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CHAPTER 10.

Dianna's P.O.V

I hate him.

I hate him.

I hate him.

This mantra was restlessly chanted in my mind. Only if I could shout at his face. It was early morning and I was waking up by Phoebe. She informed me, I need to hurry. Not giving me a brief explanation I was thrown into the bathroom along with a heavy dress. It was so heavy and weighty that my body started to get numb with the weight but it hits me hard when I guessed what it was. My palms touched the embroidery of the gown.

" We're going to marry tomorrow. " His words rang into my ears. I almost drop to my knees, due to sudden shock or the gown I don't know. I shook my head in no, it can't happen. This man can never be my husband. I can't marry this person who almost rape me last night.

Phoebe and two women forcefully made me sit on the stool and did something to my face. Allah knows what they were even doing, makeup was something I never like. I was gritting my teeth in helplessness and rage.

It has been hours but they didn't leave my poor soul alone. I was continuously shouting at them to leave me, or help me to run away but my pleading went deaf to their ears.

" Let me go. Please. " I cried even though the beautician had warned me twice to not ruin the makeup. As if I care.

" Miss. Dianna. Keep quiet. Guests are hearing you downstairs. Don't make a scene. Mr. Adnan won't take it easy. " Phoebe said, utterly calm but still there was a warning in her tone.

" He's forcing me. I won't marry him. He's a psycho. Let me..." My shouting drop back into my throat when the door made a burst sound. I jump back on the stool, with a sudden.

" Out. " A voice echoed into the room, it sounded monotone and calm but I wasn't a fool to not notice the burning gaze on me. I felt like lots of ants were crawling on my body.

" Mr. Adnan..." Phoebe is cut off by him.

" GET OUT. " I cried even hard, his rage full voice dropping into my blood and chills running down my body. I heard footsteps made sound in the silent room and then they faded with the door's closing sound. My breaths hitch in my throat.

" You love to make fun of me. Huh? Do you know what people are doing after hearing your shouts? " I heard him coming closer and I backed off quickly but the mirror hit my back and after that, I had nowhere to go or run or hide.

" They are laughing. " He was close to me, I could feel his breaths hitting my face. " At me. You make fun of the famous artist. Adnan. " I wish I could hide in the mirror but only I could clutch the edge of the mirror when he came even closer.

" If you won't shut your mouth then I swear to my obsession over you. " My jaw was clutched by him and he brutally squeeze my mouth. " I'll drag you downstairs and fuck you in front of everyone. " A horrible gasp left my dry throat and my sobs sink back into my throat in shock and horror. My eyes diverted here and there as I was even scared to raise my chin.

" See how nice and beautiful you're looking with your quiet mouth of yours. Be like this when you come down. " I was so shocked by his threat I didn't even notice when his hand crawled on my back and slide his hand on my hips. My senses came when he squeezed me.

" Don't...You can't touch me. " I heard his amused chuckle.

" You won't be able to stop me tonight. " With that, he squeezes me even harder. Tears fell from my eyes and I lowered my head in shame. " No tears. My doll. Not today, I don't want you to look like a mess. There are guests downstairs and if by any chance you did something to disgrace me in front of them. " My throat grab by him when he pressures onto it. I squirmed for the air but stiffed hearing him. " I'll bury you six feet under the ground along with your whole fucking family. In one grave. "