out in surprise as I met his eyes. He towered over me, his eyes grave, and I felt the strange air emanating from him. He reeked of smoke.

“You dare sleep without seeing me?” He asked, and I shivered.

“I thought you wouldn't be coming back soon.”

“Why would I not come back? We still have one thing to fulfill as a newlywed couple.” He said, and I stared at him in confusion. What did he mean?

“Shouldn't we consummate our marriage?” Asked, and my breath caught in my throat.

My face turned crimson. His lips curled up into a smirk, making my breath hitch.

Did he want to consummate the marriage now?

I gasped when he pinned my hands above my head, staring at me like a predator ready to devour its prey.