Married to the Maniac Don のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Rosalia I sighed in exasperation as I walked down the subway steps, planning to board the earliest train and lock myself in my apartment before I started going crazy. I lost my job again. It is literally the fifth one this year and this is only March. Courtesy of the world being filled with shitty people. Not that I regret losing the job, it was worth it if it meant hitting sense into disgusting people. Whenever I remember what had transpired earlier, disgust immediately fills my gut. "it's not worth it""Did you hear about the prisoners that were released today? I even learnt one of them was a grapist" One of the girls standing beside me at the train station was saying to her friend, making me glance briefly in their direction. "God help us, people like that should be allowed to rot there Instead of being released. Do they think they'll change or what after spending some time in that place, they'll obviously be out for more blood" Another had replied. Indeed a piece of trash like

Rosalia We drove for almost two hours until we finally entered a community which I had no idea existed in the city. I could see a silver gate from afar and it was opened before our car even got there. We drove through the gate and the car stopped shortly. I stepped out of the car and watched as several other men in black surrounded us. I secretly wonder if they were training reinforcement for the country or something.Damien glanced at me. I still remember the way he had said his name like he was hurt I forgot his name at all. But I didn't even know him which caused the dilemma I'm currently in. Did I actually know him or was he taking me for someone else.The latter seems to be the answer. "Come on, let's go inside" I nodded obediently and followed him as he walked through the stone paved pathway while the guards all stayed behind. The pathway was quite long but it was beautiful so I had a great time looking around. I hadn't even realised he had stopped until I bumped into his back.

Rosalia I carefully observed the stairs as I headed for the living room. It was unexpectedly made from White oak, I had thought it was iron when I passed by it last night. Well furnished, expensive as shit. I couldn't have afforded it my whole life even if I tried. I really don't understand how a poor woman like me who had been almost at the verge of being a beggar managed to snag a rich man. If later I'm found out to be his wife, I'm lucky but if it was a misunderstanding all along and I only looked like her, that would be very terrible. Very very terrible in fact, because at this point, I'll just go straight from here to living on the streets. I could hear Maria's voice from where I am, she seems to be discussing something with her Dad. I finally climbed down the stairs and headed for where they were sitting by the exquisite couch. Maria was telling something to her Father excitedly while he was on his cellphone but I could tell he was paying attention to what she was saying bec

Rosalia When Damien told me Jules was going to show me around, I had assumed the Jules would be a middle aged woman like Daisy but it turns out I was miserably mistaken. Jules was a very beautiful young lady who seemed to be a few years younger than I am. A spark of jealousy shot through me the moment my eyes landed on her. Which was quite surprising since I couldn't understand the reason for that feeling. Okay, a beautiful young lady in the same house as my supposed husband? That seemed like enough reason to be jealous. Worst of all, she was very nice and cheerful which she shouldn't be to me if I was being negative about her in my mind. I know she wasn't his mistress or anything related because even though I didn't know Damien well, or rather I can't remember the type of person he is, he certainly doesn't seem like someone who would keep a mistress when he has a wife ...and a daughter. A prettier wife for that matter. Call me over confident but I know what I look like despite my

Rosalia I knew the answer even before he spoke. His eyes gave it away and I wasn't even surprised at that revelation. Ever since the moment I woke up at the orphanage, I knew I had no parents. It was just a feeling I had and had gotten used to but it didn't make the revelation hurt less. Though there's a pang of pain somewhere in my chest, I can deal with it. "You have other family members but they aren't worth mentioning" He explained to which I nodded in understanding. That's enough information for the day. At least now I know I'm Serena. The only thing left is for me to regain my memories. Damien sat back in the chair and watched the emotions on my face like it was a TV program. I could tell he still had things to say. His left hand reached out and brushed the back of his hand against my cheeks, his eyes never leaving mine. I think he was trying to comfort me.The turmoil in my heart slowly calmed down as I continued looking into his obsidian pools. "I'm not done" He finally