The Don's Bride

CHAPTER 3

Emily's POV

I fastened the zipper of my black hoodie as I casted a glance at the luggages in front of me. I sighed heavily and paused to run a hand through my hair in frustration. Was i making the right choice here? I was going to pass the night at my boyfriend's place but I was definetly not going to live Dave forever.

I needed a plan, I had enough money that would last me for a while but I also had a feeling that if I ended up successfully escaping, dad would still figure out a way to find me, his influence could make him achieve literally anything he set his mind to.

There was no going back though. I had to do this and it was either now or never. Without wasting anymore time, I dragged my luggages out of my room and made my way into the dark hallways. Of course, guards were always lurking the premises of the mansion, 2-4-7.

I needed to find a distraction, something that would get them away from the gate. I screamed loudly in distress, very loud enough for the guards to have heard me. I heard their footsteps rush towards my direction. I took it as a hint to hastily make my way towards the gate.

I maneuvered my way out of the gate and once I was sure there was no one trailing me, I released a heavy sigh of relief and glanced at my phone screen. The time was 8:50pm. The De Luca family would arrive at our mansion a few minutes from now.

Thankfully they would not find me. I stood by the bustop, trying to board a cab when all of a sudden, I felt someone's hands cover my face. I screamed in fear and struggled to pull away from the person's grip but it was too tight and strong.

I tried to scream for help but all I made was muffled noises. Suddenly, I felt something hard collide with my head. My eyesight became blurry and I felt drowsy. The noises around me became faint. The last thing I heard was a familiar deep voice yelling "Do not hurt her."

That was it before I succumbed to the darkness.

I slowly fluttered my eyes open, accompanied by a pounding headache. I winced at the throbbing pain and gritted my teeth in agony. My eye sight was slightly blur but I also could not recognize the unfamiliar painting of a naked woman hanging carelessly on the wall.

My memories slowly began to resurface. I had tried to escape but someone caught up with me. I jerked off the king-sized bed, my eyes roamed the large bedroom searching for my luggages. Had my father caught up with me? I shook my head in disagreement. This was not our home, this place was unfamiliar.

All of a sudden, the familiar deep voice replayed in my head. "Do not hurt her!"

Dante. The door suddenly opened wide revealing the king himself, Dante stood by the door, his arms were crossed, he was shirtless and he had a small white towel hanging on his neck. As much as tried to ignore his muscular build, I could not help but admire his large chests and obvious muscles.

I gulped a lump down my throat as I slowly watched him approach me. "Was escaping the only plan you could think of?" He c****d his head to the right at me and raised a brow.

"You do not want this marriage and I do not want this marriage, let me go now." I said, trying to feign confidence meanwhile deep down inside of me, I shivered just at the sight of him. His presence was so commanding and authoritative.

"You are right..." Dante paused to slowly nod his head. "I do not want you, you are not even my type." He eyed me with disdain. I could not help but scoff in response. I had to admit to myself that Dante was my type, everything about him was almost so perfect.

"But I am only following my father's orders. You should do the same too." He said to me. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You are a grown up man for heaven's sake. Are you still following your daddy's orders? I never imagined a man bold, dangerous and confident like you would still depend on their father's orders." I said, trying to provoke him.

He shook his head at me. "You are still a child, you are naive and it shows that you know nothing. I am doing this for the sake of business. I know what profit I could make from having you as my wife." He said.

"Think again then because I will never be your wife." I spat out bitterly.

Dante chuckled. He took a few steps towards me causing me to move backward. "Your father said you would be stubborn about this and that was why he asked me to tie you down by all means." Dante grinned.

I furrowed my brows in confusion at his words. What did he mean by tie me down? Dante slowly approached me. I moved backward but accidentally tripped on an object which caused me to fall flat on the bed.

Dante grinned widely, he climbed the bed and pinned me down. Our eyes met and I felt his body on mine. His strawberry cologne made me feel at ease for a slight moment.

Dante's gaze shifted to my lips. Without giving me a chance to pull away, he forced his lips against mine. I struggled to push him away but he was too strong for me. Dante hastily ripped off my clothes aggressively and his hands roamed every part of my skin.

I released a loud moan as I felt Dante's hot breath tingle around my skin.

I enjoyed this, I enjoyed the way Dante handled my body even though I knew it was wrong.

Dante and I had s*x with each other that night, I knew the consequences would come back to bite me in the ass.