Episode Two
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Chapter Two
Damian’s POV
"She's mine," I said, venom dripping from my voice. Claire turned, freezing on the spot, our gazes locked together. Looking at her, all I felt was disgust, hate, and rage. I couldn't believe I had loved a lying b***h all these years. I would make her pay for her betrayal. I screamed in my head, the fury boiling inside me.
The man she was supposed to be marrying walked away from the altar, heading toward me. He stood face to face, trying to intimidate me with his deep, frightening voice. If only he knew that his head would be rolling on the floor at the snap of my fingers, he wouldn't dare go against me.
"What do you mean she's yours?" he growled, his voice filled with a menacing tone.
I chuckled, taking a step back to control my anger. If I stood any closer, I might snap his neck and lose focus on why I was really here.
"Cat got your tongue, you imbecile? I want you out of here right now! Else, I won't be held responsible for the next action I take," He screamed .
With a lopsided smile on my face, I turned to look at my men, who had been sitting in the congregation, dressed in black suits and dark shades. I snapped my fingers, giving them the go-ahead to activate the plan we had meticulously crafted.
Smoke grenades were thrown at each corner of the church by my men, causing confusion and panic as people ran for cover. The smoke cleared after a few seconds, but Claire was gone. Satisfaction washed over me like a tidal wave.
Claire's fiancé came out of his hiding spot, his face a mix of shock and realization as he scanned the altar and the congregation, searching for Claire's presence. But she was nowhere to be found.
"You bastard, I knew you were up to no good!" he yelled, rushing toward me, grabbing my collar, and landing a punch across my face.
I staggered backward, breaking free from his grip, my anger mounting. I grabbed his collar in return and delivered a hard punch under his jaw, hitting his throat. He fell to the ground on both knees, blood oozing from his mouth. I squatted down to his level, grabbed him by the collar again, and used my head to smash his nose. His body slumped to the ground, almost lifeless. I spat on him with a smirk and walked toward the exit of the church. It was his lucky day; I wasn't here for him. But I vowed that if he ever tried to look for Claire, I would make sure to end his life.
As I approached the entrance of the church, I felt a strong tug on my shirt from behind. In an instant, a punch flew across my face as I turned back.
"You monster, where's my daughter!" Claire's father yelled, slapping me across the face.
I gnashed my teeth together in anger. It seemed like these men had a death wish today.
He tried to attack me again, but I grabbed him by the collar and forcefully pushed him to the ground. Some men, who I assumed were his guards, rushed to help him as he struggled to catch his breath. I walked away as his wife screamed, cried, and cursed at me.
Two of the guards ran after me, attempting to stop me. I swiftly pulled out my gun from the back of my trousers and shot them both in the legs. I had been trying hard to avoid using lethal force, but I had wasted enough time here and couldn't tolerate any more stupidity. I might just end up killing them all.
I settled into the back seat of my car, and my personal driver zoomed off, leaving behind the chaos and mayhem I had orchestrated. Sitting inside the car, I tried to relax, but my entire body remained tense. The events of the day weighed heavily on my mind, and a sudden sting on my face brought me back to the morning three days ago.
Distress had consumed me as I struggled to come to terms with Claire's abrupt departure. She had left me without a reason, breaking off our four-year relationship through a heartless text message. The pain of her betrayal cut deep, and she had instructed me never to look for her, claiming I would never find her. I had decided to give her space, hoping she needed time to clear her head. Perhaps she was just tired and needed to process everything. That was what I had thought at the time.
A week prior, she had rejected my proposal of marriage, shattering my hopes and dreams for a future together. I had assumed she needed time to think, but little did I know that her actions would lead us down this path. The news from my men, who had been keeping a close eye on her, shattered my world even further. They informed me that Claire was marrying another man in just three days.
My heart stopped beating as the realization hit me. I loved her with every fiber of my being, and the thought of another man claiming her as his own filled me with fury. I vowed to kill anyone who dared to lay a hand on my Claire, let alone make her his wife. I would make him suffer a slow and agonizing death.
But as my men gathered more information about Claire's relationship with her intended groom, I was hit with a devastating truth. Claire had been promised to him since childhood and engaged to him at the tender age of fourteen. Countless questions swirled through my mind. How? When? Why hadn't she told me? We could have found a way out together. Instead, she had made a fool out of me, lied to my face, and left without explanation after all these years.
Her betrayal awakened the darkest corners of my soul, the parts I believed I had buried forever. I was determined to make her suffer more than I had suffered in all these months since she left me. Death would be a merciful escape for her, but I wouldn't grant her that release so easily. She would cry and beg for death but never find it.
"We are here, boss," my driver announced, breaking the cycle of my thoughts. He held the car door open, awaiting my command.
"Make sure you carry out all the instructions I've given you. I want everything ready before dawn tomorrow," I ordered sternly.
"Sure, boss," he replied with a respectful nod.
I stepped out of the car and entered the rented apartment where I would spend the night before continuing our journey the next day. The tension in the air was palpable as my men greeted me with a bow in the sitting area.
"Where is she?" I asked, my jaw clenched with determination.
"I'll take you, boss," one of my men volunteered, leading the way.
He opened the door to a dimly lit room, and we walked into the oppressive darkness. With a flick of a switch, the room was flooded with light. There, tied tightly to a chair and still dressed in her wedding gown, was Claire. She appeared to be asleep, likely due to the substance injected into her.
"Get me a bowl of water and the shocker," I ordered, my voice laced with irritation.
"Here they are, boss," my man responded as he retrieved the items from the room.
I took the bowl of water and splashed a small amount on Claire's face, but she didn't stir. Anger surged within me at her lack of response. Frustration gnawed at my insides, intensifying my determination to break her.
"Take this. As soon as I poured the water on her face" I instructed, my impatience seeped into my voice.
I emptied the bowl of water onto her head, the liquid cascading down her face and soaking her gown. My man followed my command, swiftly pressing the shocker against her neck. Jolts of electricity coursed through her body, causing her to convulse within the confines of the ropes that bound her.
She stirred, groaned, and finally, her eyes fluttered open. Confusion and fear danced in her gaze as she struggled to comprehend her surroundings.
"Where... where am I?" she managed to utter, her voice barely audible.
"In your worst nightmare," I sneered, relishing the moment of power and control I held over her.
Claire's eyes widened in recognition, and a mix of emotions flickered across her face.
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