Chapter 3 BRIDGE OF MARRIAGE

Kassidy's POV:

I woke up with a groan as I felt a knock-out pain that shot through my head. I stayed there with my eyes shut for some moments before clutching my head.

Slowly opening my eyes, it dawned on me that I was in a moving vehicle.

I sat up as fast as I could, not knowing when I got into a car.

The last thing I remembered was my head hitting the...I gasped as I remembered Bruno.

Fully conscious, I leaned against the car door, trying to stay away from him.

Suddenly, I heard a humorless chuckle. I raised my gaze to see him leaning against the door on his side with his index finger resting on his lips.

"You're lucky I didn't. I was about to screw you the moment you fainted." He said without looking at me.

The car suddenly stopped and I looked around as though I would find out where we were by merely checking the surroundings.

He got out of the car after the driver unlocked it.

Then the door suddenly opened on my side, before I got down with surprise.

Even though it was an act of service, I felt special with that little gesture.

Nobody had opened a door for me before.

I stepped down from the car and followed Bruno as he headed towards the mansion before us.

I gasped at the sight of this breathtaking mansion, the beauty of it captivated my eyes and the atmosphere was so calm and overwhelming.

The pool was lit up, casting different shades of light as water sprouted into it. I stopped when he did, at his doorstep, before he opened the door.

"Oh my gosh, you're back." A lady said, kissing him on the cheek.

I was confused, seeing her dressed in an outfit that left very little to the imagination.

"Bruno, I hope you haven't forgotten what you promised me, hmm?" Another lady walked up while both ladies pulled him in.

I was still dazed, trying to understand what was going on.

Then gently, I stepped into the house.

My brows were furrowed as one of the ladies turned to me with a cocked brow before turning to Bruno once again.

"Who is she?" She asked Bruno who turned towards me, narrowing his gaze.

His eyes gave absolutely nothing away.

The nonchalance in them stated how much he just didn't care about me. Then the first girl's eyes dropped to my fingers.

"Oh, this...this is your wife? Why didn't you introduce us?" She stepped closer to me with a warm smile that I knew wasn't sincere. "I'm Cassie. Nice to finally meet you." She stretched her hand, which I hesitantly took. She gave me a tight smile.

"Adriana." The second Lady said as she stepped closer and took my hand, shaking it with a smile. Feigned, I must add. "We're going to be needing him for the night." She added.

She moved to him, rubbing her hands on Bruno. He grasped her ass, causing her to gasp as her chest touched his. He smirked down at her, and of course, I knew these were his mistresses.

"You might have to excuse us." Adriana moved towards me and pushed me out the door. "I'm sure your husband wouldn't mind." Then she slammed the door against my face. Tears dropped from my eyes because of how I was being treated. It felt like a continuation from where my so-called family stopped.

Even my husband didn't love me. But I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn't a real marriage.

The wind blew harshly, brushing against my skin. I shuddered the moment I felt it.

The night cold was terrible, and within a few moments, I was freezing.

Still in my white dress, I knelt on the ground and wrapped an arm around myself. I felt so lonely at this point, not even knowing what to feel because everything was taken away from me. I had nothing anymore to give or to receive. And here I was, wondering why life had to be so harsh.

The fact that I was ousted, even by my husband's mistresses, on the first day I stepped into his house made me anticipate a lot of unpleasant surprises ahead. I hugged my leg to my chest as I tried to keep myself warm.

"Oww, Bruno! I can't..." A series of giggles along with moans followed.

"Stop being a baby and take it like a good girl," I heard grunts, and it was starting to gross me out. I covered my ears, but they were so loud.

"Bruno!!!"

"You're both so tight good!"

I rummaged through my purse and got my phone before dialing a number.

"Damien, Damien, Damien." I searched my call history and clicked on his number. He picked up almost immediately. "Damien."

"What's wrong?" He asked with concern in his tone.

"I need your help."

"Where are you?" He said and I could hear some papers in the background like he was packing them up as fast as he could.

"I'll send you the address." I sobbed.

Soon he arrived at the gate, while I hurriedly rose and rushed towards the car.

Damien got out while I hugged him. His grip on me was tight as I sobbed on his shirt. I felt him kiss my forehead a few times.

"It's okay, I'm here now," he stroked my hair before pulling away and cupping my face. "Let's get to my place first," he said, his eyes darkening as they shifted to the mansion behind me. I nodded while he went ahead to open up the car door for me.

He shut the door and hurried to his side before starting the car. My face was turned to the window throughout our drive.

The street lights lit the road up as we zoomed past some cars.

I didn't say anything... couldn't say anything. I just wanted peace and quietness.

We arrived at his mansion. Everything about Damien screamed old money.

From his mansion to the way he dressed and even the way he treated women.

With his calming presence and excellent listening skills, he provided me with the support I desperately needed during this difficult time. Our childhood friendship has always been characterized by being there for one another, just as he is for me now.

There, we got down from his car, and he opened the door for me, helping me step out of the car.

Seeing that I was too weak to walk, his eyes met mine. His icy blue eyes were observant, as though he was searching for a sign to execute his intentions.

I didn't understand but I trusted him so I didn't care what followed after this.

He placed one hand behind my shoulder and the other beneath my thigh and lifted me. I didn't even protest.

He always did this whenever I was this way. We entered the building and he took me up the stairs till we were in a room. I enjoyed the sweet-smelling fragrance that came from him, as much as I enjoyed being carried, even though it was for a short period.

After placing me on his bed, he crouched and stared at me in the eyes.

My eyes watered with tears. I'd missed Damien so much. After all these years I was finally meeting him again.

The last time we met physically was when I was ten.

I was nineteen now, and he still answered my calls as if we had just met yesterday.

"I saw everything on the news. It's all over the internet that you both are married." He began.

"I didn't plan for any of it to happen," I said as I looked at him.

"I know you didn't sweetheart." He said stroking my hair.

"I had no choice," I sobbed again. "And even now, I can't be in my husband's house in peace because of his mistresses. I would have slept outside in the cold if you hadn't come for me," I said, still sobbing, while he hugged me to his chest. We stayed like that for a while before he gently pulled away. He grabbed my chin with his index finger, my tears still dropping.

Our eyes lingered for a moment too long before his lips connected to mine.

I didn't protest.