Bound by Betrayal (The Mafia King Captive Bride)

As we walked down the party hall, Damien held my hand tightly, gently rubbing it to soothe my racing heart. I was still shaken by everything that had just happened in there – the gunshots and the daring escape through the window. Everything had me at the edge of breaking down.

All eyes were on us, some picturing us as we made our way through the crowded party while others kept murmuring. Damien’s guards were both in front and back of us, shielding us from the crowd and also parting ways for us. It felt like we were the center of attention, with all eyes on our every move.

No matter how much I wanted to lift my head, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Damien’s grip on my hands was strangely comforting as if he was silently assuring me of my safety. The sound of camera flashes filled the air as we made our way down the building. It was a surreal and intense moment, with the world capturing our every move.

“Sir,” one of Damien’s guys hurriedly approached us, causing us to abruptly stop in our tracks.

Damien raised an eyebrow in confusion, and the guy nervously cleared his throat before stepping forward to speak. But before he could say a word, the scene was interrupted by a flurry of camera flashes. The paparazzi had descended upon us, eager to capture the moment. It was like being caught in a spotlight, with the glint of camera lights reflecting in our direction.

“Mr. Damien, what do you have to say about what transpired there earlier with you and Mr. Alexander?” One of the paparazzi asked.

It was like a frenzy with those paparazzi bombarding us with questions and those blinding camera flashes. I couldn’t help but lower my head, trying to shield myself from the overwhelming lights. Damien, being a public figure, seemed unfazed by it all, giving those paparazzi a piercing glare. But as an introvert, I felt completely out of my element. It’s not something I’m used to, and it definitely made me feel a bit uneasy.

“I heard that Mr. Alexander was once your man, please would you like to share why he hired a group of men to attack you and your wife in the hallway?”

I quickly bit my lips when I heard that, and without even realizing it, I tightly squeezed Damien’s palms. He had this smirk on his face and was about to say something, but then he sensed my discomfort and immediately backed off. That smirk faded away, and his expression turned ice-cold, sending shivers down my spine. With just a nod of his head, he signaled his men to take action. They wasted no time and started ushering the paparazzi away, creating a clear path for us to escape from that chaotic scene. I let out a sigh of relief to finally have some space and be able to walk away.

Though it is so confusing how Damien can switch moods so effortlessly. I was lost in my thoughts when one of the paparazzi shouted, “But you two were pretty close, would you like to share what happened between you two in Thailand?”

Thailand… I muttered confusingly in my head, trying to make sense of it all. But then I felt Damien stiffen beside me, and I could tell he was getting really angry. His teeth were gritted, and his fists were clenched tightly. It was clear that he was pissed off about something. We quickly made our way to the car, the tension in the air palpable. I couldn’t help but wonder what had gotten under his skin and the kind of relationship he shared with Alexander.

Reaching the carport, we hopped into the car and started driving, but then the driver took us down this super eerie road. Before I could even process what was happening, Damien forcefully pushed the door open and stepped out. I didn’t hesitate and followed him right away. It felt like the right move to get out of that car and have some fresh air.

“Those damn paparazzi… Seriously!” I heard him mutter angrily before he let out his frustration by punching his car and kicking the tire.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

In as much I am curious but I decided to stay quiet and pretend like I didn’t hear anything. Just then, the guard from earlier approached us and said, “Sir, Mr. Pasito and Mr. Eros are waiting for you.” His interruption broke the tense atmosphere. It seems like there’s something important going on because who in their right senses will be waiting for someone in this creepy place?

Damien turned to look at the guard and inquired, “Where are they?”

“This way, please,” the guard said, bowing respectfully and gesturing for Damien to follow him.

“Stay here,” giving me a long look, Damien uttered before turning away. I suddenly felt scared seeing him walking away. I so much wanted to decline but I seemed scared to even utter a word. But unfortunately, it seems like luck was on my side because he stopped on his track like he just read my mind. “Are you coming……?”

With a smile, I quickly rushed forward toward Damien, eager to join him. He turned his head, giving me a quick glance before intertwining our hands and leading the way. It felt comforting to have his presence by my side in this uncertain situation.

And not that long ago, we approached a distant place that looked like an abandoned warehouse. I suddenly felt nervous at how terrifying that it looked but noticing that Damien was beside me had those feelings vanished away.

However, after a few strides, we stopped in a backyard of the warehouse where I now see five men circling around a particular spot. Looking at them piqued my curiosity.

“Pasito,” Damien’s deep voice echoed in the area, startling them. They turned around, and that’s when I noticed the brown-haired guy and the other guy with tinted hair.

They looked surprised and confused to see me there, but I didn’t even bother with what was going on in their heads. My eyes strained to see past them, and that’s when my curiosity led me to notice a group of dudes in black attire, kneeling there all helplessly on the ground.

Though it was easy to tell who those guys were based on their attire, I still followed Damien and walked up to them. They were in bad shape. I couldn’t hear what Damien and the others were talking about because my attention was completely focused on those injured men. It was crazy to see them struggling to kneel properly with their injuries. I couldn’t help but wonder how wicked Damien’s crew must be to make them go through that despite seeing their condition.

I knew that after they might have jumped from those seven-story buildings that they would be badly wounded though from the look of things they also looked badly beaten and I already know who did all this. Looking at them I feel so touched and bad for them that I didn’t know when I unconsciously clasped Damien’s shirt. “Please, let them go. Your men have already done enough damage.”

I noticed how Damien’s men were looking at me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and surprise. My hands, still gripping Damien’s shirt, were trembling, and my lips were trembling too. Damien gave me a pitiful look and then let out a grunt,” Hmm…..”

“How kind could you be?” he said, his touch gentle as he stroked my cheeks. “Leaving them to go is unlike me, little fearful doll,” he continued, his lips stretching out dangerously. His gaze, filled with mystery, locked onto mine.

“Pity is never my thing, little doll,” he said, causing me to flinch at his words. Tears blurred my vision, even though his voice remained calm and composed, still they sounded dangerous. He smirked and pulled me closer, gently stroking my head. Then, I felt him nod his head.

I could feel the fear coursing through my body, knowing what was about to happen. The last thing I wanted was to witness another life being taken right in front of me. I had seen him do it before, but I couldn’t bear to watch it again. So, I definitely refused to look up. As he walked us back to the car, suddenly, “BAM… BAM!!” The sound of gunshots pierced the air, and my stomach twisted instantly in anguish as I heard the agonizing screams of those men.

Squeezing Damien’s hand in fear, I hurriedly made my way towards the car. My heart was pounding rapidly, knowing that those men were already dead. It made me wonder just how many lives this monstrous husband of mine might have taken. The thought sent shivers down my spine. Is he even a human?

Opening the back door, Damien held it open as I slid inside. I felt his presence beside me, despite my desire for him to be far away. Strangely, I felt safe around him, even though I wanted to smack him and scream for ordering his men to kill those guys. But I couldn’t find the words, so silent tears streamed down my face. And out of nowhere, Damien leaned forward and gently kissed my forehead before pulling me closer, resting my head on his shoulder. He began to tenderly rub my back, providing a sense of comfort amidst the chaos. The drive was so long that I eventually drifted off to sleep, unaware of the passing time.