Chapter Three

I'll do it”. I was standing in Glinda's room, it was cold yet she was wearing just a black silk night gown and a robe. She looked at me studying me through her vanity mirror adjusting her mirror. She turned to face me and cocked her head to the side.

“ That was fast, what changed your mind. I thought you would still be crying over lover boy”. I clenched my fists trying to calm myself down.

“I can't fight for someone who doesn't love me or even care about me “. I said evenly trying to conceal my emotions.

“He never loved you, maybe he did but certainly not now. Men like him are leeches, you served your purpose and he moved on to the next best thing”.

“ The next best thing being your daughter?”. I asked sarcasm dripping in my tone.

She shrugs her shoulder and smiles.

“She is the one with the baby right?”.

“Look I don't care about those two anymore, I care about my survival.”

“Smart. You will have to be that smart everyday for the rest of your life to be able to survive in Damien's world or you will lose your life faster than you think”. She said almost if she pitied me. Almost.

“I'll do what you need me to do but I need time-”.

“ There is no time. You will meet him tomorrow. Pray he likes you , you won't be allowed to come back tomorrow “.

I stared, shocked. I thought agreeing to her plan would give me more to prepare, atleast make a plan that I would be able to survive this. I guess not.

The next day.

Glinda brings an entire squad of hair dressers, nail techs, make up artists and stylists. Everyone buzzing around tugging my body in different directions. Thanks to the doctor that came in this morning I didn't feel pain and throbbing in my wrist. I was worried that it would put Damien off but Glinda had commented that i only needed one hand to impress him if I was good enough and it would add to my charm, apparently Damien liked broken things .My brain had started a mental countdown to when I would have to come face-to-face with my new husband to be. My nerves going haywire with every passing second.

Christabel had passed by a couple times to make snarky remarks, the shade of red made me look pale, my boove were not big enough.When she saw she was not getting a reaction out of me she finally left me alone.

Three hours later and numerous burns from the hot iron, the last of the beauty squad was packing her things to leave. I looked at myself in the mirror, if I were ever to be considered a ten it would be today. My blonde hair styled to perfection, the tight curls framing my face. The black eyeliner made my blue eyes pop. The red lipstick, a bold choice I would never personally go with made my teeth appear whiter.

The bra the stylist had given me had pushed my breasts up, it almost touched my chin. The dress made my ass look bigger. Overall, I looked like ……. Sex.

I walked out of the glam room as Damien's driver arrived. Glinda, Chase and Christabel came downstairs, all with different expressions . Chase undressed me with his eyes, he made no effort to conceal his thoughts, the bulge in his pants growing. Christabel stares at me with a mixture of hatred and…. Jealousy, she notices Chase's bulge and punches his balls.

“Dickead”. She yells and goes back upstairs. I try to hide my smile but fail.

Glinda just stands there staring at me intently. She walks towards me and adjusts the straps of my gown.

“You look like your mother”. My heart stops at that comment, in all 18 years Glinda had spent playing the role of mother she had never spoken about my actual mother.

“Let's just hope you have a better fate than her”. She says and smiles. My jaw ticks.

I walk past her and head towards the door.

“Remember there is no place for you in this house anymore. You either get married or get lost”. She calls out from the door.

“Don't worry Glinda, you don't have to remind me. I will never step foot into this wretched house to beg you or your whore of a daughter”. I enter the limousine and shut the door.

The car drives off.

Damien's POV

“Sir, please. I will return every cent I took. I have a family to feed, please don't do this”. Marco pleads. He is tied to a chair. He is bloody, after being beaten to an inch of his life. He was in charge of my boys in the underground casino downtown, he had been embezzling funds from me for almost a year.

“ You see I have a family too and you took food from their mouths when you took money from me and I don't appreciate that”. I said mocking him in the same tone.

“ It was the devil I swear, I would never do that boss’.

I threw my head back and cackled. I almost didn't kill him because he was one of my more interesting prisoners but he had been here for a week and I was getting bored.

“ I'm not sure the devil would like these false accusations. Tell him I said Hi though”. Marcos eyes scrunch in confusion when he realizes what Damien means, he starts yelling, begging for mercy trying to break out of his bonds

Damien sucks in a breath .

“Why do they always do that”. He mutters under his breath.

He kicks the chair back and Marco falls into the pool behind him. He watches him struggle in the water for a while until he goes limp.

Five minutes. Might just be a new record.

He looks at his guards and points to the pool.

“Take care of this”. They nod and get to it.

He turns to Richard, his assistant.

“Send money to his family and a note. His first son will work to pay off his father's debt”.

Richard nods

They walk outside, where his driver is waiting for him.

“ Where to , boss”. His driver asks as he heads to the driver's side.

“Lace and leashes”. His favourite strip club, they had a wide selection. Chubby, skinny, black, white,Latino and a long list of kinks. Nothing was off the table.

As they get into the car, Richard sccuries after him.

“ Boss, you have an appointment with Selina Gaze”. Richard says out of breath.

“ Who is Selina Gaze”. He asks with brows quirked.

“Your fiancee”.