At the Anderson mansion, Damon looked at himself in the mirror, his face void of any emotion. His heart burned in anger at the inevitable request given to him by his grandfather.
Just then, a knock at the door made his features harden even more. His deep voice boomed in the room ushering the person in.
"Hey man, are you done? One might think you're the bride," Mike Johnson, his best friend joked, throwing himself on the bed.
"Mike, what are you doing here, I thought you were traveling," Damon replied, annoyance evident in his voice. Mike would never miss teasing him at any chance he got.
"How could I miss your first actual wedding?" Mike stated, chuckling.
"Whatever men, suit yourself," Damon replied, his voice stern and bored.
"Hey dude, who pissed in your pants? Why the angry tone?" Mike pushed, bellowing out in laughter as he walked towards him.
"I don't think you understand what's before me man, a wedding with a strange woman and that too, a gold digger," Damon responded, shrugging his shoulders.
If the family just wanted money from his grandfather, they could have just approached him instead, but going as far as offering their daughter, that was way beyond.
Damon felt anger rise in him at the greedy tactic the Williams used, but they would pay for it, he inwardly vowed, clenching his fists.
"Calm down man, maybe the woman will have you hooked, you never know," Mike said tapping his shoulder.
"No you better get your ass on the road, and I'll be driving you to your bride," Mike added, smiling at him teasingly.
"Sure my love, let's go," Damon caught up, chuckling at his friend's silliness. Mike was the only person who got him smiling when he felt dull. Always had the right thing to say.
At the notary, Heather walked through the door with her long face and a burning pain in her heart. How did things turn out the way they were? She tried sorting out solutions in her head, but her father's angry face had her cowering.
"You deserve this and more witch, your mother deserved worse," a voice she knew too well whispered in her ears, with a hint of mock in it.
Matilda tugged at her arm in pretense to hold her hand, but she gripped her painfully, making her almost whimper openly. If anything, Heather would only wish that maybe a miracle could happen to put her out of the mess she was in. But wishes rarely came true, as she saw the door to the office open, ushering her in.
"You better behave, Heather! I don't want any funny business in there!" Donald warned sternly, knowing all too well his daughter had a fire of unruliness and was capable of making everything chaotic.
Heather threw him a pleading look hoping that possibly he could reconsider, but he looked away, turning his back on her.
Matilda on the other hand smirked openly at her, but her eyes didn't bear the sadness of worrying about her missing daughter. If anything, she looked pleased at the turn of events. The possibility of this being their plan made her want to gag in disgust.
She closed her eyes, vowing not to shed a single tear because of people who wanted to get rid of her since birth. She would try to make things work in the life that destiny had thrown her way, praying silently that her husband would treat her right and better.
"Dad can I at least go to the washroom before the ceremony starts?" Heather asked sarcastically, seeing the look of doubt on his face.
Of course, what else could he expect from her, just the worse. What they didn't know is that she was done running or cowering from them, she had decided to face her life head on.
"No funny business Heather, be quick, he'll be here soon," Donald reminded her, stunned at determination in her eyes. It wasn't rebellious, just a look he was familiar with, a look Betty, her mother, gave her before she left after he threw her out. The look alone made his heart sting in an unknown emotion.
"Don't worry dad, I'll be back," Heather stated, turning around quickly trying to fight the tears she had forbidden from falling.
Too indulged in her pain she entered the washroom running into a hard wall sending her stumbling back, tightly closing her eyes as she expected the impact of her fall.
Feeling her body somehow float on air she almost chuckled at the thought of the late miracle. Maybe the universe finally decided to take her to space, away from all her troubles.
Pulling her mind together, she felt warm firm hands engulfing her tiny waist, holding her steady. Heather opened her eyes only for her breath to be caught in her throat as she locked sight with the most mesmerizing, captivating pair of grey eyes with a hint of ocean blue.
"Oh my god!" The words came out before she could control them. Her eyes moved shamelessly to the man's well sculpted jaw which could make any woman drown in a fantasy world on seeing him.
"I'm not your god, now are you done gawking at me?" a deep godly voice asked, sending unfamiliar chills to her core.
Her teary eyes wide in surprise, not even attempting to hide the fact that she was gawking at the man.
The man helped her onto her feet, his serious features void of any emotion. Heather snapped back to reality as she wondered what the man was doing in the women's washroom.
"Sorry Sir, but what are you doing in the women's washroom?" Heather asked knitting her brows at the man's boldness.
Damon raised his brow at the woman before him. Was she that confused that she didn't notice she entered the men's washroom?
The surprise in her rounded teary blue eyes would make a man want to bend her over and fuck her senseless.
Damon snapped back to reality, cursing inwardly at his lustful thought. He couldn't help but wonder why this particular woman made him want to bed her. He had had his fair share of women, sophisticated women or even models, he could have any woman he wanted under his feet. But this woman looked nothing special to him, yet she managed to make his member excited.
The way she looked in that wedding dress which practically hugged her body like a second cloth made him want to make her his and destroy her. Damon couldn't help but feel silly standing there admiring and checking out a woman who was clearly getting married the next minute.
He pulled himself together before looking back up at her.
"If you checked carefully before entering you will see you are the one in the wrong place," Damon pointed out, surprised at how he didn't mind arguing back at her.
Heather looked around her suddenly feeling embarrassed at the clear layout of the men's washroom.
She quickly rushed out of the room releasing a breath she didn't know she held once she reached the door. If men like that existed, then she was lucky to see one just before she gave her life to the strange old man.
Damon huffed in anger as he noticed the Williams Family waiting for him. "Mr. Anderson, thank you for coming," Donald quickly greeted him.
"Let's get this over with Mr. Williams, after all we're both businessmen," Damon responded coldly, not hiding in disinterest.
Matilda gasped in shock at seeing the groom, no this wasn't right, it was supposed to be an old man.
She forced a smile at him which was ignored, causing her to lower her lids in embarrassment. She couldn't help but feel like her plan backfired, but there was still one thing that would save Natalia now, she would depend on that.
Before the judge, Damon couldn't hold back his gasp when he saw a familiar face walking towards them. The mysterious woman from earlier, how could she be his bride? Was it their plan?
Heather looked at the groom awaiting her feeling her steps halt as if someone had knocked air out of her.
The godlike man she had gawked at a while ago stood before her but this time his expression looked furious.
Were her eyes playing tricks on her? How could he be the 'old man'?