Forced To Marry A Mafia Billionaire

Kassidy's POV:

"Get away from me you good-for-nothing bitch!" he shouted, and as I turned to run, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me close. I struggled to get away, but his grip was too strong. He drew back his leg and kicked me, and I fell to the floor with a thud. I curled up, trying to protect myself from his blows, but they kept coming. I could hear him yelling obscenities at me, but I couldn't make out the words over the ringing in my ears. I was helpless, and I knew there was no escape.

I lay there on the floor, dazed and in pain, I thought about how I had ended up here. It all began a few years ago when my mother decided to get married to him because she didn't want me to grow up without a father figure. I never thought I needed a father, because the love my mum gave me was greater than anything that I could imagine. Everything turned upside down the moment she got married to this man, who made things difficult for both of us. Of course, men like him were always the pleasant ones, wanting to be everything in the beginning for the woman so she could let her guard down. My mother innocently thought he was going to be the best father for me. But that was the mistake she made.

"Get the fuck up!" He kicked me again on my aching rib causing me to groan in pain.

"Please... please stop," I begged, signaling to him. But he wasn't about to relent. He moved towards me and pulled me by the hair. "Ahhh," I screamed, tears stinging my eyes.

"Who the hell do you think you are, telling me to stop?" His grip tightened on my hair. I gritted my teeth in pain because it felt as though he was pulling my hair out of my head. Just when I thought that was it, his other hand gripped my neck. "Cat got your tongue? Or you just don't want to answer?" I managed to hold his hand, trying to ease the grip he had on my neck, but it was hopeless. His eyes gleamed with malice, making me wonder why he hated me so much.

"Dad!" He paused at the mention of his name, then turned. There was his daughter, Melody, pouting.

"What's the matter?" he questioned before letting me go. I landed with a thud on the floor while he walked over to his daughter.

"I'd been calling you for hours, but you refused to pick up," she said.

"I'm so sorry, darling. You see, I was in the middle of something." He gave me a side-eye. Frightened, I moved back.

Melody glanced at me, and then her brows cocked. "Oh? I see," she smirked as she gently walked over to my side. "It's such a pity you had to endure a life like this. But then again, the one offered to you was simply too much for you to handle." She bent to my level. "You're weak. The politics that come with working in a company as successful as your father's should be handled only by the experienced." She rose and turned to her father. "Dad! You promised you'd give me the will!"