Married To The Devil

Chapter Three

             D e v i l ' s  C o n f e s s i o n

 

            Staring outside the private jet’s window, I wondered how things would be right now if my dad were still alive. No, I am not a daddy’s girl. I barely saw or heard much from him but still he was my father. He was a businessman, one of the few billionaires in the United States and many people looked up to be around me especially bachelors. I hated it! I didn’t want people flocking around me because of my wealth or my looks or whatever. I wanted to be loved for who I am, for the person within me and not outside. I had a couple of friends that were children of other wealthy families, but I never had a best friend, a close friend I could lean onto when I felt so frail and breakable.

            My dad was murdered when I was fifteen. I tried leaning on my mom because back then I felt so weak and desperately in need of someone, only to find that my mom needed that someone more than I did. So I turned out to be that support my mother needed. I held her up when she was about to break down and I was the wall she leaned on whenever she felt weak, all that, meanwhile I had to support myself, too. My mom tried managing Dad’s corporations once, but through her mourning it was hard enough and two years later we were broke and bankrupt.

            Once I turned eighteen my mom told me I was going to get married but not once did I imagine it to be an arranged marriage like this one. My so called future husband was outside the country back then so my mom never actually brought him up. When I turned nineteen, he was back, Damon was back. My mom told me all about this arranged marriage and I felt handcuffed. I couldn’t reject this. I couldn’t rebel. I’ve been struggling along with my mom in so many ways to keep us living and this was the one and only way I could save her and myself as well.

So I accepted! I accepted to discover that little did I know about what was supposed to be known as an arranged marriage.

            I didn’t refuse getting married to one of the Reynolds famous sons because I visualized it as an opportunity to be free from my mother and a way to help her as well. After all, I was the one who kept my mom on her feet all these years and leaving her crash right then was not in me. I thought I could be free but I had no idea I was going to be stuck with a total ass, the devil in disguise of a breathtaking creature on Earth; Damon Reynolds.

            Speaking of the devil, Damon shook my shoulder repeatedly until I looked at him. “Yes?!” I inquired and he smirked.

            “Daydreaming about me, already?” He said and I rolled my eyes at him. If only he knew that I was calling him a devil in my mind. He would probably say ‘having a nightmare’ instead of daydreaming.

            “Get over yourself, Damon!” I frowned. “What do you want?”