Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

Tears streamed down my face as I fought to hold them back, feeling humiliated by his touch. I struggled to break free from his grip, but he tightened his hold. Just as he leaned in towards my lips, his phone beeped on the nightstand.

Ignoring it at first, he continued, but the constant beeping frustrated him. He reluctantly reached for his phone, releasing his weight from me.

I opened my eyes, attempting to sit up, but he grabbed my hair in a painful fist and dragged me towards him. I screamed in agony as the pain shot through my scalp. Leaning in close, he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. At the sudden contact with his fresh breath, my body shivered in pleasure as his breath tickled my ear.

Angry and determined, I grit my teeth in anger and struggle to loosen his hold on my hair, which is absurd. “Look, slut,’ I only married you to fulfill your father’s wish. Going back on it will only sever the agreement. But before you get your hopes high and start parading around in your slutty head that you are married to Damien Albrecht, let me make something straight…”

He said, trailing his hand inhumanely at my body before sneaking his hand around my neck and forcefully choking me. His right hand held my hair tight, and the other one roughly grabbed my neck. “You will never be my wife. You’re the reason why I am in this unwanted relationship, and you will never share my bed. You can never be my wife, you slutty b*tch. You absolutely meant nothing to me.”

His voice was cruel, and there was a snarl on his lips before he roughly pushed me onto the bed and turned to leave. I gasped for air, rubbing my neck to smooth the area that he roughly manhandled. A tear slipped out from my eyes, which I immediately wiped, and managed to reply to him in a harsh tone, though my voice came out more shaky.

“Then end this marriage! You have gotten the company, right? Then end this marriage because you can’t keep what you despise in your possession.”

My words again made him halt his steps. He turned around, his eyes became stony, and his grin stretched out into a more vicious smirk. He took long strides toward me, gradually, and was about to walk past me but stopped beside me, his hand resting roughly on my shoulder.

My breath hitched at that sudden body contact. My heart was pounding faster, and my body felt weak. It made me wonder if he didn’t feel the attraction between us, or was that just me?

And just then, his nails pricked through my flesh, earning a sharp, painful whimper from me. “Nope, I will not let you go that easily. At least let me fulfill that old man’s painful request,” his lips stretched out in a wicked grin.

“But that doesn’t mean that we are cool,” he paused and tilted his head to look at me, where he found those green eyes already on him.

“Our marriage is nothing but a deal,” he said, looking at me. My green eyes met his cold silver eyes, and both of us glared at each other.

“For any rules you break, I will claim any part of your body,” his gaze grew dangerously darker at his words. I gulped and clasped the towel tightly around my chest.

“My rules are not that much, but yet very tempting to break: lies, betrayal, and disobedience. Do yourself the favor and not break any of those,” he rasped in his threatening, hoarse voice before walking out of the room.

Immediately, I heard the door shut. I quickly crawled out of the bed, rushed inside the latrine, and locked the door. Leaning my back against the door, I slowly slid down, allowing the tears to roll down. My body is vibrating and shaking furiously in fear. Is this marriage? This is total torture and not any marriage!

I cried hard, remembering every bit of his terrible, harsh words toward me. I just need to know why he’s keeping me under his custody if I mean absolutely nothing to him. Damien Albrecht, always breaking rules and severing agreements, so why is he so determined not to break this one? Is there something he’s not telling me?

I whimpered and screamed out in pain, tears rolling down my rosy cheeks. Wiping them away, I closed my eyes tightly and summoned the courage. ‘Ashley, you’re a fighter. You can’t lose yourself. You have to gather your strength and go meet your father, at least to seek his forgiveness before anything else.’

My voice sounds encouraging, but I’m afraid. I’m not sure if I can do this… The storm out there seems so scary.”