Bound To You Novel – When I walked into our brand new home to see my fiancé getting a blowing job from Candice, his father’s bleached blond,green-eyed, slim secretary who’s at least 5 years older than him, on our grey corner sofa. I grabbed my phone then hit record, and kept recording. “I’ve had to court Sofia for 12 years to ensure this marriage happens. We were forced by our fathers to marry for an alliance. I can’t be with one woman, especially when I don’t care about her.” My fiance said. I’ll be leaving with the unborn child growing inside of me. I will protect my child with my life. As for my fiance, he will never see my children!
Sofia – age 17 I stand at the end of the pier in the Hamptons, looking out to the clear blue sea. I haven’t been standing here long when I feel a presence behind me, and I know instantly that it’s Damian without even turning. He’s been my best friend since I was a scrawny 8-year-old girl.I’d fall increasingly in love with him, but he never reciprocated the feelings. As I stand here, feeling Damian’s presence behind me, I reminisce on all the times I had with my father before he decided to barely come home. I’m a daddy’s girl at heart, and I used to be close to my mother, but as the years went on, from the time I turned 8 and we met the Volkovs, she drank more, was clearly unhappy, and is always screaming at my father about stupid words just to get his attention, but it never works; he just turns around and leaves to whatever woman he has at the time on the side, and the only reason I know this is because my mother would then take her anger out on me.
The first time she slapped me was because she found condoms in my father’s trousers. She cried and hugged me, apologizing over and over. Still, after a few months of the same routine and me trying to avoid her at all costs, she’ll purposely find me and scream that it’s all my fault, that my father strays because I’m a girl. He needs a boy to take over as Don after he retires or gets killed—her words, not mine. I haven’t told anyone because I’m supposed to be strong, but sometimes I don’t want to be. Damian has his own life that I don’t want to interrupt, and my father is never home. It’s why I’m here now, at my favorite place, 2 hours away from home, running past the guards and driving myself here like a racing driver.
None of them could keep up. They lost me on the highway, and my mother, well, she was smashed AGAIN, and apparently, it’s my fault again that my father has strayed to a 20-something-year-old woman who thinks she’s pregnant. I told her to just divorce him if she’s so unhappy and leave; that earned me a punch in the lip. She avoids the face normally, but today, she didn’t. She screamed, “I can’t divorce him; he’s all I have; I can’t breathe without him, you stupid bimbo.” My heart actually broke with her admission, but before I could talk to her about it, she turned around and left with a defeated look on her face. As soon as she stumbled out of the room, she made a massive mistake. She told Mattia to do whatever he wanted to me without realizing what she was saying. She handed me to the beast, who smirked at me with an evil glint in his eyes. I shivered at the memory of it. I tried to run, but he grabbed a hold of my hair and dragged me back.
He pushed me onto the floor, then booted me into my already sore ribs. I wince whenever I breathe. I’m pretty sure he’s cracked one again. I take a deep breath, looking out to the sea, trying to forget what he tried to do, but I can’t. He ended up putting his hand in between my legs, and he cupped my most private area. My whole body went rigid when he started to rub and whisper, “This is going to be mine; that Russian scum can thank me for breaking you in.” I ended up crying out in pain before I finally fought back and kneed him hard between his legs, which I’ll probably pay for later, but I didn’t care; I had to leave, so as soon as he flopped down beside me, groaning in pain, I got up and sprinted towards my car outside, and wheel spun away feeling grateful for putting jeans on today.
“What are you doing here alone, printsessa (princess)? You know not to go anywhere without a guard. You’ve had everybody worried; if it wasn’t for the fact that I know you so well, it could have started a war!” Damian growled in my ear as he came close behind me, pulling me out of my head, and I quickly wiped my eyes. ” Who busted your lip?I want a name now!” He growled lowly, which sent shivers down my spine. He must see something in my eyes because the next thing I know, I’m engulfed in his muscular arms, squeezing me tight. I whimper, which causes him to step back; his hand goes to my t-shirt, and I try to stop him, but he manages to lift it up anyway, noticing the bruise forming his jaw ticks. … “I fell down the stairs; you know how clumsy I am,” I whisper, laying my head back on his chest. I close my eyes, holding him tighter, trying not to cry. You are strong; don’t cry, don’t cry.
I repeat the words in my head repeatedly as his arms come back around me, and I start to relax as he strokes my hair, whispering, “Everything will be OK.” As the sun sets, we sit on the beach with Damian sitting behind me, his arms wrapped around me as I lean on him, getting sand all over his levies without a care. He whispers in my ear, “I don’t want to be friends anymore, Sofia; I’ve tried but can’t anymore.” “I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember, even when I shouldn’t have because of our age, but you’ve always been mine, and I want to give us a shot. I can’t live without you, Malyshka (baby girl).” Was he serious? After all this time, do I finally get my wish? I turn around and look at him. “I love you too; I always have,” I say to him, my eyes glistening and his eyes softening. “I wish I could peck you, but I can’t until you are 18, but know this: you are mine, and I love you so much.” I throw my arms around his neck again, and he holds me tight. Excitement fills my stomach.
I am now suddenly looking forward to my 18th birthday in six months and finally having my first peck with my prince. … Damian – Age 23 I cannot believe today is the day I must propose to Sofia. I’m not ready for marriage; I don’t love her like that, and I don’t think I ever will. ‘ Liar,’ the voice in the back of my head whispers. “Shut up,” I mutter. I’ve just left two undressed girls in my bed this morning to pick up Sofia, and my heart is beating fast in my chest, my palms are sweaty, and I feel sick. ‘ You just feel guilty for cheating; you know you’re in love with her; you’re just in denial,’ my subconscious echoes in my mind, and I bang my fist onto the steering wheel, trying to block the voice in my head. She’s 19 and turning 20 in 6 months, enough time to plan a wedding.
We’ve been spending as much time as I have available together. I’ve been spending more of my nights screwing random women or Candice and sometimes her and her friend together just to keep my mind off a certain dark-haired beauty. Sofia’s not all that I thought she would be all those years ago. I shake my head; she’s gotten under my skin over the years. She’s kind and caring, always putting others first, smart, and currently attending NYC State for her nursing degree in pediatrics. She’s working her way into my soul without even realizing it or trying, and I don’t like it. Maybe I need to get laid again tonight; that’s not her. I’ll have to message Candice later if I can get away when Sofia is asleep. Once I pull into her home on the outskirts of New York, the gates open automatically when the guards see my car, and I notice Sofia sprinting to my SUV jeep before getting in quickly when I haven’t even fully stopped. I furrow my brows. What happened?