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HIS SINFUL ADDICTION

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Chapter 1 - CHAPTER ONE

‎It was raining heavily, thunder and lightning flashing across the dark sky as if it was locked in a cruel race, like me.

This is the third time my father has tried selling me. The first time was to an old man, but a few days into the marriage I managed to escape.

Running desperately, I repetitively looked back at my father and stepmother's silhouettes in the distance.

Suddenly, the rain came down mercilessly beating down on me and my broken dirt-covered face.

Whoever could see me right now would ask me what I was running profusely from, looking so scared like the devil was on my tail.

‎I have to run away for good this time or I might not be so lucky. Tears streamed down my face as my mind constantly replayed the conversation from a few days back.

"Elena, your sister is fragile and needs her education more than you do. Please give up this opportunity to her and marry the rich heir your father had arranged for you" my stepmother Vittoria said softly with a fake smile.

"You'll marry that man no matter what. Don't try to get out of it or I'll disown you!" My dad thundered.

"Sister, I'm so sorry about everything. If you don't want to get married, let me take your place. You'll go to school, study hard and get a well paying job. Meanwhile, I'll get married, have health issues every single day.. or even die.." my stepsister, Vanessa said pitifully.

"No no don't, vanessa. She's going to get married and that's final" my dad growled and walked away.

The instant my father left, they immediately dropped the act.

"I heard the man you're getting married to.. sorry..getting sold to is the most cold and ruthless person in Italy. He'll probably just lock you up in a cage or.." vanessa snickered mockingly in my ear.

My breathing increased with every word , my knuckles turning white.

"Shut up!" I yelled out to her. In response, they burst into laughter.

"Oopsy.. seems like someone got upset" vanessa mockingly said ,walking away alongside her mother.

After that discussion, I began preparing my escape plan. However, i never expected my father to be three steps ahead already.

"Get your things Elena, you're moving tonight" my father told me coldly without an ounce of emotion in his voice.

I gripped the hem of my tattered gown tightly.

"I don't want to get married, I want to go to school" I muttered under my breath. The second i uttered those words, a resounding slap tore across my cheek.

"You're leaving tonight with the people waiting outside. If not…" my father threatened, huffing away.

My face stung from the slap while my heart tightened from the earlier snickering of vanessa and her mother.

A tear dropped from my eyes and slid in-between my breast. My chest burned and my sorrow turned into anger and rebellion.

Before they could react, I dashed towards the door and sprinted in whatever direction I found closest.

Vanessa and her mother screamed for my father and they all ran after me, holding flashlights.

I suddenly saw dim headlights ahead, and ran towards them with everything I had. I was getting weaker from the burning cold accompanying the rain.

Without thinking, I dragged open the door and entered, locking it securely. I buried my head in my palms and sobbed profusely, not caring to check if anyone else was there.

the sound of soft breathing and the smell of masculine cologne made me aware of someone's presence but I didn't dare look up out of shame and fear.

After crying for some time with no reaction from that person, I slowly looked up at the person and froze instantly.

The man beside me was basically a demi god. Although I couldn't see his face, his silhouette blinded me as the sun would've.

From what I could see, his long lashes remained static like he wasn't blinking at all. His perfectly sleek fingers were clenched into a fist and gently rested on the door close to him. His cheekbone, jawline, and nose were like gently crafted pieces of art.

"Thank– you.. you are.." I stammered anxiously.

"Get out" his voice, cold as ice suddenly cut through the oppressive atmosphere of the car.

"What?"

"How dare he just order me out like that....like I'm a piece of trash...?" I thought to myself.

Walking away from the car with my head down I heard the sounds of heavy footsteps and I raised my head to check who's coming towards my direction only for me to see my father, stepmother and her useless daughter.

"Gosh why I'm I so unlucky today.." I said to myself as I quickly turned back and dashed towards the direction the car followed running profusely like I did before, "what I'm I going to do now?" I thought to myself as I stand by the road side confused on wether to continue running or wether I should just cross the road but that would be too risky as it isn't time for passengers to pass now, I could feel my father's footsteps getting close to me without a second thought I ran into the road running quickly to get out of the way for the vehicles to pass but as I had always been I was never lucky.

Suddenly I heard a car screeching tires and horns I fell down due to the shock unable to move I remained there i couldn't move my body I heard my father's rapid footsteps and my bitch ass stepmother screams at the background I couldn't even move or turn to see their expressions wether their happy that I'm finally going to die.

I heard the door of the vehicle that hit me opened revealing a good-looking man, he had a paranoid look on his face and he quickly went to the other side of the vehicle like he wants someone to step out if the vehicle, when I heard him say

"Boss we hit someone...it's a lady her conditions not good....what I'm I going to do....she looks like a beggar her clothes her tattered and her body's full of dirt...what should we do...." I couldn't hear the remaining words that he said as the world was fading away then I heard my stepsister voice

"I hope you die bitch you're useless to this family dad should let this people take you so that you'll be of good use to them don't bother coming back home you wretched whore" this bitch I was fuming so bad with anger but what can I do when I'm already this helpless suddenly I couldn't hear the commotion of the people anymore as I succumbed into darkness

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"fuck....why's my body hurting like it's been run over by a truck....but that's not the point right now where am I.....?" I questioned myself as I look round the brightly lit room

"I have never seen anyplace like this before....the interior is so beautiful and the bed...ughh it feels so comfy" I said to myself

"Who could have brought me here...?"

That's when I remembered

"Ohh god no wonder my body hurts like this, I had an accident...is it the boss of that handsome driver that brought me to his house...or is it the driver...let me go out and find out" I said to myself as I gently got out of the bed so as not to fall but that wasn't the case I couldn't even feel my legs, my eyes were struggling to stay opened I managed to balance myself that's when I heard the door of the room opened

"Who could that be" I questioned myself inwardly as I looked at the figure walking towards me, my eyes finally started functioning well as I looked at the very handsome, gorgeous sexy man that is now standing in front of me, I have never seen a man this beautiful before, those pair of dark blue eyes looks familiar, that's when I realised

"You...you...I know you, you were that man who pushed me out of your vehicle that night...what am I doing here?...how did I get here?..." I questioned him but all he gave me was just a stare that was void of emotions I can't believe this arrogant bastard or is he mute, "hey I'm asking you a question can't you talk..." I snapped my fingers before his eyes but he immediately grabbed my hands saying.

"I only saved you, because I hit you"he said arrogantly.