The moment I stood before him, my heartbeat fastened more if it wasn't fast enough already.

Even though I was wearing my veil and eyes glued to the floor, one stare from him and my legs went numb.

The man of every young girls dream, the most successful bachelor of New York, the reason of my nightmare.

If anyone had told me that I would be marrying Damian Salvatore a week ago, I would have laughed it off saying it was impossible. But right now, right at this moment, I am standing before him, in our wedding.

What can a simple girl from a middle class family like mine do? Specially when he threatened us with a gun on our head...

The priest began his say and soon after asked, "Do you, Damian Salvatore, take Violet Stone as your wife?"

Without a delay came his reply, "Yes, I do."

The priest turned to me as he asked "Do you, Violet Stone, take Damian Salvatore as your husband?"

No, I don't. I don't want to be his wife. I do not agree to this marriage.

But no words left my mouth.

Nothing..

My throat became arid at the mere thought of having him as my husband. My mother's eyes full of water, father's helpless eyes and the rueful face of my brother Liam reminded me of the day I was thrown into this hell.

His hold on my hand became tight, as I yet was to give an answer.

But should I .??

Tearing off my eyes from my family, I noticed him glaring down at me.

Warning me not to do anything stupid, to say yes, cause if not, my family... no, put yourself together Violet, put yourself together.

Taking a deep breath, my voice barely above a whisper, I responded

"I do."

The crowd cheered my demise and the words following crushed my soul away.

"Now, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

No.. not my first kiss. I saved it for whom I would fall in love with. Not some feared mafia businessman.

Damian took off the veil to reveal Violet's beautiful face. He was all ready to give his love, now his wife a punishing kiss and have a taste of her pink full lips for the very first time.

But the moment his eyes fell on her hazel orbs, his heart clenched. He couldn't help but see her pleading with her eyes. But again his psycho side rose up and he thought to himself,

"No. I will hurt her. Nobody denies me, nobody."

Water filled her eyes, ready to fall like a faucet any moment.

Even though she managed not to cry, her water filled eyes were enough to make his cold heart tremble.

Holding her small beautiful face in his hands, he leaned in. Just when he could feel her breaths on his face, he stopped and satred into her eyes. Well.. her closed eyes which were shut tightly in fear, of him.

Even though he longed to have a taste of her pink full lips, he just couldn't do it. So instead, he kissed her left cheek, leaving her all shocked and surprised.

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After the reception, I got into his car. He drove us to God knows where.

All this time, my mind was thinking about what was going to happen next. I was dead worried about it.

I didn't realize when the car came into a halt. Glancing out, a beautiful house came into my sight.

I was staring for too long perhaps as he suddenly appeared in front of my door and opened it for me. Holding out his hand for me, he bowed slightly like a gentleman, which I took hesitantly.

No sooner had I stepped into the house, he picked me up, bridal style. Suddenly, I got scared of him, more than ever.

His strides fast, stopping only after reaching a certain room. He put me down gently. I was staring at him and him at me.

It continued for a few moments until he raised his hand and almost touched my face.

Coming back to my senses, I stepped back immediately.

Rage fired in his eyes as he stepped towards me and held my chin so firmly or one can say forcibly, it hurt.

He glimpsed at my lips then again stared into my eyes. Suddenly the room felt hot. My breathing fastened, the moment slow, him leaning in and his rough lips almost touching mine, except for me turning my face to the side and his kiss to be planted on my cheek, again.

This act of mine got him more furious than ever, now that he held my face with such a harsh grip, my eyes watered.

"You are married to me now, Violet Stone. Me, The Damian Salvatore. Don't you dare to defy me. I have every right to do each and everything I want to do with you and your body. You belong to me. Get that?"

I didn't say anything but his hold on my face got more hard as he said again,

"I would like to hear an answer love. You reply only to me and always use your words. Let's try again. Did. You. Get. What. I. Said? His voice dropping dangerously low.

"Yeee.. ss.." I replied as much as I could with his hold on my face.

"Good." He left my face but instantly attacked my neck and shoulder with his rough kisses.

The moment I have been dreading all day..