Chapter 17

• Michael parked in front of his parents’ mansion. He turned off the engine and sighed; he wanted so badly to talk to the woman beside him. He knew he had hurt her tonight, and heaven knows he didn’t want to, at least not physically. If she hadn’t shouted at him or talked back at him, he wouldn’t have done it. He is used to shouting to people, and they would stand there with their heads low; none of them dared to look at him, let to talk of to shout at him. But she did, and it annoyed him.
• He glanced at her and saw her sitting with her head bowed, obviously waiting for him to get out of the car first, he felt the impulse of reaching out to touch her, and when his hands wanted to obey, he clenched it to stop himself, why should he console her? What he did tonight is not up to a quarter of what she did to him. The law of nature said that thou shall reap what thee sow, and she is only reaping hers, so why should he feel bad? The main reason for marrying her was to get back at her, the pain she had made him live in for years. He only wanted her to have a taste of it and this night is just the beginning. Thinking to that, he got out of the car and walked passed all the servants there that greeted him.
• Sasha followed after him and smiled at the servants that greeted her; no matter what, she has to act happy, she can’t let anyone know what is happening in home and not just because she didn’t want them to gossip but that she is now having an inkling fear that she may be married to a monster. His attitude tonight had just proven that he is not the man she can afford to offend; it seems like she is married to the devil himself.