Damon helped Nancy to get down from the ferry. And, then held her hand so she could walk on the sand. Nancy too got carried away by looking at her dress getting troubled with the deep sand that she never noticed a couple they were inching closer to every second. When Nancy got her head up, she noticed Fyodor standing not ten feet away. He has only gotten a little mature or lean from the past. He was the man who had killed her father and now was smiling at her.

"I was so looking forward to seeing your bride, Damon Anderson," Fyodor's wife spoke. Nancy looked right into that woman's eyes when she introduced herself. "Hello darling, this is me, Raya, daughter of the great Todorov family. Nancy remembered how this was the same woman Fyodor loved. He couldn't get her because the Todorov family wouldn't give their daughter's hand to the man who himself isn't a ruler. All of this was for Raya. Her whole family was sacrificed for their greed for power and lust.

Nancy gulped and looked at Raya's hand for a moment before she said, "I am very tired. I would like to retire to a bed." Damon shot a glance at his wife. He wasn't accepting his wife could misbehave with Fyodor's wife. "My wife isn't feeling good. Still, she didn't deny the invitation." Damon tried not to look at Raya's hand that she had to collect back.

Damon wasn't allowed to shake hands with Raya. It was the same rule as for Nancy. After much strength, Nancy looked at Fyodor who looked at her as if she was a job undone. Damon was already pulling away from Fyodor's embrace and Fyodor had to look back at Damon.

"The moment you accepted this invitation I knew you were a one smart man," Fyodor commented,

Damon noticed how Fyodor looked at his wife. Also, his words had an uncatchable warning. So, Damon was quick to add, "I am known from being a smart man to insane one quickly," Damon who was completely unaware of the situation won to get Fyodor attention all to himself.

Fyodor nodded and told him. "I look forward to our dinner tonight. Feel free to make use of your mansion as you please,"

Damon knew Fyodor had everything imaginable on his island. It was only reasonable that he had offered his wife and him a mansion of their own. They could let their guards stay there.

But walking away Damon couldn't help but ask Nancy the moment they were earshot away. "What was that? Why didn't you shake hands with Raya? You made the situation quite awkward."

"I think I didn't notice her hand." Damon wonders if she is telling the truth but then realizing that she didn't have any reason to lie he added, "Fine, don't think much about it. How are you feeling?"

Nancy nodded, "I am fine."

Nancy turned her face around while Damon was more focused on where Nancy was stepping and was holding her hand. Nancy found Fyodor and Raya looking at her. Between them stood a lot of her guards. It was enough for Nancy to realize they knew. She turned her face around without showing an ounce of fear.

Back at the mansion a few of the maids Nancy had brought along with her started unpacking their bags but Nancy was quick to intervene. "Don't. Only iron our three dresses and hang them. I don't think we will need a lot of it." While she is directing the maid Damon overhears her but doesn't bring it up on her. He wanted her to be as she pleased. It wasn't like they didn't have help.

It was only now that Damon started noticing that she had gone completely paranoid after they were attacked on the sea. But if he recalled it correctly, she was quite fine in Italy. He tried to recall when exactly she started acting like it but couldn't point it out.

Damon walked out to give her a moment and went on to view the substantial part of the island from the terrace in the living area. He noticed a few women playing at the bottom wearing almost nothing. He narrowed his eyes. This was supposed to be a meeting where they were to bring their wives. He wonders why such women were playing around. But then thinking those must be the spouses of some staff he didn't think much about it. Damon looked at his back and smiled realizing he didn't want to be caught by his wife staring at the beauties.

He walked in but what he noticed pushed the boundaries of his patience. "Why did you bring it?" Damon questioned making Nancy jump. The maids seemed to be finished with their work and with his hand Damon gestured them to leave. They left and Nancy put the gun back in the box. "Nothing, it's just beautiful,"

"Yes, but it was supposed to be in Alaska. At our home. There won't be any need..."

"I am aware," There was an edginess in Nancy's tone that Damon didn't like. Damon had seen her attending guests when they threw the party at her hotel. She was great at socializing. But now seeing her acting all paranoid he wonders if getting Nancy along was a good idea.

"Do you want to join me at dinner tonight?" Damon asked hoping she would deny the offer for how estranged she was behaving but Nancy quickly smiled, "Of course, I have to,"

"Let's get ready by seven then. In the meantime, if you want, we can go out and have a tour of the island?" Damon offered,

Nancy thought about it for a moment. The open-air meant being more vulnerable. She could tell she had made the worst mistake of her life by not letting Damon know the truth. They were literally in their enemy's den and Damon had all the right to know about this. She had no option but to decline the offer.

"Why don't you help me take a bath?" Nancy knew Damon wouldn't put her request down. And, she was indeed right. The lines on Damon's face were completely gone as he walked to her with a smile instead and picked her up before walking inside the bathroom. They were taken aback when they found a huge pool that was low in its depth. "Well, I guess I am getting my honeymoon feels." Damon helped her get off the dress and Nancy smiled helping him with the same. Damon pulled her into his arms before they got into the pool.

Damon moved his hand over her body and told her. "Well, we need to get dirt off you." Nancy laughed but then looked into his eyes and asked,

"You remember the salesman you killed because you thought I was interested in him." Damon narrowed his eyes before he asked, "What?" But Nancy smiled instantly.

"You certainly do remember it. What I want to ask is what will you do to a man who would want to kill me and my child."

"I will blow his head with my gun." Damon was quick to answer but her question had got him thinking again. Damon knows his wife isn't stupid. She doesn't do anything without a motive. He couldn't help but wonder what was coming when she smiled wickedly and held his shoulders.

"Why did you ask?" Damon questioned but Nancy shook her head. "Nothing I was just wondering."

"Wondering what?" Damon asked,

"I wonder what if that person is someone important for your business. Or let it go. What if he is someone strong and fighting him can cause you trouble and estranged relationships with other families."

Damon quickly tilted his head. "It doesn't matter. You are my family. And, no active rule can make me give up on that." Nancy smiled looking at his strong shoulders. "So, these strong shoulders are mine." Nancy kissed his arm all the while looking up into his eyes. Damon smiled looking at her wide eyes before he said, "You are cooking something. It is not just fear."

Nancy smiled and wanted to pull away but Damon held her elbow. "Tell me," Nancy only bit her lip before she said, "I don't know how to say this but you have become exceptionally handsome," She used her fake tone with him and this made Damon laugh.

"I am not kidding, Nancy. Tell me." But Nancy shook her head.

"It's nothing. I am just giving you scenarios. So, you are better prepared. I mean we never know when we would..."

"No scenario can get me away from you," Damon said looking at her face. She looked ethereal in wet hair. Cupping her nape, Damon directed her to him and kissed her. Her warmth gave him the kind of content he knew he would never have otherwise. He could do anything to keep her safe.

Nancy got ready for the dinner. Damon did notice her hand shivering and asked, "Are you cold?" Damon held her hand and she indeed was. "Are you good?" Damon asked to which Nancy tried to shrug off. "Nothing much, I think we spent quite a time in the pool," Nancy replied,

Damon looked at her. "And, even then you are choosing this dress. Why do you have to do this?"

Damon looked at her with suspicion when she tucked a gun under the slit of her dress. But when Nancy didn't explain he held her elbow and made her swing to him. "When you do this, I feel inadequate."

"Why so?" Nancy raised her brows.

"I am with you, Nancy. Why would you need a gun? Who do you want to feel safe from? Me?" But Nancy huffed. "Don't be stupid? It is not for you, Damon darling."

"Then who?" Damon asked agitated when she came to stand beside him. "Anything is possible. The last time I was away from you. And, you were scared to the point you said I was better perished in the sea than being tortured. Won't you be at a little rest knowing I have a weapon hidden underside my thigh?"

"When we get back to Alaska you are definitely seeing a doctor for this one." Nancy rolled her eyes and Damon fisted his hands around her elbow with much strength. "I beg you to keep your manners in check. Raya is not nobody. Her first cousin is the Todorov family's head, Ruslan Todorov." Nancy nodded. She vaguely remembers that man's proposal coming for her aunt. But she had to accept Fyodor rejecting anyone else.

'You aren't your aunt, Nancy. Damon isn't a scheming rat who would use a woman to get influence. He was in no need of it.' Nancy knew she was luckier than her aunt to find someone like Damon. He was a far better man than Fyodor. Nancy walked beside Damon and a car was waiting for them to pick up.

"We are going to take this car. You aren't stopping us. It is hardly a minute away. You won't suffocate." Damon told Nancy all of it with his voice low and face ahead.

Nancy gulped and for the first time, she gave up and gestured for their own driver to stay away. Fyodor had sent two men to get them. One was the driver while the other opened the door for them. Afterwards, that man came to sit on the passenger seat.

Nancy hated how she couldn't ask Damon how their guards weren't following them. But then not caring about a thing she asked Damon. "Where are our guards, and help." Damon wondered why she asked it.

"I have them covered the whole of Island. Only the person who has his death written would step on the island."

Nancy noticed the man and driver take it as their threat. Damon sounded as if he was giving them an open challenge. Nancy gulped realizing poor Damon didn't even know what kind of effect his words had on the men sitting ahead of them.

Nancy smiled how at the time of meeting Fyodor and even now Damon sounded as if he knew everything. His attitude was winning her all over again.

The car was soon pulled in front of Fyodor's residence. It didn't have a huge lawn. The gate was quite close to the driveway. Nancy had donned blood red color dress and made sure the belt holding her gun wasn't apparent.

Nancy realized Damon didn't take any notice of the two burly bodyguards who had started following them from the moment they stepped out of the car. Of course, he believed that their host had kept the security tight for them. But Nancy was aware that those guards were there for them.

Damon found Fyodor standing in the middle of his entrance hall. His wife Raya was standing ten feet away from him at his back. Fyodor was wearing a tight suit for a formal dinner while his wife was no less than a symbol of riches. She was donning a green shimmer dress with a necklace heavy and sparkly enough that it could make anyone envy her.

Nancy on the other hand didn't have any heavy jewelry on. She was more prepared to do the attack with her gun than her looks. But her red dress subtly spoke of the destruction she could be coming with. And, her small choker necklace that had Anderson's logo on the gold was a reminder that she had achieved the alliance with a powerful family.

Damon wonders what had happened when he came to shake hands with Fyodor. The tension on his face was palpable. Damon couldn't help asking. "Is everything fine?" Because his face and body language were far from pleasant to welcome a guest.

"I hope it is," Fyodor replied and Damon exchanged a glance with Nancy before Damon offered, "Tell me what I can do,"