"I get what I want" ..and now he wants me. What do we do? We can't fight someone as powerful as him. How in the world did he meet me? How did the thought of marrying me cross his mind? I know one thing, I am stuck in a very dire situation.

At night I went to Mum's room to talk to her about it,

"Mum..." I called her.

"Yes, dear" Mum mused.

"We can't do anything.." I said in a low voice, utterly defeated.

"What is it?" My mom worriedly asked why she had never seen me this weak before. I was never like this, he broke me. I hate him.

"Mum.. He is Raymond Smith..." I showed his biography to my mom. My mom smiled at me and said,

"I know who he is... but I also know my Violet, who isn't scared of anything. I am sure she isn't thinking of giving up. She must have been thinking of making him regret his decision. Am I wrong?" My mother's words suddenly encourage me. That's right! Me is me. I am not going to lose hope. I won't let him get his way, I have to break boundaries if I want to liberate myself from him. I took a deep breath and smiled and hugged her.

"Thanks...mum" My mum smiled and said,

"I know the police can't do a thing...but we can..."

"How?" I asked, pulling away.

"Wait, my love." My mum kissed my forehead as I slept with my mother.

Raymond POV:-

I smiled at the mirror as I got ready to meet my future wife. Just the thought of her being mine makes my heart flutter. She is one in a million, made just for me and I will get her. She is retained to be mine the moment I laid my eyes upon her. When I behold her, she belongs to me. All she needs is to polish her manners to become my ideal wife. She needs to be tamed to be the one I want her to be, might be a doll whose strings are attached to me. Sickening, Isn't it? But that's who I am. I want her, I get her. I don't care about love, I don't care about emotions, I need her and will get her. With or without force.

I cancel all my meetings just to meet her.Why? Of course we need to decide on the day of marriage.

I went to her house. My love leaves the house around 11. So, I reached her home at 10. She must have been awake. I got out of my car and rang the bell of her house. Her mother opened the door. I smiled at her as she gave me a shocked look, not expecting me to knock upon her door but soon regain her posture and welcomed me. At least Violet isn't like her mother. I know that much.

"Hello Ma'am. Good to see you. And I am very sorry for what happened last night." I said in a decent way possible, trying to compensate for what I did that night.

She just gave me a small smile and said,

"I hope she is not an infatuation"

"Oh no Ma'am, I truly love her. I will try my best to make her happy." Well only if she behaved herself.

"I hope so.."She gestured me to take a seat as I sit down she said,

"Violet is still sleeping. She is not feeling well"

"Is she alright?" I asked, concerned.

"She is just a little tired... I shall go and check up on her. Make yourself at home" She said as she left I smiled at her. I looked around and saw a wall filled with pictures. I smiled sadly at them. What a happy family. I am sure they must have sweet moments of love as well. How fortunate a person can be to have a loving family, not cruel parents which rip your emotions out from your soul, leaving you as an empty vessel of desires and need. I am glad I have Celine to remind me I am still alive. The Pictures were so beautiful. Violet, Her Mother, Her Father, Her Brother. If i recall correctly, her father died when she was 15. She must be devastated about her Father's death, unlike me who felt nothing when my Parents died. Maybe because they made me like this.