Chapter 1

"Come on now. One kiss won't hurt you will it?" 

"Let me go, Vinso. I told you I'm not ready for this," 

"Why the hell are you being so difficult huh? What do you think of yourself?" 

"I'm not. I'm just not ready," 

In a big luxurious room of a seven-star hotel, the conversation was going on.

A tall, sunkissed man was standing in the middle of the room, holding a beautiful woman in a tight grip.

In physics, the girl was hardly half of his. 

Her head barely reached his chin and her thin but curvy body looked like nothing in the matter of strength in front of him.

"Not ready? For the past four years, you are throwing your weight around as my girlfriend in the whole city and reaching this success yet in return when I ask for a small favour you are giving me a middle finger named 'I'm not ready?" The man yelled loudly.

The slender girl in his arms was shaken to the core by his angry voice. Her whole body was trembling in his arms yet her eyes looked straight at him without blinking.

"It was you who spread the false news that I'm your girlfriend. I never confirmed it nor do I want to take benefits from your name," the girl argued. 

Her oval-shaped face was held high, her emerald eyes were looking at him with the same fierce expressions.

No, she has never learned how to bend. She will allow herself to break completely but will never accept to stay under his thumb.

"Then what about the engagement your father promised between me and you before he died? Do you want to deny and forget that too?" Since she wasn't going to bend, he will take another route.

He knew her weakness and which point to press to keep her in check.

Mention of her father's name made the girl waver a little but the man felt as if the anger in her eyes had amplified a thousand times more.

The look in her eyes scared him and in the moment of fear, he let her go.

The girl instantly took a step back.

Seeing her calming down the man walked up to an open window to light a cigarette.

Thinking that this fight was going to end just like many of their previous ones he got relaxed.

But the girl said something unexpected that day.

"No I don't want to fulfil that promise anymore," her icy cold voice rang in the silent room.

The hand which was about to put a cigarette to his mouth stopped in midair.

For a second he thought he heard it wrong.

"What did you say?" He asked to confirm his doubts.

"I said I will never get engaged to you Vincenzo La Russo….. My father is gone.....and I'm not obligated to fulfil any promises he gave to you or your family," the girl looked at him straight in the eye and said word after word very clearly.

Her words aroused anger buried deep from previous arguments. Especially the way she called him by his full name arrogantly.

The angry man walked up to her in slow steps and the girl took a similar number of steps behind until her back hit the wall and she was instantly caught between his arms and the wall.

Vincenzo La Russo, a famous political leader of the country's leading political party which was in power at the time.

The man has it all, Money, power as well as looks. Yet he was being rejected by his most desired girl right now.

"Are you kidding me?" Vincenzo held her so tightly that she thought he might just break them.

"What is going on in little head of yours huh? Why?" he asked.

"I...." her lips fumbled to find a answer. It wasn't that she didn't know the resone but she just didn't wanted to spill the hatred deep burried in her heart just yet.

When he saw her tight lips he loosen her hand around a bit.

"See i understand if you want to show some tantrums and act spoiled. you have always done that and i don't mind. But my dear you shouldn't cross the limit. I don't want to say something like this ever again. So you understand?" he said in a soft coaxing tone. His long fingers gently soothed her hair and caressed her face.

His touch made her skin crowled.

"I am not acting spoiled. I mean it," she slapped her hand away. In next second she saw his eyes changing.

"I have given you a bit of freedom so now you have started to think you can get away from my clutches huh," he yelled angrily and in the next second, a tight slap landed on the girl's face.

Four glaring finger marks instantly appeared on her smooth face.

The girl looked at him with wide eyes.

She was shocked and so was the man who had just raised his hand to her.

"Cris, I'm sor-," 

"No, don't say a word," the girl raised her hand to stop him from saying anything.

Cristiana De Carlo, a famous actress who was ranked the best actress with worldwide fame only at the age of twenty-six years.

A woman who was admired and envied by many was continually burning with her own scars.

She pushed him away and was about to walk away when the man pulled her back.

"Not Today. You can't go away without giving me what I want," he hugged her tightly like a mad man.

"What the hell are you doing? Let me go," the girl pushed him hard but he kept his grip on her. Soon amidst all the struggle, she was pushed to the large bed.

He threw her ruthlessly on the bed and started to open the button of his shirt.

"Don't even dream of ditching me. I have asked you so many times politely but that didn't enter Your brain. So be it, I know many other ways to get what I want," he threw his shirt away and caught her leg.

No amount of struggle worked as he pulled her underneath him and tore the thin strip of her light pink dress. Exposing her peerless chest in front of him.

"Vinso…let me go. What are you doing? Please…we can talk it out," the girl begged.

She kicked, pushed and scratched him to save herself.

But the man was too powerful for her.

Another strep was gone and he was striping her layer after layer. 

"I'll make you mine today. Once it's done you won't have any complaints. You can officially let go of that 'I'm not ready' excuse," he said and pulled her dress down leaving her only in her undergarments.

"Let me go please….," She said, pushing herself towards the bedpost.

But he crawled towards her slowly, with lust and anger-filled eyes.

When there was no way to go she stopped her movements.

He grabbed her hair and lifted her head to reveal her long slender neck.

"Arghhh," he shoved her mouth between her shoulder and neck.

And then started to move down.

Bang!

"Arghhh….you bi*ch," the man held his head and looked up at her.

The blood oozed out of the back of his head which was caused by her with the help of a side lamp.

The glass lamp broke into pieces and fell on both of them.

Few pieces had even pierced into the upper layer of his head.

Thud!

Before he could understand she again hit him with the leftover rod of the lamp.

Again and again, she hit him until the man was half uncouncias.

With a deep breath, she threw away the rod and pushed his half-dead body out of bed.

She wore her torn dress somehow and left the room at lightning speed.

From the blurred vision, the man looked at the girl leaving like a scared cat.

A foolish smile appeared on his face and a dangerous look in his eyes.

He knew this woman was going to be his doom someday, but this way? He hadn't thought of this.

"Y-you can not run away from me Cris-Cristiana…never," were the last words that slipped out of his mouth before he lost his consciousness completely.