11. Live In The Real World

Serena's POV

At this point in time, I find myself silently praying to the moon goddess that the earth would just open up and swallow me so that I don't get to continue to experience what I am going through right now.

argghh!!!! This is freaking crazy and I am having a hard time trying to regain my stance as I make my way through the aisle towards that particularly annoying figure, standing at the far end looking a little bit confusing with a sort of expression I can't fathom in his eyes.

" Keep your legs steady and try not to fumble if you don't want me to lash out at you in the public right now. " I can hear that sharp commanding tone directly beside me as Dad keeps my arm stiff and wrapped around his, while leading me towards the altar where Damon is presently standing and waiting for me.

Just like mom had already stated and described, this is literally the worst wedding any girl can ever dream of encountering in all her entire existence.

This is literal hell and because of the severity of the situation both parents of the bride and the groom had to resort to the situation of inviting only few members from each of their sides so it doesn't turn out to be a large lavished wedding where everyone gets to know when the wedding has happened.

It's a court kind of wedding so it doesn't really need so much crowd. The only important thing that needs to be done and settled is to just say the vows and sign the certificate so it can be duly marked that we are indeed legally married and everything has been settled.

This is literally the worst day of my life and I feel like I am walking on bubbles as I finally get to the altar where Damon is standing, gazing at me with a strange sort of expression on his face.

He continues to look at me relentlessly without even looking away for once and it makes me frown slightly as I slowly evade his gaze and look elsewhere.

Why the hell is his eyes suddenly giving me the chills?

All of a sudden, he smiles when I return my gaze back to him and it makes me bite against my tongue.

That is really really weird.

Maybe he's just actually flashing me a fake plastic smile so that he can show everyone around that we are actually happy about this marriage.

But the thought of that makes me even more angry than anything I have ever felt.

Why the hell would he do that?

He should be freaking frowning at me so that everyone will know we are both not happy about this and we want this to break apart right now.

I watch him as he bites against his bottom lip gazing at me from my face, down towards my chest and then to my foot and it makes my heart beat increase without control in my chest.

I swallow the huge lump I feel in my throat as I begin to think rapidly.

Why the hell is this staring at me like he wants to eat me up?

It is making me very uncomfortable as the priest finally makes his way over to the both of us with a majestic golden looking pillow, containing the wedding rings.

At his signal, the both of us realize it is time for us to say our vows and I prepare myself to spill out the entire rubbish I had struggled to stick inside my brain all throughout last night.

Within a few minutes, we are done with that and then it gets to the time where I am being asked if I take him as my lawfully wedded husband.

I bite hard against my bottom lip giving him a flashing glare as he looks at me with an expectant smile.

Why is he looking so excited about this? It is making me feel insanely infuriated and I can swear that I want to give him a punch in the nose.

I finally give up and roll my eyes before spilling out the word 'Yes'.

It's not like I actually have a choice anyway.

I know that a few meters away, my dad is standing and glaring at me with an intense anger in his eyes because I can already feel the strong powerful aura coming from him.

That dangerous dark aura of madness that tells that if anyone messes up with him right now, he can probably reveal his demonic self and tear a person's soul apart.

Damon is then asked if he takes me as his lawfully wedded wife and without hesitation he says yes.

We are then pronounced husband and wife as we exchange rings and then they priest binds us together while Damon is instructed to lead me down the aisle towards where our wedding vehicle is waiting for the both of us to take us straight home.

I am so glad they skipped the kissing part.

"It's not like you haven't kissed him already." My mind says but I shake the thought off.

Eeeww.

Dad takes over the wedding certificate and gives it over to Damon who collects it with a very, strangely, beautiful smile on his face as he bows down at Dad and it makes me wonder with confusion.

what the hell is wrong with him?

yeah all this is just a pretence and I know that in a few minutes, by the time we get home, it's going to be literal hell.

We get into the vehicle and the driver that has already been set in place swiftly drives us home within the blink of an eye.

We find ourselves directly in front of the largest Mansion I have ever seen in my life, with all the walls graced with beautiful, pure, gold as though this must be some magnificent Palace from the Moon goddess herself.

Okay, I know they really want to make everything look real and deceive everyone around us that we are really married and we are happily living in a beautiful magnificent Palace-like Mansion but this is really so extreme and way beyond what I expected.

This magnificent Palace is literally going to cost trillions of dollars and Damon's dad is willingly giving this away just for us to live together and fake pretend a marriage??

I glance at Damon who steps out of the car and stretches his hand requesting for mine.

"It's time for us to step into our beautiful home, my love."

I look at him the moment he says that and cringe before slapping his hand away from my presence.

"Just get out of my sight." I tell him instantly, ignoring the fact that the driver is still seated at the front, observing the scene between the both of us.

Well, who cares about that anyway? He is my dad's personal bodyguard and I already know that he is aware of the hidden circumstance behind the situation of us getting married.

I step out of the vehicle and he swiftly drives away from the premises of the mansion while I walk ahead of Damon and step into the beautiful large magnificent sitting room that looks like a ballroom with the most gracious looking sofas I have ever seen in my life.

I know my eyes are sparkling with the extreme beauty I am looking at as I swiftly walk up to a sofa and collapse against it, enjoying the warmth of the plush fabric on my skin.

"I can see you love it, don't you? My dad had to set through town to figure out the best furniture and the best sort of materials to create this Mansion just for us."

I really cannot bear his pretense anymore as I quickly sit down on the sofa and look at him with anger evidence in my eyes.

"Okay will you just quit it, Damon? We are no longer at the wedding anymore and none of our parents are here. So I guess you can quit the pretense and just come out clean the way you are. I know you are not happy about this marriage, so stop pretending like you enjoying it."

He looks at me for a brief minute, before slowly walking up towards me and standing directly in front of me.

I look at him and frown before attempting to get up and walk away but he takes hold of my shoulder forcing me to sit back down on the sofa.

"What the hell are you doing?" I ask him with annoyance but he just chuckles.

"I'm trying to talk to you and you are just walking away. That is not the right way to treat your husband, don't you realize that?"

"You are no freaking husband to me so deal with it." I tell him and attempt to get up again but he places his hands against my shoulder, keeping me stable on the sofa and giving me a warning stare.

"If you get up from this sofa again..."

"Then what the hell are you going to do?" I ask him and give him a daring look.

He smirks at me and brings his face closer.

What the hell is he doing?

I swing my palm and slap him hard in the face, forcing him to stumble backwards and fall to the ground as I give him a hard glare.

"I don't know whatever tricks you are trying to play on me in this situation but don't think this marriage is going to work to your advantage. It's not going to last long and I promise you

hell while we stay together. so if you know what is good for you, maintain your Lane and stay away from me!!!" I scream loudly at him before quickly turning around and sprinting up towards the long magnificent curved stairs.

I make my way towards the place which might actually be our bedroom and I stumble inside quickly, closing the door.

I heave a sigh and allow myself to dive straight into the bed.

I scream hard into the pillows and begin to slam my face continuously against it, feeling the urge to bring the entire bed down and probably tear my skin apart.

I hate this!! I hate fucking this!!! I freaking fucking hate this!!!! I freaking fucking fracking hate this and the Good goddess knows this.

Why the hell does this have to be my situation and why do I have to end up in this heavy amount of torture??

oh good goddess this is the worst situation I can ever think of in my life and I need you to free me away from this.

How the hell am I going to survive my entire life living with that lunatic and that bastard that has only one goal and one mission in life?

Which is to make my life a literal hell!!

Aaaarghh!!!??

I am still thinking of my misfortune, when I hear a slight knock against the door and it makes me lift my head to look at it, frowning intensely.

Don't tell me he is the one chasing after me right now?

"Serena, I'm sorry if I actually overreacted and did what I wasn't supposed to do. Please forgive me and let's talk about this, okay? Let's have a meaningful and honest conversation as husband and wife. let's work this in the way that we can leave in perfect peace and harmony."

Aaaarghh!!

This is getting me even more infuriating than everything I have ever felt in my life as I glare out the door and tighten my fists.

I am fighting to stop myself from walking up towards the door because I know I might be forced to break his nose.

"Stop freaking pretending that this marriage is real, Damon and live in the real world you fool!!!"