THE DON'S SECRET OBSESSION ( His Bride, Her Prison)

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press myself into my seat, trying hard not to feel depressed as I

nd's car, drenched in blood i

, my whole

lence in the car i

etending that I don't exist, whil

't stand it anymore. My head slowl

he is buried

ss is sticky and itchy, plus the idea of some

onds while Dermos doesn't even move an inch

what he is typing on his phone

etting my body slide down the seat, I once

e, just endless green trees. Lor

ed of being? Will I ever open my boutique?

swerves. The buzzing sound of a giant gat

he gasp that escapes my l

etely cream in colour with some gold streaks attached to it. As we drive in the long concrete aisle

ap my head to the side only to find a

xpecting t

nd Dermos pushes his door open w

ion he gives me, the better it is fo

room." Carlos' voice draws me out of my thought

rch behind him. The door squeaks open, reveal

ed at strategic places with a wide plasma hung on th

painted in c

as

e or my new hell?

n amazement as I tug

s do

words tumbling out of my lips as

iece of furniture is pink. The bed, d

pink, that's Ariella

Don said it was yo

cut him off, swallowing the lump of d

oon." He says, a small smile gracing his lips,

ckward. He nods, then turns, pullin

I force back tea

cry about. I clench my jaw t

my eyes closed, pretending Ar

imes from her, but I never had th

ng my breath to seize. It's not true. "You always take ev

I slump on my bed,

r. My whole life has been hell because my sis

ept that because I am marri

ack, what will happen? Where did sh

n, causing me to realise that I

d, stalking to the bathroom to bathe and change.

I step out of the bathroom only to meet

s out of my lips as my bo

ressed in casual joggers and a sweatshirt

aw earlier, his blonde hair now gelled to the bac

e is ha

murmur, forcing my eyes not

at my siste

happened. I will go on to achieve my dream, I will open my

all this ever happened, so that

nd this is our first night, so I am

mouth, and I stumble backwards, causing my robe

t, snapping my hand fo

ouldn't I? You are my wife, aren't you?" he asks, raisi

ake a big deal out of th

ters out of my lips, my hand slams to m

uite well, and I wouldn't want to give you the flu." I

efore nodding. He pushes himself off the desk

cted that you would easily adjust," He sa

handled this? Perhaps she wou

ly side I know is the bitchy hateful

i

bed with the screen now on. I move

played on the screen. I stumble backwa

It has bare