Chapter 3: Dead honor

{Damien}

Damien threw on a pair of shorts and an oversized round neck.

Clearly frustrated, he followed his guards out.

"Measure?" He asked, dipping his fingers into his still wet hair.

Not as if his little bride could escape this mansion, but she's putting her life on the line if she acted impulsively.

She might die, which Damien clearly believes won't be his fault.

"I already dispersed the search team," his guards said. "And asked the security team to find her through the CCTV too"

Damien hummed, his fingers still combing his hair effortlessly. Of course, he doesn't seem bothered about his bride wanting to escape, nor does he care if she dies while trying to save herself....she couldn't escape anyway.

No! She couldn't save herself from him

But Damien didn't go out of his way to save a girl from his step brother just to have the girl killed under his roof.

And it's not as if her death means he loses, the stress of finding another girl to be his fake wife while she's obligated to keep silent about it dreaded Damien.

Signing, he pushed the door open, entering the room filled with electronic gadgets and people working on it.

His presence alone stops the working people to stand and greet their boss.

"Any news?" Damien moves to a table, snatching an electronic chip from the table. "Found her yet?"

"Not yet Sir," one guard replied, his hand shaking, probably terrified for not only having the deadly boss in the room but also beside him.

Damien, a 30yr old man whom the world believe to be the CEO of the most largest enterprises, clearly oblivious of how deadly of a mafia this man could be

His nickname ' angel during the day, and devil at night ' which only a chosen people know.

"Found her," Damien growled, his eyes glaring at his soon to be wife that's busy running through the woods.

If only Damien could fly up to her, then kick her in the shin for being such an impulsive little kid, but Damien doesn't beat a woman...at least not the one that's about to serve as dinner to his fluffy cute tiger anyway.

"That place..." One guard gasped, his eyes on the screen. "Is that not Eden eagle garden?"

A special garden only for the boss of the house to enter whenever he wants to feed a human eaten tiger he believes to be cute.

Damien cleared his throat, leaning into the screen to watch his bride carefully. A few steps away from where she's standing, then she'd be lost forever, down the tiger's throat even with her bones

It's a win win for him of course. He got the girl his step brother will kill to have, then his cute tiger had the girl for dinner.

Damien couldn't care, or at least he pretended not to care.

The girl means nothing to him, and of course, if she wanted to get herself killed, who's Damien to stop her?

But Damien has already promised her father, he's sworn to protect her in exchange for him getting married to her.

Though, the girl's father has requested financial help from him which he's granted solely to spite his stepbrother.

If his tiger eats her for dinner, he's already paid for her life, but it'll be a problem later because the girl's name and picture is already on the wedding card.

He cannot cancel the wedding, and it'll be a problem later if the press finds out he married another girl that's not on the IV.

"Such a fucking bitch!" Damien slipped out a curse, then sat at the empty chair beside him.

"Listen Iris," Damien spoke into the chips. The electronic gadgets carrying his voice through the mansion... Loud enough to make Iris halt her treasonous act. "If you take one more step from there, you'll be cleared on the surface of the earth."

Damien could see it... The reaction he wanted. The power his word carried across to the impulsive brat he's going to have as a wife.

He saw how her shoulder tensed, and he could almost hear her raggy breath.

But all these doesn't last, for the girl has taken a deep breath, and continued her journey... Totally ignoring the man's threat.

"This is not a threat, bitch!" Damien nearly smashed his fist on the table, but he heaved a sigh, drumming his fist on the table... Not enough to cause a ripple he's intended earlier.

He wanted to calm down, but his blood is at its highest boiling point.

If he goes out there, he might end up being the one who devours the girl.

Momentarily closing and opening his eyes. Damien really wished he'd not put himself in this situation, then he'd gladly offer up this bitch to his tiger.

"There's a tiger," he voiced out, his voice low, but audible enough for the chips to carry it around. "Which I've not fed tonight thanks to you. If you take more steps from there, then you'd be his dinner tonight."

But the girl ignored him and continued with her journey.

Angry is an understatement. Damien could use his mansion to start a fire and throw the girl in just to hear her cry... Her agony.

He wanted to watch her as she burn limbs by limbs for ignoring his warning... Something no one apart from his stepbrother has the ball to do.

"I'll get the search team."

"No. Get me the car"

Damien stood up, ripping the chips off his mouth and throwing it away.

"If she wants to die so much, then it'd be my honor"