Chapter 2

my mind was processing trying to find any logical reason of what the actual fuck has happened.

"Looks like my little wife is nervous!" The prince teased pissing Sandra off.

"Look mister i don't know who the hell you are and neither i give a fuck about it but you have the wrong girl here. i am not your wife so please wither stop acting like a hooligan or go and flirt with your REAL wife!"

As those words left Sandra's mouth a low but dangerous growl escaped from the man's mouth sending chills down Sandra's spine.

He walked towards Sandra radiating his dangerous aura. with each step Sandra's heart beat more violently. unconsciously she started stepping backwards but got the dead end when her back hit the wall.

The man now stood just inches away from her.

once again his hot breath was falling on her cold skin sending shivers down her spine.

"Dare to repeat those words again!" The man whispered yet his voice sounded very dangerous daring her to defy him. she had to admit that she was indeed scared of him but Sandra's ego was so high it was touching the sky.

She won't let some strange psycho man dominate her in the name of being her husband.

Sandra gathered all her courage and spoke

"I SAID I AM NOT YOUR..."

but before she could complete her sentence her lips got sealed by a dominating kiss lock.

to say she was dumbstruck would be an understatement. she was whatever was beyond that.

At the moment she felt anger built inside her.

who the hell he thinks he is that he can harass her like that?

She lifted her knee and kicked him in between his legs causing him to break the kiss and groan in pain buying Sandra time to ran away from him and she spared no time or thought in doing so

she bolted out of the room as she heard the man yelling something like

"Guards and catch"

but who the fuck cares? i am getting out of here and finding a way back home

I was running as my life depended on it and the funny thing is it actually did!

Well thanks to this stupid gown that keeps slowing me down.

Please note the sarcasm!

and oh how can i forget these endless halls , stairs and turns

where the fuck does this doashbag lives?

In a fucking castle or what?

after what seems like a thousand turns i finally got to hopefully the ground floor.

i bolted towards the first door i saw and immediately regretted it.

There stood at least 15 man with swords and in front of them stood my nightmare with a huge grin engraved on his fucking handsome face

"Come on grumpy cat! i don't want you to get hurt. You are mine either you accept it the easy way or hard"

Who the hell he thinks i am?

A coward? Someone weak? a submissive bitch?

Oh please hold the horses because i am about to taste the sweet taste of his ego shattering.

I grabbed the first thing i could get my hands on and threw it towards him.

he dodged the object which happened to be vase. he turned towards me his eyes held anger and need.....NEES FOR MY SUBMISSION.

"So you choose the hard way!"

he said before motioning his guards to attack me.

oh he must have thought i am one of those weak females who would do anything for the BAD BOY!

oh let me break his sweet dream.

let me show him that i am nightmare dressed in a day dream.

His guards approached me thinking i would run or scoot down and beg or some shit like that.

but I proved them hella wrong by using my combat skills!

i dodged their swords and punched them hard across any part of their body i could.

i managed to take snatch two swords from the guards and used them to fight.

I cut their flesh open slit their throats without any hesitation

Well you guys are probably wondering how in this world i know any of this?

well in my world i am the daughter of the worlds second biggest mafia.

Sandra Holland!