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Chapter 4

CALLUM'S POV
Only if I change my fucked up mind would I not make her mine today. I had stalked her from the beginning of the night she left. Even when I had gone to Italy to stay with my father, I watched her through the screens. I know what she does daily, I know the fucking ingredients in the foods she eats, I know the color of her panties and the materials she had preferred, lacy pants that gripped her ass tightly.
I am obsessed with Ophelia, and my obsession has started for a very long time. I had married her five years ago just to keep her so her father wouldn't sell her to port-bellied sugar daddies that would pay daily with every cum they dropped in his daughter's ass, just like he was doing to her sister Elise.
I don't want mine to be touched by others, and I don't want to kill her father on the spot when he sells my girl to his clients. I was a psychopath as Ophelia had called me, I was battling with serious ASPD trying to curb my violent act that's why I had locked her in my house five years ago which I thought was right, giving her all the stuff a lady needs which I also thought the bitch would love. I never knew that she craved for freedom so much that she would drug me.
I knew every damn time when she had watched me through the patio or her balcony, but she hadn't seen my face; for the first time, my girls caught me off guard, giving me a sedative, which made me lose my senses. When she had run, why didn't I chase her? I was scared of the things I would do to her. I was a psycho who wasn't meant to crave the love of a woman, but I did when it came to Ophelia; I wanted her love. After a blood bath with my rivals, I wanted to come home to her and get balls deep in her pussy, which I would do when I make her mine again, I wouldn't hold back now, i would make her feel what it is like when a psycho his in love with her.
Locking her in that house came with a lot of reasons, first was the thought of my rivals seeing her as my weakness and using her against me. I wasn't ready to go through all those shit, and I wasn't ready for my family to find out, but now I don't give a fuck with years of fantasizing about her and learning how to protect her; I have decided to own her again, but this time in a surprising way.
She said she hated our first wedding. This time, I would do her good by promising her what I would do to her in the flesh, not using a dummy's hand. I have made our wedding a memorable one already, one she will never forget, stealing her supposed wedding, killing her fiance, and making her wear a bloody white gown as I would make her promise to be mine and I make same promises to her.
She might think I am the villain, but I would get that thought away once she is mine. “What are you doing?” Her voice came out more like a whisper behind me.
“Righting the wrong, this time I would marry you and promise you every good thing physically.” I walked down the stairs, ushering my men to release the priest. “Get on the altar and continue the wedding; I would be the groom this time.” I added, “Let my brother-in-law go, Zaleo; he needs to walk his sister down the aisle again.”
“I…I am not marrying you.” My pant stiffened with her refusal imagining how badly I craved to fuck that mouth of hers with my cock, making her breathless with its thickness and length.
“Seems you like the color red so much?” I turned to meet her gaze which was hard as a rock, I could feel her anger and I loved it, I wanted that zeal, I wanted that struggle, I wanted that tears and reddened eyes while I fuck her in all holes she could give…her fist, her ass, her pussy, and her mouth “Damn.” I whispered bluntly.
“Red looks beautiful on you, though; you would love getting smeared in your family's blood, won't you, your brother's blood pooling on your feet, your sister's, father's, and mother's blood painting your gown red with your little sugars own too,” I said referring to her fiance lying dead on the floor.
She gasped, a look of shock on her face and I knew she would accept to marry me immediately without going further. She looks at her father, who had laid limp on the floor already, as if two playful bullets on his thighs had rendered him dead already. Her step-sister's eyes were blinded with tears like my girl's. “Should we have the wedding again, baby? Or should I just force you to do it instead after I have….” I pointed my gun at her brother, the most precious thing in my girl's heart, which would change because I would force her to let me into that heart and she would learn to love me and me only until we have kids and I would share with them.
“Yes..yes I would.” More tears streamed down her hazel eyes which made me see things through them.
“I never knew you'd be too excited, why playing hard to get before?” I smirked, and her eyes looked at me like they would cut me to pieces, just like the present I had given her this morning: “Walk.” I ordered the priest who had stopped walking, “Pray to God you don't fuck my thing up, Father.” I added, and he shivered back to the altar.
“Hey baby, you shouldn't waste our time now; I need to call you mine real quick, please.” I pleaded, and I watched her fist form a tight ball beside her as she walked down the altar, shaking as she walked with unsteady legs to her brother, who flashed a look of hatred at me after Zaleo had released him.
“You shouldn't be doing this, Ophelia.” Her brother tried convincing her, taking her hand as he placed it on her cheek, but she tiptoed, kissing him on the cheek, saying something like 'I would be fine' into his ears.
“Walk me down the aisle again.” She whispered to her brother, and my dead heart swirled in joy that I had never felt before.
I walked to stand on the altar like every normal human does as I watched my soon-to-be bride begin walking to me with her brother, ready to give her off to me. Beautiful and sexy was an understatement to how she looked; even in Chaos, she looked every shade of hot, her long hair, which I wanted to curl my sinful hand into, packed in a bun ‘Jesus.’
After she gets to me, she helps herself back to the altar, and I smile at her, taking her hand forcefully and pulling her by the waist to me. “Go on, father.” My voice was hard, which made my soon-to-be wife shiver in my arms. “Sorry, my voice can only be soft for you,” I whispered breathily to her ear and she stiffened in my hold.
“ We are her…”
“Just go straight to the point.” I said to the priest, “My soon-to-be wife and I hate the wait…start with that stuff, we would reply ‘I do' too.”
“O..okay.”
“You are making him scared,” Ophelia said to me with gritted teeth as I watched her trying to hold back her tears.
“I can't help it, baby, can't help.”
“Do you…
“Callum Bellucci.” My wife's eyes seemed to rise at the mention of my name; my girl was not dumb, I knew that name rang a bell, and she stiffened again in my arms. “Relax, baby.”
“Do you Callum Bellucci take Ophelia Laurent as your wife, to love and to cherish….
As the priest talk I whispered my vows to her ears “To claim every inch of your body and soul, to haunt your fucking dreams and your waking, I swear baby if you let me, your desires would be my command, my fucked up touch would be your solace and my protection, your prison.” She shuddered as I whispered and I know she felt what I felt too “I Callum Bellucci do.” I said with immense pride, taking the ring from the pillow on my sister's Gabriella's hand and I slid it into my girl's finger, bringing the back of her palm to my lips and kissing it.
“Do you, Ophelia Laurent, take Callum Bellucci as your husband, to love and to honor him, through joy and sorrow, in sickness and in health, ‘til death do you apart?” The part I loved most ‘til death do us part.’ and the part I also hated most of another man had said I do to instead of me.
She closed her eyes to stop her tears from flowing down her cheek and her mouth opened and close with hesitation, if only she knew I had saved her from terror bringing her to a sweeter hell of mine, she would have been sucking my dick to thank me instead and not crying like some sought of bitch “Ophelia…”
“I…I do.” With shaky hands, she took the ring, and I held my hand out to her, my breath trembling like an excited little boy. She slid the ring onto my finger, and the feel was pleasurable, and I almost squeaked like a little girl.
“You are mine now baby, fucking mine just as I am yours too.” Her face flashed with disgust and hate for me which wouldn't last for long when I sealed my lips with hers when the priest asked us to.
“With the power vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kis..” I didn't let him get through with it before I slammed my lips on my wife, my fuck
ing wife!! I screamed in my insane head. My wife tried blocking my tongue from prying into her sweetness, but she had no idea of how I loved a challenge, a chase.