ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A MAD BILLIONAIRE

The beautiful woman walked towards us when she was done greeting the other guests. Her eyes lingered around us and stopped when it fell on me.

"Hello Arno, you never said you were attending my party, where's Xander." She asked finally shifting her gaze from me and I let out a small sigh.

"He should be with his maker, or is probably having fun at a corner." Damon laughed at his dry jokes which no one else thought to be funny.

"Who's she?" She asked sizing me with her eyes.

"This... Is... Bash, she's a friend to Xander." Arno lied. I wasn't a friend to Xander, he wouldn't even talk or look at me. She narrowed her eyes at me.

"I don't recall having a mask party." Arno chuckled at her words.

"Well, we don't always have to follow your silly dress code should we?" She shook her head not taking her brown eyes off me.

"You must really be of importance to him to be called a friend." She said with an invisible pain in her voice. Of course, I saw this coming, Mr Perfect is so handsome, so it's not surprising that he's got a woman in love with him. She's ten times more beautiful than I am, I wondered why I thought I had a chance with him.

I said nothing to her, rather just smiled at her words adjusting the mask on my face. If only she knew I haven't said anything to Xander other than the hi he didn't respond to.

"Anyways, since you're here, may I have this dance, my lady?" Callon asked gesturing his hands which she took after rolling her eyes.

"Stay here, bunny don't go anywhere. I need to talk to someone real quick." Arno left me to a woman just across us. I felt awkward and alone standing next to no one, it's not like Damon looked like someone who could keep people company. Maybe I should have asked Camela or Yvonne to come with me.

I was the only one without a partner. Even if the men didn't con with anyone, at least they could still mingle with people. They knew a lot of people here than I did. I tried distracting myself with something else just to avoid looking awkward at the party.

Taking a drink from a waiter walking around, I gulped a large ball down my throat. I had zero control when it came to drinking and I had no idea why, but I still drank anyway. "Be careful with that, that is no ordinary wine," Damon said from behind me placing the glass back on the table. "Come on, let's dance." He said. Before I could protest he dragged me to the dance floor.

Damon guided me across the centre of the large hall. He kept his eyes on me, yet still, he knew exactly where to take me. Every moment, every angle seemed to be planned in advance. Nothing felt forced, I literally thought I was floating.

"I gulped noticing the gazes of people on us as I was the only person in a mask. The strange girl in mask.

Damon squeezed my hand slightly and smiled. "There's no need to be nervous, just flow with the instrument," he chuckled softly, "Thanks."

With that, I knew. He need not say more. My heart, settled and my smile was unending. I've never danced like this before, but it felt like I knew the music, it felt like I've danced to this tune before.

The music changed in time, but Damon was not willing to let me go as we started a new dance, a more close one. When it was time for the women to leave their partners and twirl before holding them again, I did just that but almost choked with who held me.

"He had somewhere to be." Was all he said. He spoke to me for the first time since I met him. I could hear fireworks exploding in my head. My body tensed up as he held my hands. Why was I feeling this way?

The heat radiating from us caused the slick sweat that glides down my skin. How we moved in sync, my ragged, short breaths, and how each dance move makes me breathless.

"What do you want from them?" He suddenly asked. At a time like this? A time when my brain could no longer process a sentence.

"I'm not here for them," I said without a clue of what I was saying.

He turned elegantly, his body in tune with the slow music. Yet, there was a sort of harshness to him, like he was someone who shouldn't be underestimated. I didn't quite care at the moment. Was it because I was falling in love with a man I hardly knew?

The warmth between us grew more powerful by the second. My heartbeat was growing steadily along with it. Our dance was perfect, everything from our breathing to how our feet moved stayed in sync. If by the end of this dance my breath is taken away, I would know the exact reason why.

"What do you want from me then?" He inquired.

I almost passed out when our bodies touched. I felt hot with his breath on my cheeks as he now towered over me pulling my slender figure to himself.

"Marry me..." I said breathlessly.

"Punishing our mistress as you instructed." One of them said and he frowned.

"Gabriel please I don't want to stay in here anymore I'll never disobey you ever again. Please tell them to release me." Quetta said in the sweetest tone possible but Gabriel had blocked his ears and heart from her pleas. He was here to prove a point to Bones who think he's weak.

"Tie her with the rope at the centre of the room." Quetta's eyes widened, her heart racing so fast. She was scared, scared of what this man wanted with her. Gabriel has never done this to her before.

"Please Gabriel don't do this please, I'll be good from now on, I won't try to run away anymore." It seems the more she pleaded, the more dark his face got and she pressed her lips together into one thin line.

Gabriel ignored her completely still searching through his weapons.

This room was initially meant for traitors and stubborn workers but now it was being used on her.

Gabriel has not forgiven her, he was here to punish her himself. The two men chained her to the long silver chain hanging from the ceiling and falling down to the center of the room.

Quetta had heard tales from maids about how no one comes out of this room alive. Tears filled her eyes as she began to imagine her death. She could already imagine the mean things Gabriel would do to her, maybe pull out one of her eyes.

"Please don't do this." Quetta's voice trembled, one could hear the desperation in her voice as they chained her like an animal. Pain clawed at her stomach, worsening as she inhaled.

Gabriel wasn't listening to her. He really was going to hurt her today.

"Rip those clothes off." He commanded to see the men stare at him with wide eyes. Their boss would never ask them to do anything of such to their mistress. He loves her more than life itself and will never hurt her.

"Don't make me repeat myself." He warned and they quickly ripped her clothes off, until she was fully bare before their eyes. The tears that threatened to fall before fell down her cheeks. She couldn't believe her eyes, he really was going to hurt her.

She wasn't going to run away, she only went out for an early morning walk but as always, Bones misunderstood the situation and has somehow convinced his boss to harm her.

"Please Gabriel don't do this." Quetta pleaded one more time but the man didn't seem like he was going to listen to her. He picked up a long slender stick handing it to Pillar who stylishly drool at her bareness.

Quetta felt so ashamed, she's never been this humiliated in her life. He handed wires to Red and her heart skipped. Was he really going to harm her with this?

Or was he only messing with her.

She's learnt her lesson, she'll never go for a walk again. Quetta cried and started pleading when the men stood before her with the tools in their hands. This are tools used on animals, she wasn't one, she couldn't even think of the pain.

"This will teach you to never play in my face anymore." He said expressionlessly as he sat on a chair ready to watch them torture her.

"Don't stop until I tell you to." At Gabriel's words both men started doing wicked things to her body. Quetta screamed with her might, the pain was unbearable they both flogged the hell out of her.

The wires pierced into her skin as Red used it on her. They flogged every part of her, leaving no place untouched except of course her private area.