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Helena's POV
I was angry about what Damien said. If he really cared about me, he shouldn't have beaten me last night or ever hurt me.
If not for my dad owing him, I would have escaped from here. But I know it's no use because he will surely catch me.
After I was done in the kitchen, I went to my room or our room.
I hadn't seen him today; even during breakfast, he wasn't there. Maybe he's busy torturing someone who knows.
Unlocking the door, I saw him sitting on the bed with his hands crossed over his chest.
I was shocked to see him inside the room. I gripped the door handle tighter in my hand. His eyes were on me immediately he saw it was me.
"You are here," he said, still staring at me.
"Come in. Don't just stand there, my love," he ordered.
How dare he call me his love when he treated me like a slave last night? I stepped inside and closed the door.
"What took you so long?" he asked calmly.
"I… I was in the kitchen doing the dishes," I told him, my head down and my hands nervously playing with each other.
I knew he was studying me with his solemn look.
He stood up, his hands buried in his pants pockets, and strode toward me.
My heartbeat accelerated with every step he took, closing the distance between us.
Looking up, I met his calm dark grey eyes staring at me. My toes curled when he stopped right in front of me.
We stared into each other's eyes, listening to each other's breathing. Moments of silence passed between us before he finally broke it.
"Go dress up," he told me.
"For?" I asked.
"I see you never learn your lesson. Why do you like to disobey me, huh? I'll let this go for now," he replied, clenching and unclenching his jaw.
"Okay."
I went to the closet to get dressed, wearing my jean trousers with a crop top and sneakers. When I came back, I saw him on a call, so I waited until he turned to face me.
"Why did you wear this?" he asked.
"You said I should dress, but you didn't tell me where we are going, and I didn't know what to wear," I said, checking myself because I didn't know what was wrong with my outfit.
Vincenzo sighed. "Okay, fine. Let's go."
He led us out of the mansion and into the car.
The car stopped at a place called "Vincent De Luca Restaurant." I was surprised he brought me out to eat. He should have told me we were going to a restaurant; I would have dressed better at least. Who knows what he is planning now.
I was about to open the door and get out, but Vincenzo stopped me. The guards in the cars in front and behind us got out first. After a couple of minutes, one of the guards nodded at him.
Taking my hand, he led me out of the car.
The restaurant was cleared of other customers as if it had been reserved just for us.
The manager greeted us and led us to our seats, asking for our order.
Our food was served, and while eating, I could feel Vincenzo's gaze on me. But I didn't mind because the food was so delicious I could kidnap the chef.
"We are having our marriage this Saturday. Don't worry, your dad will be present," he said, making me gasp.
He wanted me to be his wife? He must be mad if he really thinks I'll marry him.
I shook my head firmly. "You are really mad. You took me as a slave, and now you expect me to marry you? For what?" I muttered.
Marriage was a big commitment, at least to me and I was not going to take such a step with a psychopath like him.
As I got up from my chair to leave, he grabbed my hand tightly.
"W-what are you doing? L-let go of my hand, you're hurting me," I said, struggling.
Instead of letting go, he stood up and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel his hot breath on my skin, making me shiver.
"So you prefer to be my slave than to marry me?" he asked.
"You know, I was wondering what your father has been doing all this while. Do you know what I found out? Do you even know if he's okay or maybe he's dead?" he said.
"W-what are you trying to imply? Did something happen to my father?" I asked in panic.
"Hmm, he's fine but a little disarranged," he said, adding to my panic.
"What do you mean by disarranged?" I asked.
"Look," he said, showing me his phone. A video of my dad being beaten played on the screen.
I gasped, my hands shaking as tears filled my eyes. I sobbed quietly.
"T-tell them to stop, please," I cried.
"Your father is not with me, but I know who is holding him captive," he said.
"Who?" I asked, sobbing.
He stayed quiet for a moment before speaking.
"Your father stole money and drugs from one of my rivals Jayden Boris. And I can tell you he will do everything in his power to get his money and drugs back."
I looked at him, horrified.
"But I can pay and stop him, if you agree to be my wife," he said, pulling me onto his lap.
"Choose wisely, amore. Even if you don't accept my proposal, I will still force you to marry me," he added.
I pulled my hands away, looking at him numbly.
"You can't just tell me to marry you because you want to help my father. It's unfair," I said truthfully.
"Life is unfair, darling," he replied calmly.
"How will I know you are telling me the truth?" I asked.
"I don't lie, kitten," he said, wiping my tears. "And I will save him if you accept my proposal."
"Why me?" I asked softly.
"You are mine. That's all you should know," he said, his jaw tightening.
I looked down hopelessly. I had no choice. If I wanted my dad to live, I had to say yes even if it meant marrying a monster.
"I'm not an object or property that you own, Vincenzo," I said.
"But I'll marry you please save my dad," I pleaded, feeling nothing but despair.
He leaned closer to my ear, his breath warm against my skin.
"You are mine, kitten. And you made the right choice, amore."
I was angry at myself because I couldn't even fight for my own freedom.
And I prayed I hadn't just made the worst decision of my life.