Chapter 1 Warning...!

Author's point of view...

"Bitch...What the hell did I tell you and what did you do??"

The moment I swiped my screen to lift the call, his screeching sound echoed in my ears. I closed my eyes, a way of my own to let me calm down.

I can't be pissed off...! To talk to a scumbag like him, I need a lot of patience.

Anyhow, to be honest, no matter how many times I tried to teach myself, I still can't help but grit my teeth. This man is sick.

"Young master..." I said respectfully after gulping down the disgust for him, forcing whatever patience was left in me, but I was instantly interrupted.

"Shut that heck up... There's no need to suck up to me. I know you very well." he barked and I clenched my skirt. His words are sharper than a knife.

"Slut...I am very well aware of what you are and I warn you to stop bringing that bitchiness of yours to me..."

I gasped, my eyes pooled up but I didn't want to shed those tears for him. Taking a few breaths, I gripped myself.

"Listen to me, Young Master..." I started, trying to explain to him, but no, that moron wouldn't listen to me at all.

"You listen to me first, bitch...!" he barked and I clenched the phone. I know what will come next.

"I don't know what you will do, just disappear from the world or just go die somewhere, I don't care...but remember one thing bitch...I don't want to see you on that day...Did you hear that...! If you still dare show up..." he paused and I quivered internally.

What!! Will he kill me? His bride!!

I gasped, fighting back the urge to shout at that shameless man.

Why can't he just understand that I am not dying to marry him...!

Why can't he just go to his father to cancel this arrangement??

"What?? Will you kill me?" I smacked back but instantly regretted it.

He was indeed capable of doing even that. After all, this man is my fiance, and despite his reluctance, we are engaged and unfortunately, will be married in a week. And I don't know what he would do to me once I am at his mercy.

There was silence on the other end, which I didn't expect. I continued, again fetching the minimum respectful words for him,

"Young master Logan...if you really want to cancel our engagement, you can just go talk to your father..." I said through my gritted teeth. I know he can't do this, and as usual, I was interrupted again.

"Shut the heck up, you whore..." he barked again, and I literally wanted to smash that phone on his handsome face, if possible, but I know...I couldn't.

"Do you think I don't know what you are up to? I know what kind of slut you are..."

I felt that my ears would start bleeding if I heard his crab even for a second more.

Do hell with his status. Do hell with respect...!

"Mr. Logan Davis...I have had enough of your nonsense...If you want to say anything just get your ass back to Newyork and talk to your father...." I yelled back, above my lungs.

I feel like crying whenever I imagine living with a man with such a venomous tongue.

"Bitch...don't you dare talk to me like that ever again, or you'll regret being alive..." he said furiously; I could hear his teeth gritting.

I pursed my lips.

Was I rude?

Yes, of course I was.

But was he being reasonable to begin with?

I mean, who the hell talks to his fiance in that tone? He starts his words using the word bitch and ends with some other curse. How could I be respectful to a jerk like him who had been threatening to kill me?

"Now listen to me carefully..." He smacked me out of my daze, "Don't you dare show up on the wedding day next week, or I will make sure to be single again within just a month after this marriage...and trust me that won't be something that you can even imagine..." he spat a warning, and I knew what he meant. "You know what I mean, don't you?" he sneered and I felt a chill run down my spine.

He hung up the call after that without even listening to me.

I slumped on the floor, my phone fell beside me.

That man won't bat an eyelid before killing me and I know it. I know very well that he would.

How could my life be so miserable?

What did I do wrong to deserve this...!

I joined Davis Group as the secretary to the CEO just for the elegant salary they offered, but I never thought that my efficiency at work would lead me to this disaster.

God...! Shouldn't goodness rewarded with something better? Why is my life turned upside down instead?

I was unfortunate enough to be chosen by the chairman as his daughter-in-law. I saved that old man once and he liked me so much that he wanted me in his family.

Doesn't it sound like a Cinderella story?

But in reality, it isn't.

Though that old man, Johnathan Davis, is a very good person, his second son, Logan Davis, is a scumbag, a Playboy, and a ruthless monster. He is far worse than my cold ex-boss, the eldest son of the Davis family, Mr. Nathan Davis, the CEO of the company.

Though Mr. Nathan is arrogant, I never heard him use abrupt language to address anyone, unlike his brother, that scumbag, Logan, who never treats anyone with respect.

It had been a month since the chairman had announced this engagement, and that scumbag didn't even come to visit his father after this, let alone visit me.

We never met. I never saw that man in person except for some of his pictures that the company magazine had. And I am sure that he never saw me either, not even my pictures. I heard that he lives abroad and seldom returns.

I understand that it was a forced marriage for both of us, but at least he could act like a human being instead of a jerk.

However, no, he won't! At first, I tried so much to be humble and talk things out with him but no...!

There's no way to talk to a jerk like him.

From the moment the matter of this wedding was settled, he had been persistently calling me just to threaten me, warn me, insult me, day and night. I guess I have become his only phone friend nowadays.

I don't even know if that scumbag could talk normally. All I heard from him was his curses and his bull shit...!

At that moment, I wanted to talk to someone. I desperately wanted someone who could comfort me. I fetched my phone and scrolled down the screen only to find the familiar number again. Anna. I need her. But as usual, I couldn't reach her. She had been on a world tour with her boyfriend, and so her phone was unreachable. It had been a month, and I missed her so much that I cried listening to the busy tone accompanying me.

Taking a few deep breaths, I wiped off the tears and got up. Walking towards Dad's room to try my worst luck again. How I wish I could just cancel this wedding and pursue my dreams. How I wish I could just run away from this damn ordeal...!

Just get away from that marriage, that family, and that so-called Fortune...!

I knocked desperately for the umpteenth time, but there wasn't any response from him.

As I pushed the door, it wasn't locked so I entered straight only to see him enjoying himself, listening to his favorite loud music using the headset.

What a dear loving father...!

I stared at the figure sitting on his desk, staring at his computer screen excitedly, without even the slightest care for the torture I had been through. He looked up at me and sighed. All his excitement vanished into thin air.

"What the hell are you doing here, Ericka?"

I felt a lump forming in my throat. I had to speak to him.

"Dad..." I began, almost choking on my own words.

"If it's about canceling the wedding, you can save your breath..." he groaned in displeasure.

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