Heart of Pains

Chapter Four

Hannah's POV

Finally, it's the day I was dreading. The day I wished would never come. I know that it should be a day to cherish, a day I will never forget, and maybe it will be, but for all the wrong reasons. Today, I am marrying a complete stranger. Everything was set, thank God, it was more like a family wedding with enough paparazzi.

When I was done getting dressed and prepped, I showed my grandma. Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she approached me eagerly.

"Oh my God, honey. You look gorgeous," she gushed.

It was the truth. My long white wedding gown was stunning; it had a long, thin train that trailed several feet behind me, and the dress was made from gossamer fabric. It was strapless with a sleek mermaid style that hugged my figure like a second skin, and the skirt flowed to the floor gracefully. My white heels peeked out as I walked.

I looked and saw my grandpa waiting for me in front of the walkway that led to the altar. Since my dad is deceased, he had the honor of walking me down the aisle. I was so grateful for that. He and my grandma are the reasons I live in this world. His blue eyes beamed at me when he saw me, and I wrapped my arm around his as we began to walk.

"Oh, Dad, I'm so nervous about this!" I exclaimed, biting my lip nervously. He squeezed my arm gently.

"Cupcake, everything is going to be alright. Damien will take care of you. Have faith and hope," he said. That was what I needed.

We walked down the aisle together and when we reached the end, he handed me over to my supposed husband and whispered something in his ear. I think it was a threat, but I didn't care. I was too focused on getting this over with.

He then came over to kiss me on the cheek before walking down the steps to sit beside my grandma in the front row. I shared a quick smile with them before the ceremony started.

The whole ceremony went by quickly. I said my vows in a blur, but the priest woke me up with the final statement.

"You may now kiss the bride."

I looked up to see the hottest man about to kiss me, his caramel eyes looking into mine, and it felt like his gaze was drawing me in. With his pink, kissable lips and chiseled jawline, I took in every detail of his face. Oh, damn, this motherfucker is hot.

He brought my lips to his in a light kiss. His lips smelled like peppermint, and he broke away from me before we turned around and saw the crowd cheering. I noticed he was huge in those trousers, and damn, those lips of his tasted good. This may be good after all.

After everything, I was so exhausted that I almost fell asleep while standing. I could not wait to hit my bed, but the night already had plans for me. I received a message from my dear husband telling me he had a significant deal to strike, which meant the dude was off to work on his wedding day. I entered the car and went to his house; the security let me in.

Damn, his entire place was so beautiful. It had an elegant fountain in the middle of the compound, and the penthouse was built from glass. I don't know what I'm saying, but I can sum this house up in one word, and that word is exquisite or maybe beautiful.

But when I reached the front door, I discovered that the door had a fucking code, and he didn't even care to drop off a set of keys for me. And he had sent all his maids home, so there was no one there to let me in.

WTF.

I. Hannah Spike-Sebastian was stuck outside her husband's house in her wedding dress and unable to return to her home or her grandparents' home.

Thank God my car was brought back to his compound. I had some clothes in my car, so I went and opened the trunk. After rummaging through the clothes, I took out a pair of grey joggers with a matching grey hoodie, removed the dress—well, more like tore through it—put on the joggers and hoodie, and tied my hair up into a bun.

When I was comfortable, I got into my car and let sleep take me and help me through my pain. However, my nap was cut short by the loud, booming sound of thunder. I tried to forget it, but the lightning kept making me cringe. I knew I was going to have a panic attack, but I tried to ignore it.

But all hell broke loose when I heard more thunder. I grimaced, trying not to remember the night I lost the most valuable thing, but Damien chose to grace me with his presence. I sighed in relief as I rushed into his house. Moments later, when I was safe from the thunder, I decided to turn my attention to the rude motherfucker that was in front of me. Ugh, this asshole can't even say sorry.

"Aren't you going to explain why you left me outside on our wedding night?" I asked. Ignoring my question, Damien led me through the mansion, pointing to two doors.

"This is your room, and make sure not to go to the room opposite yours. That's mine. Now, you must fix your meals and don't worry about me. Always stick to your space, and I'll keep to mine. My business life is mine. I don't need a spoiled brat poking her nose into my business."

I glared at him angrily. I was so ready to punch this rude ass man for leaving me at the altar with no keys to rest at the house.

"I had to stay in my car since I couldn't get in the house, but when you finally get your ass back here, you can't even fucking apologize to me, and the next thing I know, you open that infected trash of yours and bombard me with rules. Do you think I'm interested in that shit? No, I am not, and if you don't fucking apologize this minute, I'm going to kick you where the sun doesn't shine. So you better not fuck with me right now," I said, scowling.

Is he drunk, and has he not heard of me?

He glared at me in reply.

"I've never apologized to anyone, so why should I apologize to you, a gold-digging hoe? Speaking of, I forgot to give you this, so take it, buy New York City, and stop disturbing my peace. I'm already tired of all the shit I had to go through today," he replied, handing me a gold card mockingly.

I fumed at him. I'm going to kill him right now; I can't believe he called me a gold-digging hoe.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," I snarled, kicking him where the sun doesn't shine. Let me rephrase that, I kicked his dick, and he fell to the floor hissing and cursing, but I didn't give a shit.

"I don't need your gold card because I also make money. I'm not a slut because I have never been fucked by you, Mr. Sebastian. I don't need your money to live or dress up. You need to be careful with me; I can be a bitch. Anyway, your dinner will be downstairs, so you had better hurry up because I'm starving. If not, I'll come back here and kick your fucking dick and make sure you sleep outside. So you better behave and don't mess with me," I said, leaving him groaning on the floor.

He thinks he can hurt, possess, and control me like all those girls I've read about in books. At least when the devil finally leaves, they come apologizing and give the girls happily ever after. However, this isn't a movie or a novel. My life is a reality, and he better man up and face it because Hannah Spike doesn't bow to any man's will but her own because this is my life, and I control it.

I already have a load of pain, and I don't need another one to add to it. Pushing my thoughts aside, I checked the fridge and found chicken soup that was already prepared. I heated it and put it in two bowls before placing it on the table and sitting down to eat my food. If that son of a bitch doesn't join me for this meal, he should get ready to sleep outside.

I continued slurping on the soup before I heard loud, heavy footsteps approaching. I smiled triumphantly to myself. I knew he was going to join me!

Hi Lovelies, how have you been? Chapter Four is out! What do you think is going to happen next? Share your thoughts!