Damien's proposal was unexpected, to say the least. He wanted Anya to become his personal secretary, working closely with him on his business ventures. While intrigued by the challenge, Anya was hesitant. She was more accustomed to a life of quiet contemplation and charitable work.
"I'm not sure I'm cut out for this," she confessed, her voice filled with doubt.
Damien, however, was persistent. "You're more capable than you think," he insisted. "I need someone I can trust, someone who understands me."
Anya knew he was right. She had seen the toll his work took on him, the constant stress and pressure. Perhaps, she thought, she could help alleviate some of that burden. With a heavy heart, she agreed to his proposal.
As they began working together, Anya found herself drawn into Damien's world. She was impressed by his sharp mind, his unwavering determination, and his ruthless efficiency. However, she also saw the darker side of his personality, the ruthless businessman who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
One evening, as they were working late, Damien made a proposition that shocked Anya to her core. He wanted her to spend the night with him, in his private quarters. Anya was horrified. She had never imagined that her marriage would lead to such a situation.
"I can't," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
Damien's expression turned cold. "You have no choice," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You're my wife, and I expect you to fulfill your duties."
Anya was terrified. She knew that Damien was capable of anything. She had seen the darkness that lurked within him. With a heavy heart, she agreed to his demands.
As they lay in the darkness, Anya felt a profound sense of despair. She had surrendered her body, but not her soul. She would never truly belong to him, not body and soul. She would always be her own person, independent and defiant.