Married To Mr. Devil

"Will you marry me?"

Jasmine walked to a man standing in the corridor.

Her lips parted in a soft gasp as he turned to her.

His dark blue eyes stared at her in a dark, ominous way, her eyes tailed his body down, and he was down to earth.

"This would do just fine." She mumbled in fear, my eyes flickering.

The man looked across the corridors, but the next man was far away from him.

"Me?" He pointed at his nose. "Are you referring to me?"

His brows narrowed followed by a chuckled after Jasmine nodded.

"A stranger?" He scoffed, his warm breath hit her face. "You go around marrying strangers?"

"It's a marriage of convenience. We will go our separate ways after that."

The man tilted his head slightly, barely giving it a thought.

"I'm Damon, and you're mine now."

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Two hours ago, Jasmine had dreamt of a beautiful and happy life with her fiancé, Stefan, but things changed.

The wedding guests fidgeted in their seats, waiting for the arrival of the groom. The door opened, but to their surprise, it was the bride. The groom was supposed to be at the altar before now.

Jasmine's heart palpitated, her greatest fear was becoming a reality right in front of her eyes and she couldn't control it.

"Where is Stefan?" Jasmine whispered to her friend, Cecilia, who was beside her as she forced a smile and walked up the aisle.

"I have no idea, he was supposed to be here."

The two ladies faces marred with worry.

"He would be here soon." Jasmine convinced herself as she stood at the altar alone, her eyes fixated at the door.

The door opened, caught the attention of all, and it was indeed Stefan who was obviously not dressed for the wedding.

"What are you doing, Stefan? You should be ready." She tried to whisper to him while staying calm as he walked up to her.

"Get ready for what? Marry you?" He burst out in a loud, hilarious laugh and looked at her. "Nobody will ever marry a person like you, besides, my work here is done."

A gasp rippled through the crowd, disappearing into the air as the guests turned to each other in disbelief.

Jasmine's heart was shattered into a million pieces as she tried to comprehend what was going on.

"Is this a prank?" A flicker of hope that it is beamed in her eyes.

Shaking his heart slightly, Stefan walked out of the church, leaving everyone amused except for Jasmine, who was heartbreak.

There, she made a choice. One that she would regret all her life.

Jasmine ran into the corridor and found a stranger to marry her.

"Do you, Damon Forbes, take Jasmine Stones as your lawfully wedded wife?" The pastor asked.

Jasmine's eyes found Damon's, scared of being betrayed by this stranger she was about to get married to, she prayed silently.

"Yes, I do."

A feeling of relief swept through Jasmine's body.

"Do you Jasmine Stones take Damon Forbes as your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

And that was it, their fate was sealed together for a year.

A few hours later, Jasmine and Damon were in the hotel Jasmine had booked earlier. While Jasmine was in the bathroom, Damon pondered on what Stefan meant by:

"....my work here is done."

Jasmine walked out of the bathroom, cladded in a towel and patting her body when my gaze locked with Damon. His piercing eyes made her uncomfortable, and she looked away.

"I know this is awkward, but you don't always have to give me that look." Her unwavering voice tried to find its balance as she turned her posterior to him.

"It's fine, I kind of needed it too." A smirk cut across his face.

She turned to look at him, her brows narrowed, trying to figure out what he meant, but he kept mute.

The next morning, Jasmine decided to out on the beach.

"I'll come with you." Damon uttered, getting out of bed and dressing up.

After dressing, he walked closer to her and grabbed her hand and made his way out of the room, but she kept staring at him.

"Should I be scared you're staring? Or you're just being creepy." He halted and turned to her with his cold face and a stern look that marred his face.

"Oh! Sorry about that, just....." Her gaze fell on their locked hands.

He shuddered, "I thought we were married, wouldn't it be nice to act it well?"

"Sure." She pouted her lips, not knowing what to do.

They got to the beach and found a space which they occupied. Damon sat on the beach while Jasmine took off her jacket, revealing her sexy hourglass shape in a bikini.

"Should I be scared you're staring? Or you're just being creepy." She teased as she jumped into the ocean.

He recognized it instantly but couldn't place it, that mark was one he would never forget.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and was about to punch in some numbers when he noticed some weird looking people. They were dressed in suits but had their eyes on him and Jasmine.

His instincts kicked in immediately, and he walked to the Ocean's bank.

"Hey, sweetie. Why don't we take this fun somewhere special?" A grin contoured with a wink was all it took to convince her.

"Sure," She smiled and stepped out of the water.

Though she had no idea who this man might be, it was all she had always wanted – to be treated like a spoiled princess.

He grabbed her jacket and helped her wear it.

"Thanks."

He wrapped his arm around her, which made her weirdly uncomfortable.

"Hey, Damon. I know you're..... But this is going too far."

"What should be going far are your leg." He whined, keeping a straight face that made his piercing eyes even more scary.

Jasmine soon noticed some men walking behind them, fastening their pace as theirs and got scared.

"What's going on? Are we being followed?"

"No, I'm being followed because they know who I am." He briskly uttered, pushed her into an elevator and shut it.

He turned to the men with a sly evil grin.

"Why don't we deal with this like men?"

A slightly hefty man among them walked closer to him, placed him hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes.

"Next time, stay away from such women......"

He walked past Damon with the other men and got in the elevator.

".... Take it as advice."

"That mark!" His jaw dropped.