All Chapters of Married to my master : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"His what?" I exclaimed, drawing the attention of the men around me. All of their faces losing the smile. My papa glanced my way, his eyes burning with anger enough to strangle me. But he wasn't the one who spoke. No, for the voice that rang out in the room was more terrifying than my fathers voice. Or maybe what it said is what terrified me more. It was very deep and smooth like velvet. He took his time to talk, and his words were those of a man who knew his power." Sign the paperwork and will be gone", he didn't argue, no. Just simply stated what he wanted and expected the rest to follow through with what he wanted. I hadn't seen his face yet, so I wasn't in a hurry too sign anything. Why did he hide his face anyway? Did he have so many scars on it that he wasn't proud of how he looked anymore? What ever his reasons, I wasn't going to sign any damn contract and marry myself to a total stranger."No", I said, feigning braveness which I sure didn't possess. The men gasped, which was

After he completely disappeared I got out of his stupid limo and slammed the door shut. The skin around my neck felt hot and I was very certain a bruise was forming there. Fucking bastard with a huge head. I hate his guts! His an ass hole without the butt cheeks to seat on. His .......his waiting by the door? I froze on the last stair and stared at the masked man waiting by the door. He looked bored standing their. His long legs shoulder length apart and his broad shoulders hunched over slightly as his left hand rested in his pocket and his right hand held a cell phone in it. Maybe his just picking up a phone call and he didn't want anyone to hear? That's stupid, he'd just shu them away and they'd scramble like ants. His house though was very beautiful and bright. Or maybe it's a hotel ? Oh well asking him will just leave me half dead so I..... on second thought I will. Putting on a smug smile I walked up the last stair and cat walked down the pathway to the huge building. On second t

When we arrived at my parents house, nothing of a sort seemed like the house had even been attacked. I expected the worse case scenario but upon getting here I was relieved to see that the house was still standing. I opened the car door and got out taking everything in. The garden at the far side of the driveway was still breathtakingly beautiful, the driveway looked clean and the door to my dad's house was intact. I walked slowly up the front steps looking for any signs of an attack but nothing was to be found. Huh? Did that son of a motherfucker lie to me just to spoil my mood? No my mood was already spoiled from the minute I woke up...so I don't see any reason why he'd lie. Anyway. As I was about to open the door, Angels hand beat me to it. "My lady", he said, motioning me forward. "Oh, why thank you kind sir", I responded in my fake British accent. "Wow, love your accent", he said and I smiled. Stepping in I continued our conversation. I recall that earlier we didn't exchange

I ran out of the house, past the kitchen and straight to the garage. I couldn't stay here any longer. Vaguely I heard my mother call out to me but I paid her no heed. I still had my beat up old Honda so I was going to make it useful and get the fuck out of here. When I got to the underground garage, I walked past all the expensive cars and stopped at the driver seat door of my Honda. Above me was the kitchen and this use to be the basement but was changed a few years back. I could hear a muffled argument going on above me. It sounded like my dad was reprimanding someone and it was definitely Diablo, from the way the other person was replying with no respect. Quickly I got into my car and sped out of the garage and soon enough I was on the road. I know there going to come after me, but I needed this time to think. Memories of everything he did to my body flashed in my mind and my tummy tightened in anticipation. I had moaned so loudly despite my efforts not to. My assumptions about him

At a red light, I hopped out the back of the truck and this time it didn't go past the owner. He looked so shocked that he stuck his head out from the drivers seat window to look at me. I crossed the road and started walking down the side walk, ignoring him and everyone else. I had to think of a way to make it through the night and get out of this country. I can't go back home and I certainly can't stay in this country with that bastard roaming around here like Dracula. Fuck! Did I even have my phone? Quickly I checked my pockets and found my Android phone which won't probably do anything because the screen is cracked and no matter how hard I tried to switch it on it wouldn't . Gosh, just great. Checking my pockets for anything else I found a couple of hundreds and sighed. Counting them, I found that it was six hundred euros, a few twenties and one coin. Okay, at least I wasn't as broke as I thought I was without my phone. I shoved the money back into the back pockets of my jeans jus