Chapter 2: Be-Loathed Slave

"What kind of marriage is this? Are you all deaf!" Valerie yelled at top of her voice at the congregations, They were all so mute and expressionless, Just like some paid actors.

If they were deaf at least they'd see and react to her expression,

"How could you all act like this is normal? I don't know him and you can't just marry me off like some slave! He just called me a be-loathed slave!"

Valerie kept yelling at top of her voice, but it was all regarded as rants, and she became so helpless and tired.

"Now The groom, You shall kiss your bride!" The bishop said and Valerie's brows squinted in shock, How could she kiss someone she doesn't know?

Someone she haven't even approved to marry, she was more than puzzled, The guards were all in suits parading with heavy guns.

That alone made her paranoid to the spot and the menacing aura was holding her in a tightening grip, She has just gotten married under duress to a man who vowed to make her life miserable right in front n of everyone, and they kept mute like it was normal,

Even the righteous priest of the church put a neutral expression and didn't budge a bit to stop the threat, it all made Valerie's nerves tamed with fear.

For someone to tame a mass congregation like this, he's not just a mafia lord, but an influential and powerful billionaire mafia lord.

His glare was goring right into her soul, and that alone made her sweaty and shaky, as he abruptly grasped her tiny waist towards himself violently and resentfully.

He was so tall that she was looking at his chilling grimace from below, her heart was thudding like the chariot wheel driving speedily on a toll of war.

What's he going to do? Before she could process her next step, abruptly and precipitously, He ventured his soft lips on hers.

Valerie's heart thuds so fast, In her stomach danced thousands of butterflies, A foreign feeling she has never felt, It was sweet, but best described as bittersweet considering the current situation.

She shut her eyes tightly and did not even catch a glimpse of his face, so instantaneous and crucial was his tongue.

Plunged like some writhing sea shape into her gaping maw, it all but overpowered her senses as it sought some unreachable terminus near her uvula; it twitched, it pulsated, and made contortive sweeps of her mouth’s vault; his lips so soft and domineering, her heart races simultaneously and she almost lost her breath.

It was such a violent kiss, and the first kiss of her life, she was struck with autism, dumbfounded and confused.

"What I've joined today, Only death shall put asunder!" The priest said and the organ began playing loudly and she was taken away from the reception by the two maids.

She was locked inside the limousine and driven back to storm's mansion far away from the bustling city.

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Lord Storm was filled with resentment, He had to marry Valerie officially, After all, she was a noble lady, The daughter of the prominent late billionaire tycoon who made his life melancholic and sad.

He killed his parents and little sister, took over his father's property, and enslaved him, he nurtured him into a monster, thinking he was taming him into a monstrous puppet.

The monster he could use to do his dirty works, the monster he could use to assassinate other billionaire business tycoons and take over their wealth, Forgetting he had grown resentful and nurtured to a big monster, Not a puppet as he thought but a resentful monster.

The one that wants to shred him from limb to limb, The one that wants him to pay in spades, Lord Storm ran away ten years ago from his captivity and came back ten years later to meet him dead.

It was such an easy death, Death from indigestion.

Lord Storm was irked, He hated that he had to die such an easy death, He hated the fact he wasn't alive so he could inflict in him sorrowful pains.

He thirsts for revenge, in spades, until he realized he left an offspring, The one he hides away from the public, The one he grows Insecure of and thinks her life would be endangered someday.

Valerie Barton, The one Lord Storm would make pay for her father's grievous sins, The daughter of Barton that scarred him into a resentful and powerful monster.

Lord Storm came down from the altar and his servant handed a briefcase filled with millions of dollars to the bishop priest, The priest was aghast.

He was under duress to conduct the wedding and now he's compensated?

Lord Storm's gait was intimidating as he walked through the church passage and was followed by 20 armed guards in hipster shades, he walked in a predatory and prowling way, Even a blind person would be intimidated to make way for him.

Lord Storm was driven to his mansion, the guard didn't spend a second opening the door for him, He came down elegantly and scowled in triumph.

Finally, he'd make her pay in infinite.

"Where have you taken her to?" Lord Storm asked his maid.

"To the cold cell, Starve her till I call for her!"

Lord storm said.

"As you please my lord!"

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"He kissed that wench? How dare her!" Laila roared angrily In her room, As she clutched angrily on her bedsheet.

Laila was so irked to hate, she hasn't seen Valerie yet but she felt like strangling her to death, She hated the fact that she came into the picture this time she was expecting Lord Storm's marriage proposal.

He came in and he got married to her so suddenly.

"My lady you shouldn't be so pissed yet, Enquire about this from Lord Storm first!" Her servant insinuated,

"Her father killed lord Storm's parent, Yet he's still keeping her alive? And even hot married to her!!" Laila yelled angrily and broke expensive objects in her room.

"Poison her food, she shouldn't wake up the next day!" Laila ordered curtly.