Cause You are Mine

Wedding

Damien's POV

It was my wedding day. The one I pledged my loyalty to the woman I knew for a short time as my informer. She was dancing with his brother who was my rival from the start and they were having the time of their lives. I laughed inwardly knowing that this won't last long.

Natalie was a beautiful woman with long legs and blonde hair. Her breasts were small in comparison to Emily's which were fulling my palms satisfactorily. Her eyes were green but cold even when she smiled, it never reached her eyes. It might have been a consequence of growing up around a Russian mob. I didn't really care. All I think of was that, the woman dancing in her bride gown to be my key to my next conquer. And Emily. As I stared at the dancing couple visions of Emily were emerging out of nowhere. She, in a white gown her brown hair falling in curves to her waist, smiling genuinely, the light of her smile reaching up to her blues eyes brightening them with sparks. I was losing my mind and control of my severity. She was still asleep at that hospital while I was celebrating my marriage with that woman.

The feeling that I had was torturing me. It was seducing me with mortification. That girl was never supposed to be in that condition, she was supposed to have a simple life but thanks to me she was suffering a brain damage and the possibility that she could never survive was enough to send me to the edge of insanity but I still held on my composure, grinning widely to my approaching bride and his son of a b*th brother.

I held her hand up and kissed it while looking at her cold green eyes. "Let's dance" I announced never really meaning with my heart but still acted on.

When she was in my arms I closed my eyes and the vision came back. Her smile spreading all to her face lightning her adorable eyes, her pink lips curving upwards ready to be savored.

I pulled Natalie in my arms and buried my nose in the crook of her neck desperate to smell the only scent I was yearning for. Emily's. However the strong aroma of her perfume hit my nose. I pulled away unwittingly causing a furrow on her eyebrows. I smiled and swirled her around for a couple of times to get rid of the suspicion caused by my sudden action.

When the song was over I retrieved to my place and left her with her relatives.

I shot couple of drinks to calm myself.

My right hand man Sal was doing the same thing, beclouding himself within my misery.

I turned and gazed at him. He straightened himself and began to slur, blaming the shots he had  I gave him my full attention and listened to him.

"If I were you, I would never ever marry that slut to defeat Russians, instead I would marry the one I love most, the one I find peace and tranquility. The war between the families never ends but the love you hold in your hands slips away so quickly that you never succeed to secure it there. I am sorry for you man. Frankly. I only feel sorry for you. I wish I could have done something to prevent this masquerade. " He shot another drink after his words.

I shoved him off with rage.

"You are not me!" I huffed.

He laughed at my face. "I am glad that I am not"

That night I never found peace in anything. Even fucking the Russian slut didn't ease my annoyance.

It had been 4 f*cking weeks since she was sleeping. I never revisit her after I left the hospital that dreadful morning. I missed her like crazy. The idea of her giving up on her life and never coming back to me only infuriated me to the maximum to destroy everything on my way.

Natalie was one of them always crossing me, demanding things and asking for interest. Whenever I pushed her away she became more bitchy than ever. The maids hated her. I could see that in their eyes. I knew that they were comparing her to my dollface and she was winning the competitions yet she was not here to celebrate. Even the maid she used to call "witch" was whining about my baby's whereabouts. They were all informed that Emily was living in one of my brothels at the moment and they were all frustrated about it eventhough while she was here in the mansion they treated her as sh*t. Go figure what was Natalie like to them.

Once we were back from our honey/torture moon Natalie embraced all house issues by heart leaving me with my sanity for a while but then everything started to change dramatically. Her relatives filled the house unannounced, staying over and using all the futility in the house. I was exhausted from this commotions. I missed my days laying on my dollface's stomach silently.
And I needed peace to put my mind in business, that was to plan the death of Nicolia Sibinisgsky.

I was heading to my office to find a kind of serenity when my phone went off. I looked at the number to see Doctor's name on the screen. I answered immediately.

"Mr. Carneglia, I call to inform you that our patient has finally opened her eyes."

"Huh?" I was shocked by his words but I composed myself soon.

"I am coming over" I ended the call as I scurried to the door.

I stopped by Natalie's shrieking voice.

"Damien where are you going?"

I didn't have second to spend on that woman  so I ignored her question and headed out to my car and sped off to the hospital to finally see my angel's eyes open.

When I reached her room I opened the door loudly only to cause the nurse and the doctor flinch. I ignored them and approached my angel in the bed. She looked fragile and weak but still beautiful.

I slowly caressed her face. She turned her face to me and looked in to my eyes curiously.

And then she asked the question wrecked my world in that instant.

"Who are you?"