Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To The Devil's Heir : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 15

Serena Vale point of View The car ride was long and quiet.Our fingers weren't intertwined. our bodies didn't touch. we sat in the back of the black Rolls Royce like strangers who just happened to share the same last name now. Wife. The word tasted foreign in my mouth. sharp around the edges. Cold But it was official. I was now Mrs. Damien Alaric. The world knew it. The internet had exploded with photos of our kiss, the gown, the guest list. I was trending on every gossip site by noon. My face was everywhere. And that's what terrified me. Because someone saw me. I could still feel the way my heart plummeted when I caught sight of that face- half- shielded behind a marble pillar on the balcony. A face from my past. A past I'd buried so deep, I thought it would never claw its way back. But now? My name may have changed, but my face didn't. And the whole world was watching it. "What's going through that mind of yours?" Damien's voice cut through the silence, deep and unrea

Serena's point of View Two years ago.The sound of the belt striking the wall still made me flinch, even when it didn't land on my skin."Useless brat," My father spat. "Go to the damn store and don't come back with another excuse." He didn't look at me when he said it just waved his hand in the air like i was a fly that had overstayed it's welcome.I picked up myself from the corner, biting back the sting in my ribs. I didn't cry. I'd stopped doing that a long time ago. crying made him angrier.He was a police officer. The badge gave him power. The house gave him privacy and I gave him nothing but disappoinment.At least, that's what he told me everyday.I grabbed my coat and stepped out into the cold. The world outside our house didn't know what happened behind the peeling blue door. people smiled at my father on the street. They nodded when he walked into the local diner. They never noticed the bruises I learned to hide with long sleeves and quiet lies.I was seventeen and alread

Serena Vale point of View;Two years ago.Something was changing.At first, it was subtle. My bruises were fading. The silence In the house stretched longer each night. My father once a constant storm of slurred threats and shattered glass was barely around anymore.He'd come home late, mumble something under his breath, then disappear again for hours or even days.And for the first time in my life, I didn't flinch everytime the door creaked open.But peace felt too strange to trust.it didn't feel like safety.it felt like a setup.The house began to shift in small, sharp ways.There were phone calls at odd hours. Doors closing before I could walk in. My father stopped asking me to cook or clean. stopped yelling at all. He just looked through me, like I wasn't even there.Then there were the men.strange men.Once, I came home early from school and found one sitting on our couch, tattoos up his neck, expensive watch flashing when he lifted his drink. He said nothing to me, just stare