Grusha's POV:I hissed as foamy water kissed every scar on my body, even the recently injured ankle. After that guy left, I stood up and tried to walk to the bathroom, but ended up hobbling all the way like he said and successfully spraining the same injured ankle. The pain was unbearable and I would have taken a bath in the bathtub but I chose to be hard on myself and chose to take a shower standing. I had to bite my tongue to keep me from screaming in pain. I shifted all my weight to my left leg and put both hands on the wall to ease the pain in ankle. I turned my head to the side and bit down on my arm, groaning as the pain shot through my veins from my ankle to my hips like electricity.After turning off the shower, I limped out of the shower while frantically scrabbling my hands everywhere, desperately trying to find something to hold onto, in order to support me but miserably finding nothing. With my stumbling steps, the scratch over my ankle has reopened and the blood started t
Grusha's POV:As soon as I opened my eyes, I involuntarily bend over the sink and threw up everything that was inside my stomach. I wonder if there were any. After throwing up, I washed my face and lifted my head to catch a glimpse of myself. My cheeks and nose were crimson red and red veins of eyes were highlighted in the white of sclera. A headache was forming in my head and my nose was running. I grabbed the towel back and dried off my face before keeping it on the counter. I took a few hobbling steps back and my eyes unknowingly fell over the scar on my hip. I slightly rotated my leg to get a full view of the scar.Touching the scar, I trace it along to the end of it, at the inner thigh. It does its job. It reminds me of that day. It reminds me of those filthy touches. It reminds me how I was almost raped by that jerk. It reminds me everything. Just like he wanted to. Sighing heavily, I made my way out of the bathroom to bedroom without caring to cover myself. I always had this ha
Damien's POV:I came home right away after the dinner with nonno since I didn’t have anything more to say to him. Entering the house, I hurriedly made my way to Grusha’s room to see how she was doing. The two men I placed at her door bowed their heads when they saw me approaching them. I gave them a curt nod and one of them opened the door to the room while backing away, letting me to enter the room. The room was utterly dark and for a moment, I thought this was some kind of stunt that she has put to attack me in order to escape. But, when I switched on the lights all of my doubts left my mind, observing my feisty kitten sleeping peacefully on the bed.‘It is just a matter of time before I make you mine, princess.’As I was making my way over to the bed I accidently stepped on something. Looking down, my eyes fell on the black shirt that I had given her to wear.‘So, she didn’t wear it huh?’A loud growl of disapproval left my mouth, successfully waking her up. And when she turned her
Gruha's POV:"Or be mine."When he uttered those words, my breath hitched and I blinked my eyes in confusion."B-Be yours?"I asked him again to confirm that I heard it correct."Did I stutter, sweetheart?"He asked, still caressing my lips. His slow touch did no harm to me, yet I found it hard to breathe when he does it. I am sure as hell that I am not going to victor so, apparently, this is the only choice I get. I don't understand what he meant by that. But I know that whatever it is, it is either stay with him or stay with victor for me."W-What do you mean?"I further questioned him to know what exactly he meant by that. I sort of have an idea what possibly his words can mean but decided to ask him directly without presumptions."Marry me."His voice penetrated my ears as a whisper and my body freeze hearing him. Marry him? Who is a total stranger to me? I have never been much of a fan of marriage or relationships but I am aware enough to know that marriage is not just about sign
Author's POV:"She knows how to choose wisely."Damien said while closing the file. A smirk danced over his lips which gave his face a devilish look. After Grusha signed the marriage certificate, Luca came and took the file with him. Damien already knew she had no other option than accepting him but he wanted to make sure that she did.Watching the satisfied face of his boss, Luca sighed in relief because he can only imagine what would have happened if her answer was different. But that relief didn't last long as Damien’s face darkened and now the devil has returned."Let’s go"Damien said while getting up and Luca followed him out of the office, not knowing where they were going. But he was certain that if Damien is going somewhere he is going too.Luca has been working for him for years and he has witnessed everything that happened to him. He witnessed how he became the devil he is now. Luca stayed with his every step. Though Damien never shows it, if there could be anyone that he b
Grusha's POV: My anxiety was kicking in my mind and my knee wouldn't stop shaking. It must be about 5 in the morning and we were out on bridal shopping as he called it. I didn't see the necessity to hold a ceremony as I have already signed the marriage certificate. So, it doesn't matter if we vowed in front of a priest or not. But, as always, I didn't have a say in that other than coming along with him which I am doing right now. I bit my lip in anxiety and suddenly I felt a warm contact over my knee and when I looked down I saw his large palm grabbing my knee preventing it from shaking. The warmth I got from his hand, travelled up to my core making me close my legs, after pulling my knee out of his grip. I was about to put my head on the window when he gripped my thigh firmly, digging his nails into my flesh. "WHAT THE FUCK YOU WANT NOW? I HAVE ALREADY SIGNED THE MARRIAGE CETIFICATE, HAVEN'T I? THEN I DON'T SEE THE NECCESSITY TO HOLD A FUCKING CEREMONY TO SHOW OFF THE WORLD THAT W
Author's POV: Damien’s eyes instantly fell over the naked back of Grusha when he came inside. His eyes wandered from her head to toe, before meeting her gaze in the mirror. His lips twitched into a smirk when he noticed her attempting to cover her naked front with the heavy gown that she was carrying with difficulty. The veins that were popped in her hands were evident to how heavy the gown was. If he stayed there a little bit longer she would voluntarily drop the gown as she is not going to bear it for long apparently. But Damien decided to make it more difficult for her and took slow steps towards her, making her to take steps forward until her front hit the mirror and Damien was right behind her. Damien’s smirk widened when he noticed the height difference between them as Grusha’s head only reached to his chin. He looked at the mirror and saw the downcast eyes of Grusha and clenched palms over the dress.Damien decreased the space between them even more by taking another step and
Author's POV:After coming back, Grusha stormed inside, without looking back and Damien stood at the doorway, looking at the disappearing figure of Grusha blankly. Maybe, just maybe, she didn't expect him to look at her in that way when he saw her scars. Though they came back from the mall, Damien wasn't still over with what he saw at the fit-on area. He was still thinking about those marks on her body. He knew that those scars told a hidden story and he wanted to know it somehow. But his trance if thoughts was broken when Luca reminded him that he has to get ready for the wedding.Meanwhile, Grusha went straight to the bathroom and took a shower, knowing that she needs to get ready, nevertheless. When she came back from the shower, her eyes instantly landed on the beautiful wedding gown on her bed.Earlier when she was busy admiring the anklet Damien chose a wedding gown according to his will. It was a Schiffli lace appliqué on tulle over allover lace ball gown, beaded drop-waist bod