Prolouge

I sit across from him my eyes glaring daggers at the man before me.

Three years it has been three whole years and he still sits down with that suffocating aura of his.

The man's whole body exudes a sense of grace and elegance as he sits across the table clad in an all black Armani suit.

An expensive limited edition Rolex watch sits on his wrist filled with those attractive masculine veins.

''Rose and Damien are getting married,'' my father announces and I can see the shock on the share holders faces all over the room.

Mine mirrors their expression as I am equally as shocked as they are.

''I am not getting married to the horrible bastard, father,'' I tell my father while pushing back my chair to stand up.

Fury, anger, outrage, irritated and other unknown emotions swell up in me and I try very hard to control myself from breaking down and breaking apart.

Damien has the guts to smirk at me and the anger I try bottling comes up as I take the knife in my shoe and throw it at him.

He dodges perfectly without even breaking a sweat his eyes darkening in anger.

I watch how his jaw clenches and he glares at me.