'Damien,' she whispered upon seeing the man standing in front of her. She never expected to see him again in her life. If there was someone she hated other than Wade and her "mother," it would be Damien. That selfish bastard did nothing but use her as well. At this rate, she wouldn't even be surprised if they killed her right now. It could very well be possible.
Wade, on the other hand, was fuming with anger upon seeing the man who had destroyed his life along with Wade's father. Damien was always a puppet of his father from the start. He would never leave a chance to snitch to Wade's dad about how affectionate Wade was with Sage.
Wade saw the way Damien looked at Sage. It was a look of hatred and lust, as if she was his prey. He despised that look so much that he could have killed him in an instant. Damien's eyes roamed over Sage's beautiful figure, and he slightly smirked, fantasizing about how she would look under him.
Damien was indeed a very handsome man, with his light blond hair and light blue eyes. But behind that handsome face was a very dark and despicable man who would do anything to gain power.
"Hey, babe, how have yo-" he started approaching her to hug her but stopped immediately upon hearing what they both said.
"What the fuck do you want, bitch?" they both said at the same time, and their heads immediately snapped to look at each other. Wade had a small smile on his lips, while Sage just shrugged her shoulders and looked at him with a bored expression for two seconds before turning her head back to Damien.
"That's no way to talk to your bestie, is it, Sag?" he asked, using the nickname that Wade hates.
"It's Sinclair for you, and no, we aren't besties. We never were, and we never will be. If you're done talking, my husband and I have to leave. Goodbye, and I hope to never see you again," she said calmly and returned to the car, while Wade's heart skipped a beat upon hearing her call him 'my husband' unconsciously. Damien just stood there dumbfounded, not expecting this type of reaction from her.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why would I call him my husband? I mean, I know he is, but this just gave him the confirmation that I have accepted him as my husband. I'm pretty sure he noticed it because he can't stop smiling for the past 10 minutes. Fuck, he isn't even bothered to hide that dumb smile off his face.
I wish Wade and I were just a normal couple, but of course, that will never happen. I'm sure we both have accepted the fact that we can never be an actual couple and can never love each other again.
"Do you know why Damien was here?" that question came out of my mouth before I could even process what I was saying.
He looked a little startled by my sudden speaking but composed himself. "My so-called father sent him to spy on us. He will probably be living in our neighborhood and will follow us to our workplaces. Please don't go alone for a few weeks, at least until I deal with him. Make sure either I or one of your bodyguards is there with you, hmm?" he asked without even glancing at me.
I chose to ignore him because his "fake" protective husband act is so fucking annoying. I could shoot him right now.
"What's stopping you?" my conscience asked, and trust me, I don't fucking know what's stopping me at this point.
Maybe it's because it's him.
That bastard Damien came to steal her once again. Can't he just leave her the fuck alone? For fuck's sake, she is my wife, even though our marriage is forced. I could see the disgust and regret on her face after calling me her husband. She didn't realize that I saw the way her face contorted into a frown thinking about it.
Little did she know, it did hurt me. Not much, though. I mean, what the fuck was I expecting? Just because she got married because of both our dads, would she forget everything? No way that's ever going to happen. She is too stubborn and cold for that.
She is a bitch, seriously, but it's okay. At least she is my bitch. Oh, and we never talked about why our dads wanted us to get married. It's because Sage's father is quite weak and wants someone to rule over the French Mafia. Since the Russian Mafia is the second biggest mafia after the Italian one, and the French Mafia is in the third place, my dad wants to take over the French Mafia by, of course, killing Sage.
It has more chances now that I am married to her.
Why doesn't my so-called father understand that I am not that naive 17-year-old who wanted nothing more than his father's affection and love, the kind he showed to his elder sister who passed away three months after Sage left?
His sister was like a mother to him. He always looked up to her, but because she was an agent in the Mafia, she got brutally killed by her own Mafia. He loved his mother, but she was the prime example of a damsel in distress. He hated that type of woman.
His mother, just like most mothers in the Russian Mafia, was degraded and treated like a fucking slave. He tried to convince her to run away and live somewhere else away from all this, but apparently, she "loved him too much" to leave him alone when he did nothing but treat her like a sex toy and kept cheating with other women
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His thoughts came to a halt when he realized that they had reached their mansion, which was gifted by her father as a wedding gift. It was a beautiful mansion, indeed.
It was then he realized that he was indeed married. He didn't know whether to jump in happiness and hug her because he is married to his Sage, or just ignore her because she despises him.
He chose the latter because it would be better for both of them.