Three Months

Lucienne shook her head, she was never going to get married to him, not even if she was trapped in the body of Cherry.

"No" She shook her head slightly and her father noticed the look on her face.

"Hello all" Lucas gave a small bow and waved at Lucienne with a smile that creeped her out and still yet disgusted her.

"You are welcome Mr. Winston" Cherry's father welcomed Lucas.

"Winston?" Lucienne mumbled. 

Lucas had never told her that he was the son of the Winston family.

There was sudden silence over the place as another man stepped into the living room, dressed in all black which made Lucienne remember the man who gave his umbrella to her, there was another man following after him too.

"Hello, I hope I am not late" his voice was as hot as whatever and his face was not less hotter than his face.

"Of course not, welcome son in law" Cherry's father welcomed him.

"That's your fiance" Diana nudged Lucienne lightly.

"Oh, I see, and the first one?" she mumbled a question.

"He is your brother in law, the elder brother to your fiance" Diana whispered.

"I see" she murmured and looked towards Damien who was looking back at her.

She quickly looked away his piercing cold gaze.

"C'mon, let's all go eat" Cherry's step mother stood up with a wide smile on her face, the smile on her face was genuine as she was glad that Cherry was finally going to leave the home.

All of them walked over to the dinning room and settled into various seats except for the man following Damien who stood behind Damien.

"It is such a honor to have you at our home today, dinning with us" Cherry's dad smiled at Damien who only responded with a slight nod.

There was a strange silence as they all ate.

Lucienne was elated when she tasted the meal, it tasted out of the world.

To her, this was the taste of wealth, the taste of being a rich lady, she was going to remember the taste forever even after she got her body back.

"We should leave the both of you to talk" Cherry's Dad said, pulling himself up from the chair.

He glanced at his wife and Carol and the both of them followed after him.

"Have a nice time with your woman" Lucas patted Damien's shoulder and walked away leaving just Lucienne, Damien, Diana and Derek.

Lucienne's eyes trailed after him, her face contorted into disgust and anger towards him.

"What's your name?" Damien asked, barely looking at her.

"Lucie...." She quickly bit her lips hard to stop herself.

"Lucie?" Damien asked.

"No, not at all. My name is Cherry" She replied him hurriedly.

Damien looked at her, narrowing his eyes at her before shrugging it off.

"Cherry... Does not sound so nice" He mumbled a response.

"Ugh?" 

Lucienne felt hatred suddenly surging for the man sitting opposite of her.

Both brothers were jerks.

"I said your name does not sound nice" He repeated his words.

"That is... That is not nice to say" Lucienne mumbled a response.

"I am pretty blunt, I hope you learn to adapt to me being blunt" he replied her.

"Let's take a walk, show me around this place" Damien requested.

Lucienne wondered how she was supposed to show him around a place that she herself did not know.

"Oh, okay" she mumbled a response.

Damien got off the chair and began to walk away, Lucienne stood up and followed after him.

"You both should stay back" Damien said to Derek and Diana.

"Gosh no" Lucienne muttered underneath her breath.

Without the help of Diana, she hoped she would not be ruining things.

It was so hard to live in the body of someone else, especially someone you know nothing about.

"You are supposed to show me around, why are you walking behind me?" Damien asked.

"Oh, that's right" she moved in front of him and led him out of the mansion.

Luckily she found the garden.

"Here is the garden, I have had lot of memories here. My childhood here was...."

"Your childhood, you say? Didn't your family move into this home two years ago?" Damien asked and her jaw slightly dropped.

"I... I was just saying, two... Two years ago to me is like childhood" she stuttered out the most silly response.

Damien almost rolled his eyes, he felt that it was enough that he had to get married to someone he barely knew but the lady being a dummy who could hardly speak without stuttering was really disappointing to him.

"You... You should tell me your name too" Lucienne requested.

"Is there any young lady in this city who does not know my name?" 

Proud!

Lucienne quickly concluded and noted.

"I... I just want to hear you say it" She gave a faltering response.

"Damien, Damien Winston."

"I am not here to get involved with any romantic talks with you or even try knowing you because honestly, I do not even want to know you..." Damien started.

"We are getting married now to fulfil the wishes of our parents and to strengthen our companies, we will be husband and wife but we will not be couples, do you understand that?" He asked her.

"I do understand" 

"Finally said a sentence without stuttering" He mumbled.

"We'd be getting married in three days, I would get everything prepared, you only have to be ready. Once you move into my home, I would hand over to you the rules you would need to be following for peaceful living and I really do hope that you'd abide by the rules" he added.

"Is there... What will happen if I break a rule?" She asked and he moved closer to her.

Lucienne's stomach tightened and she moved three steps backwards quickly. This man was hot and she did not want his charm to get to her.

"You will find out when you break the rule" He replied her and leaned back.

Damien's phone rang in his pockets and he reached out for the phone.

He looked away and picked the call.

Lucienne let out a breath of relief when he looked away.

The more she stayed in this body, the more she wanted to get out of it to a body she understood more, her own body.

Damien glanced over at her and then picked the call.

"Hello"

"Hello, Mr. Winston"

"The lady you brought, she has slipped into a comatose state"

"Coma?"

"Yes, Mr. Winston but I am positive she would be fine though I think it would take some time"

"How much time?"

"I can not tell but at least three months, Mr. Winston"