“Damian, I swear I didn't call her names,” Sophia wailed, trying to yank her wrist from Damian’s grasp. Damian’s grasp around her wrist was tight as his strong hand engulfed Sophia’s little and feeble wrist like she was a kid.“She is evil," she burst out, tears shimmering down her cheeks. Sophia was trying to yank her wrist from Damian's grasp since Damian grabbed her by the wrist curtly, pulling her along the lobby. Some of the people they came across in the hospital stared astoundedly at them while some shrugged and averted their faces, minding their business.Since she was trying to free herself from Damian's grasp, her wrist ached and she had no option but to stop struggling and follow wherever Damian was taking her, else, he was going to pull out her hand. Now they were at home. Damian halted the car, he got down furiously and slammed the car door, jolting to the side where Sophia was and he pulled the door open curtly, yanking her elbow, “Out!" He pulled Sophia down swiftly.
Sitting in the back of the Rolls Royce, Mark locked his gaze on his phone screen, different thoughts flying around his mind. “Why is she not replying to my messages? I haven't heard from her since the day I gave her the proof of all the things that Melissa, an evil wench has been doing," a voice in his head uttered. He heaved a deep sigh, “Let me call her number again," he muttered to himself. He made a few touches on the screen of his phone, worry etched on his face. Mark’s hand traveled slowly to his ear as he placed the phone at his ear. He heaved a deep sigh again, his gaze staring blankly at nothing, hoping Sophia’s contact would just connect. “The subscriber you dialed is switched off. Thank you," the mellifluous voice from his cell phone came. Mark clenched his jaw, his grasp around the phone tightened. His facial expression abruptly became aloof as he glared particularly at nothing. “That wasn't what I wanted to hear!” he growled.“Damian," he growled, bringing his hand do
In the ward Melissa was admitted, Damian sat beside her on the bed, his hand brushing Melissa's hair gently as he stared passionately at her, “Hope you feel better today?" He asked calmly. Melissa nodded silently with her lips compressed together, her gaze locked passionately with Damian, “Thank God you came on time that day or she would have killed me,” she muttered." Don't worry about that okay,” Damian bent slightly and he kissed her hair briefly, "You don't have to worry about her. Just get better and we can be home again,” he said gently. Melissa smiled sheepishly. She snuggled closer as she wrapped her hands around Damian’s body into a warm hug. Damian hugged her back, engulfing his left hand at her back, and his right hand dug into Melissa’s hair. He made her place her head on his chest as they remained in that position, Melissa smiling uncontrollably with her face hidden in Damian’s chest.After a while Damian pulled away and Melissa's brow creased with a frown as she star
The room was filled with awkward silence. Damian stood rooted in his tracks, his fists clenched by his sides, “How dare you touch my wife," he growled, clenching his jaw. He pointed a stiff finger at them but at Mark in particular, “If I had delayed any longer, I would have seen you smacking her arse.”“Damian!!!" Sophia screamed immediately when she heard Damian’s last words. “Watch your mouth," she uttered, her face tightened and her fist clenched, her whole body trembling. Her heart danced with pain and a mix of wrenching hatred for Damian. Her heart pain at each passing moment like a two-edged sharpened sword was pierced into her heart. Damian gave a sharp inhale simultaneously ruffling his hair briefly, “I should watch my mouth you say," his eyes widened and blazed with anger the most. his finger pointed back at his chest. He stared at Sophia for a moment and abruptly he found himself chuckling, "You are making me laugh,” the laughter came to an abrupt halt and immediately, h
“NOOOOOOO!!!” Sophia screamed, her mouth widened and her voice echoed in the room. Mark froze with his fist in the air. His fist was not up to an inch away from Damian’s nose bridge as he was about to hit him again. Damian shut his eyes very tight. He was just waiting for Mark’s fist to jab at his face. But when he waited and the blow never came, he opened his eyes widened. He blew a large amount of air through his mouth, his eyes pale. “I don't want any of that just because of me," Sophia muttered, chest heaved and her breath kept coming in heavy gasps, “I don't want this," she muttered again.Damian’s face abruptly tightened with pain evident in his green eyes. He stared at Mark, clutching his tummy in his hands “Common, hit me!" He struggled to say as his tummy twisted with pain from the heavy blows. Mark shook his head slowly with disgust on his face. He tilted his head just to stare at Sophia and he noticed how frightened she was as her eyes widened and her lips parted, her b
“Please Damian don't hurt me,” she muttered holding her hands placatingly. Immediately she finished saying those words, she felt her throat tighten and immediately her eyes popped out in alarm. Damian grabbed her curtly by her neck. Her hands quickly traveled and clung onto Damina’s strong hand, pulling it off her neck but to no avail. Her breath cut in her throat since Damian's grasp around her neck was very tight. She was running short of air. Damian enjoyed watching her struggle for breath as he glared at her and his lips curved in disgust. Abruptly he let go of her neck curtly and she fell on the bed on her face, a groan torn from her lips. She slowly turned on her side as she curled, her head almost touching her knees as she coughed repeatedly. She struggled to catch her breath, her hands rubbing her neck soothingly to ease the pain in her neck. She got up slowly, her brunette hair scattered at her sight as she stared at Damian blankly with her eyes welled up with tears. With
Sophia trailed out of the room in the hospital, her breath heavy and noisy under her nostrils. She placed her hand on the wall which aided her movement through the lobby since she was exhausted after Damian took her by force. “I don't know why I have anything to do with you in the first place, you vicious woman." Damian’s heart-wrenching words repeated in her head and she froze in her tracks, she bent down exhaustively with her hands supporting herself on her knees. If Damian claimed she was that vicious and she irked him why would he have to force her to get bond with him? A thousand questions kept running through her mind. She slowly supported her hand on the wall hesitantly as she took a few steps backward, leaning her back to the wall for support. She stared into the atmosphere as her mind went blank. She felt lifeless. After a moment of standing numb, Sophia was brought back to the present as she heard footsteps approaching. Her worried gaze slowly tilted in the direction she
Dr. Lucas showed up just like Melissa demanded. He stood with his hands stuck in the pockets of his lab coat, his lips lively with smiles. Melissa already thanked him for the job well done. Dr. Lucas' head swelled bigger and bigger because of the approbation he got from Melissa. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Melissa stared at him with her face sterned, “What did Damian say after you told him?" She condescended. Dr. Lucas heaved a deep sigh, cringing his head, silence taking over the atmosphere as he searched within himself to come up with an answer. After a moment of contemplating, he raised his head abruptly, “I couldn't reach him. His—”"He told me he fell from the stairs and his phone was broken,” Melissa added her two cents immediately cutting the doctor off from what he was saying. Dr. Lucas stood speechless, staring at Melissa as she spoke. “One more thing, Ms. Melissa," Dr. Lucas said calmly, motioning his finger as he spoke which brought Melissa's tightened face to him.