Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Rose's eyes widened and her mouth opened in shock which she quickly closed after his words. 

What! The sinfully tanned and sexy man before her is the crippled uncle.

Her brow was furrowed as she found it hard to believe and only then did his earlier words register in her mind.

“Uncle, how can you still be thinking of such things in your condition?” Rose muttered with disbelief dripping in her tone and a raised brow slightly casting her gaze towards his north.

He caught her and Rose quickly diverted her gaze away with a flush cheek.

“What's up with this uncle thing? I'm not that old, Are you sure you didn't hit your head while trying to commit suicide? And you shouldn't worry it's my leg that's injured, not my thing.” Damon Salvatore spoke with his deep baritone feeling very amused by her addressing him as uncle.

But he didn't know why she's hell bent on addressing him as uncle when he's not even that old.

Rose's lips twitched, not daring to tell him that basically he's her uncle in-law if her soul isn't transmigrated and she would have been one of the guests at his wedding.

Rose quickly grabbed hold of the duvet and wrapped it around her body while shivering lightly. Despite his condition, he was trying to take advantage of her, how shameless of him! 

This second chance she had gotten she's going to use it so well and she'll absolutely be in control of her life, she wouldn't allow anyone to ride over.

“But I just tried to commit suicide and I'm not really okay, are you sure you want to do it now? Your leg is injured and I'm not feeling. What if while doing it we both died. It will be tragic news and it'll be all over the internet that a newly married couple died while celebrating their wedding night, we don't want that do we?” Rose forced a fake weak smile.

Damon Salvatore crossed his arms, a cunning smirk on his lips. He knows cunning people when he sees one and he understands very well that the little girl before him is trying to act smart but he'll never fall for her cheap trick.

Only if he wasn't a Salvatore and a scumbag trying to force himself on a girl. What a typical man of the Salvatore family.

Both her parent and her deceived him, do they think he's a fool and he wouldn't know that the elder daughter he was supposed to marry ran away after finding out that she's a cripple and they replace the bride at the last minute with their youngest daughter, they even had the gut to lied about her age.

They really take Damon Salvatore for a fool, don't they?

His expression hardened and he wheeled his wheelchair closer to the bed covered in rose petals while Rose moved backward in fright.

“You don't need to worry about anything, nothing will go wrong and I'll be gentle. Wedding night must be celebrated as the Salvatore take wedding night as a sacred marriage symbol.” Damon Salvatore spoke with seriousness, his gray eyes intimidating and giving no room for arguments as his hand moved to unbutton his shirt.

Rose couldn't believe the height of his shamelessness, it's no doubt that his nephew learned trick from him. The owner of the body she is in is a pure girl and he detested Damon Salvatore and she wouldn't let him take advantage and taint this body.

Worst would come to worst and she'll just shove him and ran away to report to the cops and accuse him of rape and there she didn't have to stress herself as their marriage will end like that.

“Uncle, please don't come closer. I'm not really well, okay?” Rose spoke with a quivering body and weak smile, several thoughts on how to win against him tonight made its way to her mind.

“You really don't have a choice as I own you now and your parents have sold you to me. So, you'll do whatever I ask of you.” His voice became cold, his gray eyes staring into hers making her shivered.

The atmosphere inside the room shifted as Damon Salvatore now showed her his real color.

Goosebumps rise on Rose's arm as she shifts backwards, using her leg to scatter the decorated heart shaped rose petals on the bed. The man looked utterly scary like the big bad wolf physique, she pretended to be scared.

“Please don't really do this. I'm in my time of the month. You know the thing girls do every month.” Rose spoke timidly, still clutching the duvet as a shield to her chest.

A frown made its way to Damon's face as his brow creased slightly and he halted in the task of unbutton his shirt while Rose secretly gave a smile thinking that she's been able to win over him there, any man in their right senses will be disgusted to hear about such things and in fact it's a huge turn off.

Damon's frown was replaced by a grin, his one sided dimple giving way making Rose think the man has bribed the almighty to make him this perfect.

“Wow, it'll even be more fun then as I have something for blood, it's a kink you know. Only cowards are sacred of blood.”

Rose was utterly shocked by what he had just said, her mouth wide open with shock. He enjoyed her reaction right now and he was intentionally making her scared.

He was almost done with his shirt, his tanned and toned skin peeking out from his buttoned shirt while Rose looked away, was he trying to seduce her?

As he pretended to pounce on her, a knock came on the door making him halt and a frown made its way to Damon's face. 

He had clearly given instruction to his servants that no one should disturb, so what could be so important right now. 

Rose breathed a sigh of relief thanking whoever was at the door, Damon's gaze shifted to Rose and he started to button his shirt.

He wheeled his chair to the door to open it, and there stood the middle aged housekeeper of the Salvatore with a grave expression on her face.

“I'm so sorry to have disturb you sir, the matter is serious as the cops is here.”