Married To Mr. Devil

Chapter 2

The next morning, the cloud was barely cleared when Damon began to pack their bags. Jasmine tossed on the bed, slowly opening her eyes, and jumped up to a sitting position when she saw Damon packing.

“What are you doing?” Her voice shaky yet, without fear.

With a fiery in his eyes, he looked at her.

“I barely got to save your life yesterday, and I can't risk that anymore. You should return to your house.” He uttered and continued packing.

“No….” She grabbed his hand, his eyes trailed to hers. “This is our honeymoon, we can't let them ruin it.” Her eyes flickered as she bickered.

“Scared of ruining the honeymoon or scared what people have to say about you after marrying a stranger and back from your honeymoon two days after?” He scoffed, his words piercing her heart, and he resumed packing.

“Or would you rather save your life? To experience the formers?” A stern look marred his cold voice.

Grunting, she got out of bed and began preparing to change. He spied on her body through the corner of his eyes, curious to ask how she got the mark, but it would be best to let it wait.

There is something more important for him to do. Damon recognized one of the men from yesterday, and it was Lorenzo's men.

“I need to know why they are after her.” He mumbled as he zipped the bag.

“Pardon,” She turned to him. “Did you say anything?”

“Yes, not just to you.” He snapped and wheeled the bags to the door.

“Be down, you've got only a minute.” He threatened rather than saying, his brows narrowing.

She glared at him, but he was behind the door already.

“What nonsense! Who does he think he is?” She scoffed, her lips curled in disgust as she buttoned up her shirt.

She went to the car, he had called them a cab.

“You should.....” She smacked her lower lips, ran her hands through her hair as she looked at him frustrated. “I have enough cars that could pick us up, I can't get into the cab. It's too dirty.”

Damon's steps quickened towards her and dragged her by the wrist.

“The last thing you want to do is piss me off.” The tone in his voice scared her, making her fragile and scared.

An awkward silence went in the cab as they drove home, but the couple looked out through the window in different directions. Jasmine turned to look at him, with her face softened. She had decided to trust him, regardless of what he does.

“After all, he prioritizes my life.” She mumbled, and he turned to her, caught her staring.

“Did you say anything?”

“Yes, but not to you.” She snapped softly with one of her brows raised.

She rather focused her gaze on the beautiful view until they got to her house.

“Here you are.” The driver's smile was seen through the middle mirror, but they both ignored him.

Damon brought out some money from his pocket and handed it to the driver.

“I could have afforded that.” She smirked. “Who knows, I might have married a mysterious Billionaire.” She said in a harsh tone that complimented the cold look on her face, and stepped out of the car.

Damon also stepped out of the car, uploaded the bags and made his way to press the bell on the gate.

“Who do you think should carry the bags?” She scoffed in a sweet, romantic voice, hoping to get him to do it.

He shook his head, “It seems you have everything covered, you should do that yourself.”

He rang the bell and the gatekeeper peeped through the small opening on the gate, seeing Jasmine, he hurriedly opened the gate.

“Bring those in.” She ordered, her head up as she was led like a classy woman past Damon, who scoffed at her.

When they walked into the living room, they were welcomed with a stench. Before Jasmine could ask what seemed to be the air what went wrong, the answer walked into the living room – Laura.

“Laura? What's going on?” Her voice hurt, yet firm as the drunk Laura approached her.

“As you can see.....” She sipped tequila from the bottle and spread her arms out to the mess she made in the living room. “I'm just enjoying my day, and shouldn't you be on your honeymoon?”

Jasmine kept mute, her glint gaze full of rage for what her sister had become.

“Did he put you through this again?” A tear almost fell out, her voice breaking apart.

The driver walked in with the bags, and Damon took it from him, waved his hand for him to go.

“What do you think?” Laura sat on the couch, the tears rushing through her cheeks wouldn't stop her from drinking. “How does it feel not to be protected? Not to be heard? Worse, not to be believed.” She snapped into rage and threw the bottle of half tequila over Damon's head, barely hurting him.

“Calm down, Laura. I believe you.” Jasmine made to move closer to her.

“Really?” Laura scoffed softly. “Then why haven't you done anything? Why do you get to be the only one who gets to marry who you want?”

Jasmine managed to crawl to her side and hugged her.

“I know this would sound weird, but I didn't get to marry someone I wanted either. I only married someone to help me escape who they would want me to marry.” Her voice pierced Damon's heart, for a reason he didn't know.

He felt the pain in her voice, but the pain in his heart was nothing compared.

Laura, drunk and tired from drinking all day, fell asleep and Jasmine tried to lift her up.

“Let me help.” Damon carried Laura to a room Jasmine led them to.

“Thanks for your help.” She said to Damon, who was standing behind her, her gaze fixed on Laura.

“I'll be back for the contract..... To claim you officially, Jasmine.”