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"Thank you so much," Damon said to the last of the guests leaving while the lady partner who was named Zora smiled. "I would love to see you two at our place often. I promise it won't disappoint you. It has been an amazing summer for new couples like you."

"We would love to." Damon smiled looking at Nancy who too tried to smile but couldn't. Damon got his hand up to her side while staring at the last car leaving their grounds. Nancy found his head turning to her from her side eyes but couldn't dare to look at him. "The excitement of a new bride in your arms is like no other." Nancy looked at him holding her breath. "I..." Nancy wanted to assure him that she would give her best but Damon cut her speech off pulling her in. He held her face and gave her a sweet smile. It almost looks cynical.

"Don't you dare say a word?" The words came out in a grit. Nancy blinked her eyes in response and Damon held her injured arm. "Ahh...please, it hurts."

"Oh I forgot, did I hurt you?" Damon asked loosening his grip only a little and Nancy hissed in pain. "You must have forgotten. It's ok."

"I didn't my wife. I wanted it to hurt. Do you think I care that you recover or not? I want you to break you and get you together only enough to get you by."

Robert walked to them and called him from a distance. "Damon? I want to talk to you...alone." Robert emphasized in the end.

Damon rolled his eyes telling him. "This better be urgent. It won't be nice that I leave my bride all by herself..." The scoff in his voice was too apparent. He wasn't putting an act in front of Robert. And, that tells Nancy that Robert's presence won't be a shield for her.

Damon bowed a little to see her face and showed he cared when he asked. "Can you be without me for a minute? In fact, why don't you go to the room? And, wait for me?" He held her chin up and didn't wait to call for a nearby guard.

"Show the lady to my room." Nancy looked at Damon leaving with Robert. She wonders what she could do to change his heart for her. Not only he wasn't ready to give this arrangement a chance but he was promising her no civility.

Nancy followed a set of two guards who walked ahead of her and she simply followed them. She was getting back using the same doors from where she was escorted. She had already learned he hadn't left her in the cell. She was living at his place for the last two days.

She still hasn't figured out why he took mercy on her. The interior of his place wasn't built for someone short on money to keep his place warm in a state such as Alaska. It had a high ceiling. The walls were thick and the entrance lobby had a huge chandelier. The hallways were spacious too and had several windows in the exterior walls. This time she was taken to a different place from before. She had learned that she was kept in a guest room. On the third floor, she entered a space that looked more like his wing. The ceiling was a little short on this one. And, it had several paintings of naked women, eagles, and soldiers from different wars. Only a closer inspection was enough to inform her that those soldiers were his ancestors or the famous people who served his family. Most artefacts of different wild animals were made of gold. The tables and chairs at different places had high backs.

She could smell his perfume on this wing. It wasn't well lighted. Only enough to make out things. Most lamps were out. But the pictures had overhead lamps to light them up. The heavy drapes were drawn. Telling her no one will ever know what had become of her here. And, before she could wait on a few pictures, the guards turned around catching her slow in her steps and far behind. "We are here," Both said in unison. She looked at the huge black door. It had intricate designs on its borders and reached the ceiling. The doorknob was made of gold.

Noticing they never opened the door for her she suspected they weren't allowed to. Nancy gulped and started making her way to the room. It was indeed decorated for a new couple. With silky robes on the bed, flowery silk canopy and bouquets were giving a charming touch to the place. She held the doorknob and entered the room. The room had an attached terrace and unlike the whole wing the drapes were wide open. Giving her the view of the pound and most of his state. It didn't have the rusty buildings to block the view. And, in the distant far one could notice the forest. But what caught her eye was the amount of men patrolling his area. As if they were on the brink of war. Maybe it was also because a lot of powerful people were to pay the visit. The security of this place was indeed a matter today. But it only made her more anxious. She was a weak ordinary woman to him. In fact, more troubled because her brother eloped with his fiance. And, now they had ended up married. A marriage Nancy was to make until her last breath.

She turned around to look at the room. It had a king-size bed in the middle of the room. Behind the bedpost, it had his huge portrait but it didn't show his face. Only his thin lips and a little of his chest showing from his shirt were the main focus. The cigar in his hand was about to touch his lips. He looked ethereal. But after seeing how cruel, and merciless he could be. Even this portrait couldn't move her heart. She didn't love him. She wasn't confused on this part. But she indeed wanted to make this marriage work. She wanted to earn his trust. Only this could ensure that she would not be hurt.

The imposter of Jonathan was blown away. She was only a Russian chick in Anderson's sinful city now. Any person with strong hands could claim her or worse gang up on her. She was in the room of none other than an Anderson. Not as his slut but as his wife. No matter how twisted, it was a better option than any drug dealer at the corner of the city working for Damon. And, no matter what. He was a broken man wounded by the infidelity of his young lover. Nancy had noticed how agitated he got when she talked to him as if they were a real husband and a wife. But it was her only way. Making him recall could work in her favour at some point. Or she could at least try or hope.

She recalled her governess telling her once. For a woman, she doesn't need to have love for her husband. To have feelings for someone is a fleeting emotion. You should always remember that you must submit to him. You should always show him love even when you don't want to. Only then, you will make your marriage work.

Nancy had forgotten all about it a long time ago. When she had decided to sacrifice her identity and future to protect herself in the sinful city. She was barely sixteen and had noticed how cruel even your closest could be.

And, then, feeding, clothing, and housing the two people was always a difficult task when she didn't have any degrees to show your qualifications. She had to work low-paying jobs and could never afford Ken's education. She often arranged books for him but he was never into studying for the sake of learning.

She jumped when someone walked into the door. She looked at Damon and automatically took a few steps back. She was lost in her past a few moments ago and now her reality was dawning on her. She realized she should have been doing more prep talk to face what she was to.

She forced a smile and complimented. "Your room is beautiful." A demonic smile appeared on his face when he said,

"It's ours now." He started walking to her and Nancy tried his best to not take a single step back. Seeing him walking to her she realized even trying was going to be a difficult task. This is not what her heart yearned for. Her first time was going to be with her husband. But he was in no way someone who should have been her husband. She wanted to mourn why she ended up in such a position. She didn't even notice when she fisted her left hand over her chest when he almost towered her. "What? You don't look good. Is everything fine? Wife?"

Her eyes were going glassy with fear and her lips shivered. "I am fine." The tremble in her voice had failed her. Nancy found something changed in Damon from before. His face was flushed red. The white of his eyes was red. And, before she could notice more she found him inhaling sharply with his thumb on his nose. The white on his fingers told her he had had cocaine. She had known how violent it could get to a normal man.

"What? Do you think I was going to hurt you when we can choose to make love? Look at the room. It is all for us." Damon gestured to the room and stared at the bed and that made Nancy look at the bed too. Damon started taking her closer to the bed. "Yea, look at it." The whole room had small white and red rose bouquets. The bed had a beautiful silk canopy at three sides and Nancy whispered. "I liked that too."

"Yeah, it's beautiful. And, guess what? It was not arranged for..." The impact on her cheek was too sudden. Nancy fell on the bed with her head first. "...you!" He roared the word.

Nancy was quick to get on her back and moved away. "Don't...don't you dare to sit on this bed until I am finished talking to you." He held her injured arm and pulled on it. "Ah...Damon, Ah..." Nancy tried to get away but he was quick to get his arms around her and fell over her. She was writhing in his steel hold and pleaded. "Oh no. Damon. Please, you are hurting me." She pushed his shoulder with her left hand but he was quick to tackle her wrist above her head.

"You aren't even trying. Are you? You are so weak. I can break your every bone on this bed and no one will even blink for you. Do you realize your position here?" Damon yelled the last line in her ear while she kept whimpering in pain. There was no use of words on him at this moment. He was raging on drugs and wanted to do anything without inhibitions. She was at his mercy. There was no question of her submitting. There was nothing she could do to change him. She was only a prey under him. A helpless being.

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