Damian
I signed the contract before me, pressing so hard the track of my signature left a groove on the paper. I looked at the papers one last time before sliding the papers over to Hope’s side for her to sign too. Both our parents were in the room as witnesses, after all they were the reason we were doing this in the first place.
I looked at her again and for a second our eyes met, she was still a child, her eyes were puffy and red from all the crying. I quickly looked away as she looked back down at the papers that were going to bind us together for life.
She focused on the papers in front of her for a while before she looked up at me again, unable to hold the tears, as if asking for help, I looked away she turned her gaze to her father her father.
He was her father, he was supposed to protect her, that was literally his job, but instead he sold her to us, to my family to my father in order to pay off his debt.
But his father just kept his gaze focused on the ground, unable to look his daughter in the eye.
"We do not have a lot day Hope!" my father said, startling her.
"Just sign the papers Hope." Her father chipped in.
I wish this had been the first family, my father or rather our family was tearing apart. But it was not, my father did not become the most feared man for being kind, he was ruthless and cared about no one. Even I his own son couldn't stand up to him. No one had ever stood up to my father and lived to tell about it.
She took a deep breath, which I wondered if everyone heard it or it was just me because I was sitting so close to her. I saw the rapid pulse of her heart beat, her hand was completely shaking as she picked up a pen.
She quickly signed the papers,and looked up at me again, her cheeks stained with tears.
Something in me twisted when I saw her beautiful young round face looking at me, and in that instant I felt like I had failed her. She was not even eighteen yet. Girls her age were thinking about college and prom, but Hope had just signed her marriage papers. Her childhood had been taken away from her just like that, and a part of me hated myself but mostly my father for it.
My father picked up the documents and went through them with an evil grin on his face completely satisfied. He then put the documents in an envelope and gave them to my younger brother Tony.
Tony was my younger brother and also my father's favorite son. Unlike me, he was born for this life, he thrived for nothing but power he didn't care on who's toes he had to step on to get it. He was just like my father which is why he would have been best suited to ran the spears empire.
But I was the first son, and it was tradition to take over the empire.
All my life I had tried to ran away, i never wanted to be involved in my father's business which is why I went to study abroad, far from home as possible.
And for a while I though I managed to get away. I built my life in London, was working as a lawyer and i settled in well until one week ago when my father summoned me to come home.
Of course I didn't know what he had in mind, his summon sounded urgent.
My father had recently had an heart attack and if his enemies knew he was getting wek they would use it to their advantage to overthrow him, which is why he wanted me home to take over the company.
Getting a good wife was part of the deal, he had said he didn't need me distracted by women, so he arranged a girl few for me to marry. The only explanation he gave was that, there was a nice beautiful woman. He failed to mention that she was fifteen years old and war being forced to marry me as a debt being paid.
I had tried to refuse, but it wasn't really discussion. My father gives orders and you just follow them. That's how it always was.
My father walked out together with Hope’s father and my brother leaving me and Hope stil in the same spot.
"Are you okay? Do you need a minute? Maybe say goodbye to your father?" I asked her, "You might not see him again in a while."
"I don't want to ever see him again." She said between clenched teeth, tears flowing down her beautiful face.
Not knowing what to say, I just sat there in silence as she cried, for a few seconds she was silent, but then she got up and headed for the door leaving me still sitting in my spot.
In that moment I swore I will never put through any family anything like that. Her life was completely changed now. She was a part of the spears family. Her life from now on will be under a microscope, she will always have security guarding her at all times. We had enemies everywhere, you could never be too careful. Not after what happened to my mother. I thought about her for a minute. I wonder if she was still here what she would think of all this. God, I miss her.
After a while, I got up and walked outside without talking to anyone, i needed some fresh air. All this was too much for me.
My driver was about to pull out of the parking lot, when I saw my father and brother approaching me. I slowly stepped out of the car.
"Where do you think you are going Damian?" my father asked,
"I need some air." i said putting my hands in my pockets.
"You do realize, you are in charge now right? You no longer cant be acting like a small boy if you are going to ran my empire. Go back in there and tell your wife the rules she needs to follow."
"Come on bro, you just got married and she is pretty too. Go spend some time with your bride bro." my brother Tony chimed in.
"She is a fucking child you pervert!" I fired back as i walked back into the house.
Five years later. Hope. I was finally going back home, but not my home. I was taking my place as Damian's wife. Now that I had finished my studies and was of age. I stood at the airport looking around wondering, if Damian would pick me up himself or send one of his drivers. I was still in deep thought when I heard my name. “Hope.” i heard the familiar voice that I hadn't heard for over five years. It was my sister's Lola's voice. I slowly turned around to face her. She looked different than the last time I had seen her. But again the last time I saw her was five years ago and she was pregnant back then. She was now twenty four years old, but somehow she looked older than that. Her eyes were puffy and she looked like she wasn’t sleeping enough. We both stood a few metres apart for a few minutes, taking in the five years. I was no longer the small girl she knew. I was a grown woman now. Abruptly, she then pulled me in for a hug and i could hear her sobbing on my shoulders. I
Hope I stepped out of the Limo into the well polished compound that held the beautiful home of Damian Spears. It was a mansion built on only God knows how many acres of land. It had what looked like an infinity swimming pool going all the way to the ocean. There was a garden full of different kind of flowers, there was even a play area for kids and a fish pond. Not exactly what I had imagined his home would look like. He however had men in black suits in almost every corner of the house. That part I had imagined. A woman who seemed little older cme our to greet us. "Good afternoon ma'am." She said with a huge smile on her face. "Am Alba the house keeper,i will take this upstairs for you." She said taking my bag. "I have known Alba since I was a young boy myself. She will get you settled in okay." Damon said gesturing for me to follow Alba. I walked slowly following Alba, as soon as i stepped through the front door it leaked sophistication. The house's interior was breath tak
Hope. This was the second night here and I still felt like a stranger. Damian had not yet returned since the previous night. I should be happy but some part of me resented him even more. I watched as Alba unpacked the bags that came in today, arranging my clothes, color coordinating them. "I noticed Damian's clothes are not there." i said it more of a statement than question. I didn’t even realize I had been loud enough. "That's because this is your room, his room is the next door." She said. I got up and slowly walked to the closet looking around. "Oh, I just assumed we were going to share a room." my voice came out disspointed more than I intended it to be. "He said you needed your own space.i assumed he had talked to you aboutit." "No he didn't." i said looking around the closet and all my clothes were neatly arranged and there were other new stuff I could not recognize, before I could ask, as if sensing Alba spoke up. “Your husband bought those for you; he said you w
Hope. I don't remember much about what happened after we arrived at the gala. Camera flashes burst around us like fireworks as we walked the length of the press gauntlet. Everyone was asking who the mystery woman on Damian's arm was and i was feeling so overwhelmed i just wanted to get away. But I guess this was part of the job, my job now. The moment we crossed over into the building someone called him giving me a chance to go to the ladies room to freshen up. My anxiety was kicking in and I being mostly socially arkward. I didn't like being around this many people. I thought about hiding out in the bathrooms until the whole thing was over, but who was I kidding? Damian would have his men hunt me down in a matter of minutes. I quickly touched up my lipstick and eyeliner and walked out ready to fake smile for the million people who wanted a picture. I spotted Damian on the other side of the room still talking to his colleagues, i walked over to the bar and was about to ask for a
Hope. After spending over four hours this afternoon getting myself ready for this gala, the nerves were starting to come in now. I looked different, so different I was having a hard time recognizing myself in the mirror I looked at my reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time as Alba fixed my hair. “You look stunning Miss Hope, you look like a princess.” She said smiling. She reminded me of my mother so much. I hadn’t realized how much I missed my mother until I met Alba. Which explains why I liked her. “Thank you Alba.” I said smiling turning around to see the back of the dress. It was backless so I was wearing it braless. With my hair held up in a bun, it left room for my neck to shine. “Damian said you should wear this tonight.” she said holding up diamond earrings and a matching necklace to my skin. “I can’t possibly wear that.” I said looking at the pure diamonds in complete awe. “ they are so beautiful.” I said taking them from her hands. I have never held real diamon
Hope. The whole ride to the party was silent, Damian still seemed in deep thoughts and moody as ever. He spent the whole ride in his phone and making different phone calls and from what I could tell, they all were business related. My sister's visit had really rattled him, which was weird to me. But it didn’t help that he had no interest in talking to me either, we were back to our normal routine, where he ignored my entire existence, normally I wouldn’t mind but today considering the fact that his fingers were literally inside me a few minutes ago I was a little offended. “Hey are you okay? Is everything alright?” I finally asked when the limo pulled up and the driver signaled to us that we were there. He looked at me with his usual blank stare without saying anything then went back to looking at his phone. “This is getting old even for you Damian, you can’t play this hot and cold game with me anymore, a few minutes ago your head was buried deep inside me and now you are not even
Hope. It was almost past midnight. Damian had called Alba an hour ago and said he wouldn't be coming home tonight, again. I didn't ask questions i figured he was spending the night with the blonde, Naya from the party earlier. I couldn’t sleep for some reason, on this particular lonely night it had me thinking about what my life would have been like if my father hadn't sold me out to the Spears family. If instead of me, they would have taken my sister Lola as it was supposed to be. He But I thought about Lola, how scared she must have been, pregnant considering how strict our father was. Atleast something sensible and good came out of all of it, Kyla. She was beautiful. And I wanted to get to know her, she was innocent in all this. Maybe I could also give my sister a chance, i didn't even know who got her pregnant, who kyla's father was. I don't know how long I laid there before I drifted off to sleep. I woke up to loud noises clearly coming from downstairs..i could hear Damia
Hope. Damian sat across from me with a huge grin on his face, chomping on a piece of sausage. I tore my bread into pieces and glared at him. He was gloating. Fucking gloating. The broken she'll of a man from Las night was gone if my inner thighs weren't swollen I would have thought I imagined the whole thing. He was back to being the smug arrogant man he was, acting like a few hours ago he wasn’t buried deep inside me. “I hate you.” i hissed more so to myself given that I didn't think he would have heard me. I hated myself more. How could I have done what I did? How in hell had I enjoyed it, having sex with him? He had made me cum three times. Three times! I had felt… Fuck, what had I felt for him? The man had made me cum, that was all. Any feelings were physical. Sexual. “You liked me just fine a little while ago.” He bit into a piece of Nutella smeared toast, a little of the chocolate paste sticking to the side of his mouth. He wiped it with his thumb then made a show of l