Nancy didn't know he meant to get to Italy too soon. Only the next day at the lunch time Damon asked a person from the staff. "Is everything packed?"

Nancy didn't think much of it until the person replied, "We are done with everything. You can leave tonight."

It did get Nancy's attention. Damon hadn't left her for a moment since the time he told her he would give her a chance. Was he finally going somewhere?

"Make sure nothing remains unchecked," She found Damon replying to the staff before he looked at her. Realizing he had caught her listening to his business she got her eyes back to her plate and started eating again.

"You don't have to worry about a thing darling," There was a fake accent when Damon addressed her. His voice alone was a tinge to tell her that something was going on.

As if he was warning her to not mess things up the way they were going. Damon cut a slice of meatloaf and continued. "They have packed the necessities for you." But then looked at her and bragged. "You can get a whole wardrobe for yourself once we are in Italy."

This indeed made Nancy look at him. If anything she knew he wouldn't spend his money on her if he didn't want this marriage to work. But then she raised her brows a little and got back on the food thinking he owns a lot of money to play around. Damon didn't like her reaction and asked her.

"Enlighten me?"

"What?" Nancy asked back.

"You can't give me such a reaction and not expect me to not hold you for it." Realizing she was in trouble if she didn't respond she offered him her full attention while excusing.

"I am sorry. I was surprised."

"Or you didn't think of yourself worthy of such a treatment? Even in your dreams, you wouldn't have thought about Italy." Nancy recalled how she had had a few sprees in Italy but didn't mention any of it and nodded her head.

"You are right. But trust me I was only surprised. I..."

"Next time don't forget to utter thank you."

"Thank you," Nancy didn't take a moment.

Damon seemed as if his mood was ruined. He moved his lower jaw a little before telling her. "No man can endure an ungrateful woman."

Damon got back on his plate but Nancy stared at him. She didn't like his choice of words but then realizing she couldn't do a thing her blood boiled. She had tried to be without any emotions but it was a difficult thing to do when the person in front of you is Damon Anderson.

Nancy looked at her plate which seemed hard to finish. The images of him punching her clouded her mind. She knew it was now only his behaviour that she was to bear now. But it was no easy task too.

Nancy fisted her hand on her lap. It was such a torture. She couldn't eat what she wanted. She couldn't decide when to sleep, when to wake up, or when to bath. She couldn't decide what to wear or who to talk to. She couldn't decide what to say. It was all too overbearing. And, it didn't seem like it would end anytime soon. At this point, she only wanted a moment away from him.

After lunch, Damon took her into his office and made a few calls. It was Nancy's first time in his office. But since yesterday Damon was tagging her everywhere. So, it didn't come as a surprise when he took her to his office. Even though Nancy tried her best to not wander her eyes around Damon's long calls made her look around at times.

His office was huge. She could tell the carpet was from Russia or somewhere from east Europe. It had those patterns characteristic of it.

One painting got her attention and she could tell it was Picasso's real work. But as long as she knew someone else had a copy of such a painting. But knowing who Damon was she could tell he couldn't have the fake copy hanging in his office. She shook her head realizing he didn't want anyone to know who owned the real copy. He couldn't care any less if the world knew his name or not. If anything he was supposed to keep his name in only the circle he seemed important enough.

Nancy noticed his stare at her and looked at him before getting her eyes down to her lap. She was sitting in front of him as if she had come to discuss a matter. She had noticed he always kept her at a distance if they weren't in their wing or somewhere they knew no one would walk on them without their prior permission.

Nancy tried to listen to his conversation but it was a long boring call to someone he was promising to see once he got to Italy. Nancy gathered he was telling someone about his arrival. But would stop for long pauses to hear the other person. And, if Damon was listening to what other person got to say she could tell he was someone important. Nancy again looked at the painting but jumped when Damon asked,

"You want me to get it in your hands? You want to touch it." Nancy was quick to shake her head.

"Fine, yea, I want everything perfect. I have my new wife to impress." This made Nancy look at him. One could tell he had gotten Nancy's attention now. "Yes, oh, yes, she is. You wouldn't be able to stop looking at her. Yeah, don't it though." Damon winked but Nancy only looked down. She knew she couldn't smile at him. She had tried and had failed miserably.

Damon cut the call and his first words were. "The regional lord of my faction from Italy." The word faction dropped something in her stomach. She bit her inner cheek. The realization that she was back in this world was dawning like a thunderbolt over her. Previously, she didn't feel more than a prisoner here but now when Damon mentioned faction while talking to her. It brought all the emotions to the surface.

"I have you here for something important." This got Nancy's attention again. "Can we talk?" Damon asked and Nancy nodded a "Yes,"

Damon stared at her for a moment before starting. "I have a circle that I can't avoid in Italy. And, Italy isn't alone. I have a circle pretty much everywhere you would point on the globe." Damon said this part gesturing to the globe that was adorning his table.

Nancy started looking at the globe and Damon rolled his eyes realizing it would take her a lifetime to actually learn how powerful he is. She would think he is bragging while he only talking facts.

But when Damon paused as if he was waiting for her response she managed. "I get it."

"Well, I get your background and it would take time for you to act like the wives of men like me. But it can't mean that you won't even try." When Damon paused a little Nancy gulped and nodded. "I will try."

Damon banged his hands on the table and rose to his feet. "Trying isn't enough." Nancy jumped a little and her lower lip started shivering. "Look at you. You can't. How are you to get yourself together when someone..."

"I will manage," Nancy assured him. Or he looked like he would get angrier.

"You know what. Forget about it. You can go and shop around all you want. And, I will manage my things on my own." Nancy stared at him and he indeed seemed mad. A moment of silence passed them before Nancy let her breath out.

"I did manage to talk to your friends at the wedding." Nancy reminded him.

"Those weren't my friends, honey. Those were...forget about it. You won't get it."

"I will be fine. I know." Nancy assured and this indeed impressed Damon. He had planned every moment of how things would be for Nancy in Italy. He has promised Robert that nothing would go wrong from his side.

Damon already knew she was daring enough to propose the marriage to him. And, to look into his eyes and challenge his authority at times. He too knew she would be fine. The only thing he didn't want her to be was to think she could outsmart him.

Damon leaned to her face and smirked. "I forgot to tell you something. I am a very jealous man. No matter what, you better not think someone can get you from my hands." He got her hair to the back of her ear and reminded her, "The moment you tried to use anything on me. You know what I am capable of. I won't kill you, Nancy. But I will do other things. And, you have barely made progress. You know that, right?" Nancy's breath hitched at the mention of her getting hurt. Was it still a probability? Of course, it was. He won't become a changed person overnight. It was only until he wasn't mad.

"I know." Nancy's voice had a crack and Damon smiled all the while reminding her. "It is your time to get the bandage changed."

Nancy noticed he was keeping track of her every medicine, meal, and bandage. As if she wasn't adult enough to take care of it. Damon got her back to their wing's living area where two maids were already waiting to get her bandage on the bullet wound changed.

Nancy started getting her bandage changed. Damon remained in her room all the time. He liked seeing her face marred with discomfort when her wound was cleaned or dressed again. The same team that got her ready for the night out a few days ago reached their wing. Nancy didn't want to get ready by them but didn't voice her thoughts. They again got her heavy and sharp makeup. She did look like the wife of someone who runs the world with all the diamonds, fur, and heels. Nancy didn't know if Damon preferred such a look but she indeed matched the women who had attended her wedding.

She indeed looked like how her aunt used to look when she would visit them. Now she get it was indeed to hide the marks of fingers on her face.

Nancy recalled how only two woman at her wedding had the loud makeup. Even when they aren't beaten up they were to have loud make up. So, people believe it their style.

Nancy got sad realizing she was going to stand with the ones who would always have to use more product for their face.

She was almost ready when she noticed her handbag. She had seen the picture of this bag. Not now but all those years ago. And, Rich money does show off such articles now and then. It was a limited edition and was worth eighty thousand when it was first released. And, it was released even before she was born. She wanted to guess that it could be fake but knowing Damon wouldn't own anything fake or have her wife hold anything fake.For the first time she was awestruck.

The dresser was about to pass her the bag when Damon stopped. "No, do you really think she can hold this bag?" A woman with gloved hands walked ahead and held the bag for her.

Nancy got ashamed at his remarks but Damon was quick to get up and change the air.

"Look at you. No one can tell that you were fighting the rats for food a day earlier on the streets." Nancy gulped and refused to look in the mirror. Damon smiled and started walking to her. The staff who were mostly ready to leave the room got back and made way for Damon.

A maid who was getting diamond rings in Nancy's fingers was stopped by Damon with the gesture of a finger and she got away too.

"Look at yourself," Damon asked Nancy and stood right behind her. Nancy slowly raised her head and looked into the mirror.

"I picked this outfit for you when you were sleeping this morning," Nancy remembered him waking her up in the morning. She had a very long day yesterday and overslept. His claim about choosing this dress for her could be true. But the question was why he was so focused on her. And, now they were travelling to Italy to have some time for themselves. She couldn't see any need for this trip when he was already not leaving her side even for a moment.

"Thank you," Nancy didn't delay this time.

"You are welcome. And, this bag? You aren't allowed to touch it. It would take time for you to earn the right to touch this bag." Nancy remained silent.

Damon picked the ring from the maid's hand and slid a pink diamond over Nancy's lady finger. Nancy was still looking at it when he got another one over her ring finger. "Look at what you have gotten with me. More is on the way." Nancy gulped and realized it would all come at a price. A price he would make her pay every minute of her life.

"Our plane is ready for us. You are coming with me, right?"

"To Italy, now? But I don't have a passport." Nancy mentioned.

"You don't trust me?" He asked and this time got his hands on her waist. Nancy gulped and nodded her head. "I trust you."

"Good,"

Nancy realized he had a private runway only right behind his state. They had to drive for only ten minutes to reach the place. The plane was ready and it seemed their luggage had already boarded. No matter how rich her father was. She had never taken a private plane to another country. She had travelled in the best class and her father would make a special entry for her but they had to reach the airport and use the same airport as other people.

No wonder Anderson's had more resources and power than her father's faction.

No one asked for their passport or visa. And, when they took the seat the air hostess announced for it to be the Italy.

"But without a passport. I can't travel outside this country in a proper channel?..." Now, Nancy was getting worried. So, she had to ask.

Damon passed her a passport and when Nancy opened it she bit her lip looking at it. She had a passport now and it had Damon Anderson as her husband.

She already knew this state was in his hands. He could speed up the process. He had not only gotten her as his wife in the papers but had also gotten her nationality in the United States.

"How?"

"Get used to it." He said and at the same time, the plane started taking off. And, it made Nancy recall the worst of her fears. She got panicked. She always had this problem with her. She got her hand on his hand and dug her nails. Damon smiled looking at her and recalled of his pet cub who would leave marks on his hands. Thinking of her as his pet and not his wife was helping him out.

"Oh please, oh please, no, oh please..." Nancy got pale and didn't know what her reaction was doing to Damon. Leaving his hand she held his bicep and hid her face in his arm. "...tell me we aren't crashing. Tell me...ahhhh..." She gasped and Damon shook his head now. He waited until the plane was stable and asked his staff. "Get out of here."

"Are we ok now?" Nancy asked still shaking like a leaf at his side.

"Not even close. And, you better get to work for it."

"Is this about the plane?" Nancy asked holding his hand. She had such a worry in her voice. She had this phobia about flying and she had forgotten all about it after so long.

Damon smiled before grabbing her hand and placing it over the tent that had formed over the zipper of his pants. Nancy realized what mistake she had made but Damon was quick to reprimand.

"Don't you dare fly with another man ever again? You got it?" Nancy nodded her face. "Yes,"

"Good,"

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