MAFIA BOSS CANARY.

CHAPTER 6: Marriage made of chains

Winter arrived early that year the first snow fell over Hollowridge Manor, covering the gardens in white Rosalie stood by her bedroom window watching it fall snow had always comforted her now it only reminded her of freedom, A knock sounded before she could answer, a maid entered looking nervous.

“Mr. Voss wants to see you.”Rosalie sighed, what now? Ten minutes later she entered Damien’s office he stood near the fireplace, A glass of whiskey rested in his hand something felt different.

“What now?” Rosalie asked.

“Sit.”

“No.”His jaw tightened, She almost smiled.

Finally Damien set his glass down.“I’ll make this simple.”

Rosalie immediately disliked the sound of that.

“Simple usually means terrible.”She said looking at Damien, but she was surprised to see a look of nervousness on his face, but it vanished without a trace like it had never being there although he still kept staring at her which made her uncomfortable.

Rosalie crossed her arms.“what" Damien stared at her for several seconds then spoke.

“We’re getting married.” Silence.

Rosalie blinked once, Twice, three times, surely she’d heard wrong.

"What?”

“We’re getting married.”

"What do you mean?."

"We are getting married "Rosalie laughed, A sharp, disbelieving sound.

“You’ve completely lost your mind.”Damien remained calm, Infuriatingly calm.

“The marriage protects several business agreements.”

“I don’t care"

Damien expression hardened.

“I wasn’t asking.”

The room fell silent, Rosalie felt her chest tighten not from fear, from heartbreak because for months she had convinced herself there might be some humanity buried inside him, Moments of kindness, moments of restraint, moments that suggested he wasn’t entirely heartless, But this? Forcing her to marry him, which does that?

"you don't own me."

"I own you Rosalie, don't forget so easily." He said grabbing her chin, Rosalie held back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes, he was right, what can she do, where will she get 4 million crowns to buy her freedom.

The wedding took place two weeks later no guests, no celebration, no happiness. Just signatures, vows neither wanted. A marriage built on coercion, Rosalie wore a beautiful white dress she hated it, Damien wore black He looked every bit the powerful king of Blackthorne, When it ended, applause never came Only silence, Rosalie walked away before anyone could stop her.

Behind her, Damien watched, something about the sight of her leaving hurt more than he expected, he didn't want to be impulsive but he had to his grand father wouldn't let him be, he had set countless blind dates for him for the past two months its being giving him headaches, the old man wouldn't let me be threatening to stop treatment if he isnt married in two weeks,he had to lie that he was already married but the old man got super excited and wanted to meet his alleged wife he promised he'll bring her soon, he couldn't forge a marriage certificate the old man was too smart, he know he was being selfish he'll talk to her about it but he had to do this first.