Episode 4

DOMINIC,

Here in this damned ambulance, I close my eyes and start devising a plan to make this wedding happen. I chose her from the get-go, from the moment I saw her picture, and so it will be; she will be my wife, and that's final. Because when I want something, I get it, no matter the means, but I get it.

If I have to die and leave my inheritance to my uncle, I'd rather marry some woman and bestow her with all my wealth. As I mentioned, I despise leeches, and my uncle is exactly that. He's only interested in the damned money, never considering what I might need. He never inquires about my health, only asks about increasing his allowance since I financially support them every month. And the only reason I do it is for my father, who was the brother of this bloodsucking tyrant. If not for that, I wouldn't give him anything.

I feel her hands letting go, and when I open my eyes, I'm already inside the wretched hospital. It annoys me; a man of my size, weakened by a faulty organ.

My oxygen saturation is critically low. They administer the medication through an IV and quickly start the nebulization, then take me to an observation room for isolation. Despite that, I prefer being alone, as I detest sycophants.

A doctor walks in to speak to me.

"Sir, could you tell me your name so I can complete your file? I asked your companion, but she claims not to know you. And to continue treatment, I need you to identify yourself."

I need to deceive this doctor, or she will release Allana, and I can't let her escape; I want her, and she will be mine alone.

"She's my fiancee, doctor. She's deaf, had an accident, and her memory comes and goes because of a head injury. But you can bring her here; if she's left alone, she'll get lost in the streets. And my name is Dominic Bernardes."

She just nods and leaves the room, and I keep an eye on the door, waiting for her to return.

And I hope she brings Allana back to me or I'll get out of this bed to chase down the runaway myself.

But I don't have to move; she brings Allana back, and I'm surprised because I thought she'd be stubborn, insisting she doesn't know me.

"She claims she's homeless, Mr. Bernardes, and she almost swore she doesn't know you," the doctor says with a hint of distress.

"She does say that, doctor. But she's not homeless; she's my fiancee. I wouldn't say it if it weren't true, would I? Do you think I'd stoop to such a lie?"

Allana says she's leaving, but I can't let her.

"Doctor, don't let her go, or I might lose her later, and it will cause problems as she might even faint due to the chronic headaches."

The doctor stops her, and I call her over to my side; the doctor permits her to sit in the armchair.

"I'll place a guard at the door so she won't leave. If anything, just press the button, and I'll come or send someone else, okay?"

"Thank you so much, doctor. But I think she'll sit still now. Thank you."

She smiles and exits the room.

I watch her; she's quite attractive. Anyone could easily fall for her if she cleaned up, but she looks like a street urchin. She'll make the perfect wife.

I won't need to hide anything, since she doesn't hear anything; I can continue my escapades with the beautiful women out there.

I see she's bored here, but it must be terrible, her being unable to converse; she would never have a proper dialogue with anyone.

How do people communicate with her?

As time passes, I'm feeling much better; my oxygen saturation has risen to 98, and I'm being discharged.

I take her hand and lead her to my car; she says that I'm thankful. She has no idea how much or what she's about to become tomorrow. She walks past me, and I place her inside the car, engaging the child safety lock so the door can only be opened from outside.

She knocks on the window wanting to get out, but who would believe her?

I drive towards my house; I'm bringing her there, and we're getting married tomorrow.

Arriving home, I step out of the car; I can see the fear in her eyes but refuse to be moved by it. I pull her out and lead her up the stairs where she resists, and there's only one way to carry her: over my shoulder.

I toss her onto the bed, and her gaze mixes fear and hatred of me. I think a part of her wants to intimidate me; poor thing.

I leave her in the room and exit, locking the door.

"Maria, oh Maria," I call the maid to get everything ready for the wedding tomorrow.

"Is she the one you're marrying?"

"Yes, it's her. So, get everything prepared, or I'll find someone else who will."

"But what about me, Dom? I thought I was going to be your wife."

She's hot but such a nuisance.

"You'll keep satisfying me, and that's that. Now, go and get everything ready."

She storms off like a spoiled child.

I head to my office; I need to invite just a few close associates, it won't be a large party. I invite a few, and they will inevitably spread the word about my marriage.

I purchase everything and arrange for delivery to my house the following morning.

But now comes the best part, informing my sweet fiancee about our wedding; I can't wait to see her face. She will obviously refuse, but I couldn't care less, as I'm not asking.

She must understand that I'm the one who calls the shots here, and when I want something, I get it, bulldozing any obstacle along the way.

I ascend the stairs and head straight for her bedroom.

I enter without knocking because it's not like it would make a difference – she can't hear.

She gazes out the window, and as I draw near and touch her, she turns around, and I hand her the paper.

She reads and immediately starts shaking her head.

"Are you insane? I would never marry you."

"Yes, you will, doll," I chuckle, apology apparent in my tone.

I write on the paper again and hand it to her.

-- This isn't a request; it's an announcement.

"Shove that information up your... your nose, jerk."

She lashes out at me, pounding on my chest; I grasp her wrists, not because it hurts, but she needs to stay calm.

I yank her close and lose myself in the beauty of her face; so near, I can see her delicate features, her partially open and alluring lips.

I release one of her arms and clamp onto her neck, pulling her face to mine, and kiss her lips.

She clamps her mouth shut, denying my kiss; so I tug at her hair harder, forcing her mouth open, and invade with my tongue, savoring every part of her delicious mouth.

Until she bites my tongue, and I start to grumble for her to let go, but I can see she relishes biting me.

I pull at her hair with greater force, she winces in pain and releases my tongue.

"Damn bitch."

My tongue is bleeding; I look at her furiously, and once more, her eyes convey rage and fear.

"You have no idea what's coming, you wretch."

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