CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Slam!”

Sharon's butt made contact with the cold jade floor immediately the door to Luca's mansion was slammed shut.

The diamonnds, and all the other adornments that had graced the back of her dress poked her skin and left a stinging sensation because of the impact

“You prick! What if I had screamed? There are news reporters outsi—”

“Sound proof doors, tinted windows specifically installed for my married life”

“So what, you would drop dead if you had carried me for another three seconds?”

Luca walked over her body like she was a corpse, then he turned back to give her a deathly stare

“Don't tell me you didn't read my terms and conditions”

“I—”

Sharon instantly remembered reading the first four rules then squeezing the rest.

“You're not very bright are you?”

Sharon got up from the floor slowly, her back was sore

“I didn't read it all, but I looked at it”

“Well then, you should remember that the third rule specifically said you should maintain a three feet distance from me at all times!”

Luca turned his back and continued walking

You asshole, where will I sleep

“When you learn to address me properly, I'll have someone show you around”

“It's 8:45 pm, I do have time for this!

I'm tired and I need to sleep”

“There's the floor, I figured since you liked it so much, you wouldn't mind sleeping on it”

Sharon would not take it, she just couldn't take it

She walked up to Luca and dragged his suit

“You don't deserve my respect, you slept with that whore two days to our wedding, and you had the balls to make me hear all of it on the phone!”

Luca was silent. He looked at his suit bunched up in her hands, then he looked at her

“You really want to piss me off don't you?

You're mad because I enjoyed myself, it's so pathetic right?”

Luca took off his suit jacket, then his tie followed

“Was that why you pulled that stunt at the altar, because you were jealous?”

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head on the wall

Then he grabbed her chin roughly with his other hand

And his lips crashed on hers.

Sharon was helpless, she couldn't move an inch

He wasn't kissing her, he was punishing her, repaying the favour tenfold.

She had tried to hurt him on the altar, but she wasn't very successful

She felt a sharp pain on her lower lip and blood leaked out. She could taste the metal.

He broke the kiss and spat on the floor

“Now tell me wife— if you enjoyed that”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she shook her head

“Get away from me! I didn't enjoy it!”

She sobbed

“Good, you shouldn't be jealous then”

Luca picked up his suit, and his tie and climbed up the stairs to his room.

And Sharon was scrunched up on cold the floor in her wedding dress, blood in her mouth, as she tried to comprehend what was her new home

****************

“Seeing you with that cheap slut is starting to irritate me”

Mr Pavilochenki said as he came down from his Lamborghini.

They had just arrived from the reception.

“Grandfather I assure you, she's very promising”

Donald and his grandfather walked down the garden to the entrance of the Pavilochenki mansion. It was especially beautiful at night.

There was an outdoor tea set-up ready for them both.

Ornamental flowers decorated it, and left a sweet smelling fragrance in the air.

A man was already seated, having tea. He was dark and scarred on the left side of his face. He looked dangerous, like the type of guy who would shoot a pregnant woman in the belly and sleep like nothing happened

“Only a dangerous man drinks tea like this after his grandson’s wedding”

He said as he stood up to acknowledge the old man

“Well it's not the first time I've been called dangerous”

Mr Pavilochenki took a seat opposite the man who was already seated, and Donald sat beside him

A servant poured tea for them both, before he retired to a corner beyond earshot, but close enough that he could see when their cups had been emptied

“I need to plan my next line of action, tea helps me think”

Mr Pavilochenki took a sip of his tea and closed his eyes

Hillary Gray thinks he's won, he thinks me a fool. But the Pavilochenki's aren't fools.

Luca's marriage to his daughter opened numerous business opportunities for him, and gave him a position to sit and call the shots, in some of my companies.

He hasn't publicly named Sharon heir, and he still has monopoly over most of the assets Sharon will acquire over the period of the marriage. Greedy bastard, now I understand why they call him “The fox”.

Mr Pavilochenki paused to take a sip of his tea

“This was my wife's favourite tea”

Donald I take it you have something to say?”

Donald cleared his throat

“Mr Hillary Gray has an illegitimate son. His wife and daughter are not aware of this and neither is the public. He must have solid reasons for keeping it that way.”

“Mr Pavilochenki dropped his teacup an it's tray.

“Everyone has secrets, and you just found one that could be beneficial to me

That slut, is it CeCe?”

“No, it's Claire”

“How did you get this information from her, I'm really curious”

“Well she has a habit of drinking to stupor and talking too much, it wasn't that difficult”

“Claire, you should invite her to dinner sometime. Maybe she'll spill even more secrets”

“Yes Grandfather”

In the meantime, I want you searching for Hillary's bastard, alive or dead.

And if she's lying —

Mr Pavilochenki turned his attention to the other man

“Palmer, Remind me what happens to those who lie to the Pavilochenki's”

“They are hit by an unexplained stroke of bad luck”

“If your slut is lying Donald, she will be hit by an unexplained stroke of bad luck”

“Is that understood?”

“Yes Grandfather”