I stepped in through the gates of the mansion with a heavy heart. Something in me wanted to run away and never come back to this monster.
But I was out of options. I had no one else asides grandma and I don't have a place to stay.
I pushed the door opened, my hair scattered, my bag hanging lazily on my shoulder.
I frowned slightly. Though it was daytime the house was dark, curtains drawn, and shadows stretching across the floor.
It felt controlled, unnatural. . .
I paused at the entrance, my eyes adjusting to the darkeness.
All of a sudden I could see more clearer than I normally should. Though the house was dark I could see everything around me.
I heard a faint sound, pages flipping slowly.
It was Damian, he was sitting on a sofa at the far end of the living room meticulously flipping the pages of a book.
His presence instantly annoyed me. I cursed underneath my breath.
"What is it wifey" his voice echoed through the empty hallways. He didn't turn to face me, he just sat calm and composed like always but still managed to annoy me.
I walked slowly into the house planning the confrontation in my head.
I froze for a second. A strange scent hit me hard. It was Damian's scent, strong, strange but pulling. My body instantly reacted before my mind could.
As I stood frozen in my steps, he closed the book and turned to me.
He kept looking at me, his gaze calm and unreadable.
"You're louder than you think" he said.
I stepped closer I was getting annoyed by his voice.
"Did you pay for my grandmother's treatment?" I asked with an angry tone.
He doesn't look surprised. He doesn't answer, he just kept looking at me like he was studying me and I boiled with anger.
He observed my every move, my eyes adjusting too quickly, my breathing too controlled, my presence sharper. .
"Answer me, I said did you pay for my grandmothers treatment" I roared at him.
"And why would I do that?" he smirked.
"You think I'm that stupid, well then if you didn't then who did?" I asked really angry.
He frowned instantly and got to his feet. Before I knew it his hand was on my head, pulling my hair from behind making me look up to him.
"You think everything's about you right" he said clearly pissed.
I grabbed his hand behind my head screaming in pain.
"I don't do favors, understood" he said and pushed me to the ground.
I wept in pain, what kind of a devil had I gotten married to.
"Our reception is at six, make sure you're there" he said and headed for the stair.
My eyes burned behind him with anger as I cried on the ground.
"And, look like the wife of the prince" he said before finally taking the stairs up.
Something shifted inside me, I made up my mind instantly not to go. And beside I had to get to work.
I sprang up to my feet and walked out just the way I came heading for madam Jennifer's restaurant.
I got there five minutes late and received an earful.
"His many time had I told you, you shouldn't be late. Do you think customers will sit down and wait for you" she shouted bathing me in saliva.
I responded with only pleas and sorrys until she finally stopped talking.
I was the waiter of the shop. My wage was 50$ a month.
I served and served customers flocking in and out. When it was six I went to ask madam for the pay, the month ended four days ago and she promised to give me today.
She normally goes home at six and I continued working till nine before closing the eatery up.
I was a bit hesitant about asking her. She had always been mean especially when it comes to thing like this. I summoned a little courage and went to her after she finished instructing the cook.
"Hmm mam, the pay, you said you'd give me today" I said stuttering.
She frowned "oh really, so you want me to pay you after coming late three time last month" .
I was slightly taken aback by what she said.
"Well, just so you know, I don't let late comers go scot free so your salary will be cut in half and given to you at the middle of the month, that's what you deserve" she spat and tried walking away but I pulled her back.
"No, mam I need the money, you can't just do this, its not fair" I said really heart broken.
Before I could finish she launched at me, slapping me hard across the face, "how dare you touch me, you filthy thing".
I stummbled backwards a little and fell to the ground crying.
"Its already 6:30, if you make me late even more than I already am, I swear I'll deal with you badly" she said and turned to leave.
The customers stared without a word, they all knew she was greedy and not someone to mess with.
"Who is bullying my wife" a cold voice broke through the silence. He stepped in followed by dozens of men in black suit and dark shade.
Madam Jennifer froze for a second and turned to me.
"Hmm sir, hmm you must be mistaken this can't possibly be your wife, she's been working with me for years but pls have your sit. What would you like to have?" She asked smiling sheeply. Damian looked at her for a split second and then turned to me.
"Are you okay?" he asked with a caring demeanor, a side of him I had never seen before. I knew it was just a sharad to get me to go with him to the wedding reception.
I didn't answer, I don't want to.
He then walked up to me and pulled me up by my waist. I instantly pulled away and gave him a warning look.
He smiled and pulled me back to his chest even tighter. "Better behave yourself or else. . " he warned.
'Gosh this guy was so annoying'.
"So baby what do you say we do to this woman" he said coming closer to my ear. I felt a strong urge to punch him but quickly resisted it.
Madam Jennifer was already on one knee.
"No, pls forgive me, it was my mistake, I'll pay her double, even triple, please forgive me Mister Grant. I had no idea she was your wife" she said begging.
My heart felt a bit warm seeing her this helpless.
I couldn't believe Damian was had such an impact on her. The customers remained silent, clicking pictures.
"So what is it wifey" he asked again holding me from behind.
Goosebumps filled my skin, his closeness was suffocating as well as disgusting.
"Let's just go" I said lowering my gaze to avoid tears from falling out.
"Thank you miss Ava quinn, thank you so much" madam Jennifer said sweating profusely. The customers chuckled.
"You're lucky my wife decided to spare you, I wouldn't have made your life easy" Damian said and held my hand leading me out of he restaurant. The press kept pushing forward, asking questions as Damian's men tried making the way for us to the Limo.
The attention was suffocating, camera's clicked.
I sat down beside Damian in the back of the limo.
"The next time you disobey me, I won't spare you" he said with a dark expression that lingered on his face for a while.
"You're not the boss of me and I didn't need your help" I fired back.
"You have quit a sharp tongue. . . don't mess with me Ava" he said.