CHAPTER 2

William laid completely still on the bed. Pain bloomed in every fiber of his body. He didn't need to check his body to know that he had already been decorated with bruises by Alex.

That bastard always resulted with violence. What was he even expecting if his mother was nothing but a witch.

He stared at the ceiling as if a way out would magically appear from there. And shot up from his bed. “Ahh my gut’” he winced while holding his stomach. That really hurts like shit. But what can be worse than marrying Jacob Adams? The underground dragon, an Alpha that makes his fellow Alphas tremble in horror. Few can stand his pheromones, even his father is terrified. Scratch that. He's like an ant in front of him.

Then how would he survive?

He quickly ran to the window and looked down. “ I will probably die if I jump down from here.” He stood in front of the window. “Well, if I perish I perish” he climbed onto the window sill. He looked down at the ground from a far distance. He swallowed, his heart on his throat. “ You know what? I do care if I perish” He quickly got down. “I can't die with my whole intestines sticking out of my body like an art piece.”

He closed the window, letting out a long sigh.“How do those people that commit suicide by jumping from a window, do it. I almost peed on my pants, my short lived life was about to flash before my eyes” He said caressing his chest. “ They must be bravely stupid.”

He limped back to his bed, nodding his head, and gently laid on his bed. What do he do now, his being locked up like a prisoner without being sentenced by a judge?

Should he just go ahead and jump?

No. No.

He needs to get out of here and fast.

Or he would be known as the groom that died on his wedding day. It reminded him of the movie titled ‘The Killer Bride’ but at least the protagonist was the killer not the one killed. Or maybe he can come back as a ghost and wipe out his entire family.

Hahaha.

His laughter didn't reach his brown eyes. His eyes were just empty. Emotionless.

That will be impossible. Tears strolled down his cheeks. Joking about the situation didn't help to relieve the weight of what is happening around him.

“Others marry for love, while I am about to get married for a payment” He held the blanket tightly, as if it was his life line. “l never thought that old man would stoop to this level.” His knuckles turned red due to the amount of strength he used to hold the blanket.

The already small room felt smaller. The air thinner. Even breathing felt like betrayal.

“Maybe he's not as bad as I have heard about him” He murmured softly, desperately hoping to ignite a flint of hope. There was no trace of it.

He just laid there, crying silently, his sobs buried in his throat. He curled himself up like a snake, pressing a pillow to his face. Every shiver felt like his slender body might snap in half. There was no need to sob out loud because—-no one would ever come.

He could never be Cinderella.

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In the city of Hawkwood, midnight meant nothing. The streets were still bustling with life. But the underground black market at the outskirts of the city was more lively.

There were so many black listed products, illegal materials and unregistered guns…Anything forbidden was sold there. It's a place of no laws but everyone who has been there knows there's only one law. That's not to enter the bad books of one man.

In a basement shot in with iron heavy doors, sat a man in a black leather couch. He was dressed entirely in black and black gloves. His grey eyes intensely locked on the man tied on the chair. Not knowing there's another problem awaiting him.

“So where did you keep my goods?” He said coldly as he took a long puff from the cigarette in his hand.

“I’m telling you the truth, Mr Adams,” the man swallowed, a yellow liquid visible running down his legs.

Mr Adams couldn't hide the disgust he felt when he looked at the little pool below the tied man. “ I haven't done anything to you yet.” He got up from the coach and walked slowly towards the man.

He started thrashing around, trying to break free. But he couldn't, the rope just dug into his skin. “Please Mr Adams, believe me” the man cried, snot coming out from his nose.

What, Mr Adams hated more than anything is lying. And the man was lying to him. He took out the dagger embedded with blue ruby at the handle from his waist straps.

“You know you're lying to me, Felix” he stood one foot away from Felix. “And you know how much I hate being lied to”

He moved. Fast. Clean

Felix didn't have time to register what was happening before his blade came down.

Aaaaah!!.

Felix’s screaming filled the whole room.

Two bloody fingers lay on the cold concrete beside his feet.

“See the mess you made” Mr Adams said, pointing to the blood stains splattered on his trousers. “That was new.”

Felix writhed in pain, breathing heavily. “P…please Mr Adams.”

“That's not what you are supposed to be saying right now” He said, as he raised his dagger and sliced Felix 's palm off.

Blood gushed out.

He sighed, glancing at his ruined trousers.

“Will you stop screaming already?” He bent down in front of Felix. “You're going to make me deaf’

“I'm.. s..sorry Mr Adams, I will never-”

“Sorry won't get my goods back, will it?” he said, patting Felix's face. “If you don't want to lose your other hand, you'd better start talking”

Mr Adams smiled.

But that smile made Felix's whole body tremble in dread.