R-Rafael. I know you're angry right now but I think you should c-calm down" I put my hands out before me.

I guess that didn't work as he inched forward, slowly, like a predator.

"Why don't we play a game, love. I'll give you ten seconds to hide, and if I find you, you'll stay here. With me. In my room. But, if the opposite happens, you're free to go"

"No! I don't want to play your sick games, I want to go-"

"Ten"

Stomping to where he was, I looked right at him. Who does he think he is, making a deal with me which I haven't even accepted.

"I'm getting the feeling you want to stay with me tonight, my sweet. Although I'd be loving every second of it"

"Now, seven" my eyes widened. I ran out of the room, faster than Usain Bolt could finish a hundred metres and looked around in panick. Where do I go? This house was like a maze!

"Four!" His voice drawled out casually. Whereas my heart beat erratically.

I ran down the stairs in record time, as I could hear the door slam shut from above. He must be out looking for me. I rushed towards the huge front room. I had no time to admire the beauty.

The floor to ceiling curtains seemed like a great place to hide. He wouldn't ever know I'm here. So I rushed behind them, and shifted the curtains in order to make them look as natural as possible.

Right now all I had to do was wait. My hand was placed over my chest in an attempt to calm it down. It was beating too loud. I feared the demons assassin skills would be able to pick up on it.

"Come out come out wherever you are, kitten" his deep voice sang out from close by. How did he know I was downstairs. Must've heard me stomping down like an elephant.

"You can run, but you can't hide" his voice was near. If possible, my heartbeat increased much more. If he found me, I'd be stuck here for the night. And I didn't want that. Not at all.

There was a sudden silence. My ears were straining to hear something, anything. It was almost like the silence before the storm.

It was then I heard footsteps retreating away from the room. The lights also suddenly went off. I sighed in relief. Peeling away the curtains seemed like a scary task, now that it was dark and also extremely quiet.

Thankfully there was no sight of the demon. With hesitant steps, I came out of my hiding and tentatively walked towards the door. It was hard to see anything.

What was he playing at? Did he think I'm upstairs? No. That couldn't be it.

Nevertheless I stepped outside the room, on high alert as I glanced to the left and then the right. Good. No sign of the demon.

I walked forwards apprehensively towards the kitchen. All that running and my nerves going haywire made me extremely thirsty. My heart rested at the empty kitchen. I didn't know where the light switch was located so I instead used my phone to manoeuvre around.

Finally locating the sink, I rinsed and filled the glass, which was situated on the countertop, to the very top. Bismillah. And I drank.

"Boo" a deep voice suddenly said causing me to choke on the water. A series of uncontrollable coughs were let out as I tried to breath. I could feel a large hand gently hitting me from the back in an attempt to bring the water back up.

Alhamdulillah it worked.

But, knowing who must've saved me at this time caused spiders to crawl around my skin.

I'll give you ten seconds to hide, and if I find you, you'll stay here. With me. In my room.

His words played in my mind, stopping me from thanking him there and then. He wanted to use me for his sick self. I had no reason why he wanted me to stay so badly with him, and that too in his room. I'm sure he'd have many girls willing to be with him night and day thanks to his model like features.

But not me. I wasn't any of those girls, except, right now, I sure felt like them. There was always that one thought that would pass by your brain, making you second-guess yourself.

I was too stuck In my world to notice the demon speaking. I didn't want to hear him. And neither did I want to stay in his presence any longer. But I didn't have a choice. I never did.

"I love a good chase" he rasped. After realising I wouldn't speak, he continued speaking.

"Now that the games over, let's go. Don't forget what I said dear" how could I. Those words were what pushed me to hide away from you, but I guess, fate had other plans.

"Rafael" he stopped in his steps, but didn't turn around.

"Can you consider what I said to you. Please, I need to go home. I don't find it comfortable staying here alone" why not give it one more try. Hopefully he may reconsider his decision.

"You're with me, there's no reason for you to be alone" I internally growled and just about rearranged his face many times mentally.

"You're not my husband!" He turned around and even in the dark, I could tell he was glaring at me. He was definitely angry.

"You're not my husband Rafael. It's forbidden for me to be here, alone with you. Why don't you get that!"

"Well love, since you're so worried about that, why don't we fix it" I listened on carefully, not understanding what he was insinuating.

"Marry me" my world stopped. M-marry him?! Was he feeling okay. Did he even know the responsibilities of marriage?! I was too young to get married. I'd just recently turned nineteen, for gods sake!

"Y-you don't mean that. You can't possibly mean that, especially when you've only known me for a month!" I tried to reason.

"I don't waste my time on futile words. Whatever I say goes. Whatever I want, I get" his voice raged out In authority. He stepped forwards, pushing me against him. My hands acted as a barrier between us. No amount of pushing and shoving would get him away from me.

"Rafael, I can't possibly marry you" I cried out. There were a millions reason why I couldn't continue with what he wanted. My family would be distraught. I would be distraught. Everything I worked for would be put on hold.

Marriage was like a scared bond for me, but for Rafael, I don't think he viewed it like that. He just wanted me for himself. He just wanted someone whom he could have authority over. Someone he could control.

"I don't think you understand, love" No! I don't think you understand! He dipped his face next to my face, the light stubble tickling against my cheeks.

"You belong to me. Ever since you signed that letter, you belonged to me. So god help me if you think otherwise" he sighed out In frustration. This was not supposed to happen. My eyes watered automatically upon hearing his words.

Signing that letter was nothing but a cage. Had I known it wasn't entirely for my safety, but for the demons sick possession, I would never have signed it. I would have happily died at the hands of Rafael had it ever come to that.

I didn't realise when I'd let out a sob until that was all I heard in the silent kitchen. My voice echoed in the room, creating an atmosphere of deep melancholy. The demon pulled me to him tighter, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

"I will give you time to adjust to this decision, my love. But know, you will be mine one way or another. Not come, let's go to sleep. I've had a long day today" you think so. I internally scoffed.

There was so much I wanted to do. I wanted to scream. Shout. Push him away. But I decided to listen. My words didn't have an effect on him, and I doubt they ever would.

We soon reached his room. He gently pushed me in from behind, locking the door shut. He disappeared into the en suit. I sent a quick message to Lameesa to not worry about my whereabouts.

I was forced to lie. I told her an emergency came up in the hospital and I had to be there as part of my student training. She replied back almost instantly with an okay.

She told me she was busy revising for an upcoming exams, hence why she was awake at such a time. I wish that was my life where the only worry for me was exams and university.

Rafael came out the bathroom in record time, now shirtless with only joggers on. I looked away instantly, not wanting to commit more haram than I already was. My cheeks were a deep red, I'm sure.

Despite his deep chuckle, I refused to turn around. I could hear his bare feet on the marble pattering closely. The heat from his body did nothing to calm me down. Instead it filled me with the urge to get away from him.

"Do you not want to clean up, love" he rasped in his deep voice. I shut my eyes tightly. "I'm not your love! So stop calling it me" I stepped away not wanting to even breath the same air as him.

He tutted from behind as chills made their way down my spine. "We're soon to be married Laila, so it's only reasonable you're going to be my love"

"I didn't agree to this marriage. I do not want to get married to you" I turned around in fury. His shirtless state made me intensely stare into his eyes. A slow smirk appeared on his face as he turned away from me and Into, I'm presuming, his walk in closet.

His deep voice sounded from far away. "I find it very amusing you think you have a choice" he came back out with a shirt on, fixing it over his waist. I kept my eyes on his face.

"This is marriage, Rafael, not a joke. Of course I would have a choice" I retorted back. "Not here you don't. Your families on the line here love. Your family in England I'm presuming. Oh and do you really think I wouldn't know about Lameesa?" A thoughtful look played on his face. He would have made a great actor had he not been the Mafia lord. I could see right through this facade of his.

He offered me a sly smirk.

What truly lay beneath it all was a smart and conniving man. Something bad would happen to my family if I didn't comply, but they'd be devastated having learned their only daughter went to Spain and somehow returned a married women.

And poor Lameesa. The demon must know she also witnessed what happened that night! But why me?

Ya Allah what do I do? How did I end up in this messed up situation!

"I do not want to hear anymore from you regarding this. I want you ready for bed in five minutes" he raised his eyebrows challenging me. He didn't need to. I wouldn't dare challenge him now. Not when he looked like he'd burst any second.

I walked to the en suit, shutting the door behind me. The person looking back was a tired and trapped soul. A shell of the person she was a month ago. Puffy eyes stared back at her, the red rims along them reminding her of what she'd witnessed. Death. Blood. Horror.

I looked around for a spare toothbrush and was surprised to find a new one placed on the counter. Separating it from the packet, i brushed my teeth and followed on with washing my face with cold water.

Now all that was left was something to wear. I couldn't wear the doctors uniform due to obvious reasons.

Hesitantly opening the door I looked around me. My eyes fell on the demon who was already looking at me.

"Ahem" I cleared my throat.

"Do you have any sleepwear?"

He nodded. "Si. The walk-in closets' to your right find anything to wear" I nodded.

This guy sure had a lot of clothes. From expensive suits to expensive watches and shoes. I was surprised he even had any casual clothes to wear, judging by the amount of suits he wore and had. Nevertheless, I checked through the different drawers until I located the t-shirt and joggers section. Picking out a shirt that was long-sleeve, I fiddled through the pile until my hands made contact with the soft joggers.

Perfect. I thought.

Changing my clothes, I exit the closet with the uniform neatly folded In my hands. I looked around awkwardly, wondering where to put the clothes. Rafael stood from the bed, taking the uniform from me and walking back into the closet.

I walked to the other side of the bed, grabbing the pillow.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you" I announced, placing the pillow on the floor. I heard him sigh in frustration before being lifted into the air.

"Put me down you beast" I screeched loudly.

My back made contact with soft mattress, but I couldn't focus on that. Not when Rafael loomed over me, his face right next to mine.

"You'll be sleeping here" I made a move to protest but he silenced me.

"I'm not done. I'll be sleeping in the room next door" I was surprised to say the least. "When we're married there won't be a day where you sleep outside of this room, without me" he said fiercely, the curly strands of hair teasing his eyes. I was too shocked to respond. How far did he think about this whole marriage situation?

The next thing he did was something I wasn't expecting. He leaned his tall frame down to my position and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. His hands cocooned my face between them. This would have been an intimate moment had this been my husband, but I didn't know what to feel right now.

I could never know what I felt around him. He made me confused of my emotions whenever he was around me, and that scared me.

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