The Crimson Veil Crimson Veil Series 1: The Contract Bride

THE NIGHT WAS WILD-THE ENTIRE RESORT WAS SURROUNDED BY BLINDING LIGHTS. THE MUSIC WAS BLASTING, ACCOMPANIED BY THE CHATTERING NOISE OF BOTH LAUGHTER AND SHOUTS OF GLEE.

Despite the noise around me, I could still hear my heart pounding loudly. I was being followed by my crazy-no, by my obsessed ex-boyfriend. The same ex-boyfriend who threatened to spread my "sex tape" on social media if I didn't get back together with him.

"Baby... the car's waiting. I know you're here. I can smell you. Come out," a drunk man's voice called. That was him, my ex-boyfriend. Just his voice sent shivers down my spine. Even now, I still couldn't fathom what possessed me to go out with him. Although our relationship lasted for only two weeks, it still counts.

I scanned my surroundings. I was currently hiding behind a bush, looking for an opportunity to escape without being seen by my crazy ex.

It was dark and I could barely see anything. Except for a man standing and drinking in the distance. A sudden urge to ask for help surged through my veins. I had no idea who that man was-but judging by his build, I knew that if we got into an aggressive situation, he could defend me.

So with all my strength, I got up on my feet and rushed towards the stranger. I lost my balance, probably because of my sudden run. And I was still wearing high-heeled sandals that were four inches tall. Thanks to that man's sturdy chest, I only bumped into him and didn't fall completely. Because if I did, I probably wouldn't just be kissing the ground right now. I might even eat it. Gross.

"What the hell, Miss-"

"H-Help me. Please. My ex-boyfriend has been chasing me-" I stopped talking when the man suddenly laughed. It was a short yet gentle laugh.

"Well, you should be proud. That only means someone thinks that you're worth chasing for," he said calmly. He then drank the entire liquor on his shot glass with a smirk on his face.

"Y-You don't understand. He's crazy obsessed with me! He's dangerous and-"

"BABY! I KNOW YOU'RE HERE! I CAN SMELL YOU! IF YOU DON'T COME OUT, I SWEAR YOU WON'T LIKE WHAT I'LL DO!"

I closed my eyes tightly, praying that Tyler wouldn't see me.

I was about to run away again because it seemed like I wouldn't get any help from this man, but he suddenly grabbed my hand. He pulled me closer to him.

"Was that him?" he asked.

I nodded urgently. I was about to run again, but his grip on my hand tightened.

"Do you have your visa with you?"

I was confused by his question. "Huh?" was all I could answer, shocked. Yes, I always carry my visa. It's in my wallet along with my other IDs. But what does my visa have to do with me asking him for help to hide?

"I said, do you have your visa with you?" the stranger repeated.

Even though I was confused, I just nodded. "Y-Yes-"

I couldn't speak anymore because the man suddenly pulled me away. He threw the shot glass he was holding somewhere. I had no choice but to go with him. Should I struggle, when Tyler was behind me and I could see him following us? His eyes were red as usual. They were even blazing.

"C-Can we please hurry? I-I don't care where you take me. J-Just please, get me out of here," I pleaded.

He glanced at me and smirked. He saw Tyler chasing after us, but he didn't seem the least bit nervous.

"Chill out. I'll take care of you," he said before winking.

He pulled me into a dark place. It was spacious. Based on what I felt under my feet, it was grassy.

"What are we supposed to do in here-" I didn't finish my sentence when the wind suddenly picked up. A loud sound coming from above followed. When I looked up, I saw where the strong wind and loud noise were coming from. Above us was a huge aircraft that seemed to be landing right before our eyes.

"CHÁTEAU DE LA LUNE. IT IS A RARE, LIMITED-PRODUCTION WHITE WINE FROM THE LOIRE VALLEY IN FRANCE. ONLY A FEW HUNDRED BOTTLES ARE PRODUCED EACH YEAR. THAT WAS WHY THEY ARE HIGHLY SOUGHT AFTER BY COLLECTORS AND CONNOISSEURS. I WAS LUCKY TO HAVE NOT JUST ONE, BUT SEVEN OF THIS."

I looked at the man with a blank expression. In his right hand was the bottle of the alcoholic drink he mentioned. In his other hand, he held two crystallized glasses.

The man walked up to me and sat in front of me. He placed his belongings on the small center table between us.

I was still processing everything that had happened. Tyler had been chasing me, I hid, I asked this stranger for help, and now I was already thousands of feet above the ground-sitting inside this private jet whose destination I didn't even know. Everything was happening so fast.

When I saw the man pouring the wine into the glasses, I panicked and immediately stopped him.

"D-Don't bother. I don't drink," I said simply.

The stranger looked at me with disbelief in his eyes.

"Are you serious?" He chuckled dryly. "I'm not aware that there are still girls out there who don't drink. Especially nowadays."

I was the one who couldn't believe him.

"Well, at least now you're aware. Thanks to me," I retorted.

He laughed again. "Yeah, thanks to you."

I didn't say anything anymore. I just turned my gaze to the window, even though I couldn't see much because it was night.

"I understand that you don't drink. But you should try this one. It's mild. It can't make you drunk if you only have a glass."

I turned back to him. He had already poured the wine into the two glasses and was now offering one to me.

Even though I was hesitant, I took the glass he was offering and silently took a small sip.

"So...?" he said afterwards, waiting.

Before I spoke, I forced myself to swallow the small amount of wine I had tasted. Sure, it was mild. It had a grape taste-something I was slightly surprised about because of its white color. I thought at first that it was probably made of a certain kind of rice. But I guess, with how technology evolves these days, almost anything is possible. The wine wasn't too harsh on the throat, even though it had a slight bite.

"It's... mild, just like you said. Not bad," I commented. "But I still don't feel like drinking. It doesn't look good for a woman like me to drink with a stranger who just flew me away without me knowing where he's taking me."

For a moment, he looked surprised. His mouth slightly gaped open as he looked at me in disbelief. But after a while, he laughed.

"Don't worry, I'm not gonna judge you on that. I don't like conservative shit either," he said. "But anyways, Damon is the name. Damon Ignaci. I'm sure, you already heard of me."

The stranger's name echoed several times in my head. Damon Ignaci...

And yes, he was indeed right. I had already heard his name. Many times. I knew him just by his name and some pictures. I had no idea what he looked like in person. He looked so handsome-even better than he did in his pictures. And what the people who had seen him in person said was true-he looked like a very masculine demi-god. Amazing. I just noticed it now after finally staring at his face for seconds.

"You heard about me already, didn't you?" he said with a hint of pride, calmly taking a sip of his wine.

I slowly nodded. "Y-Yeah, I guess so."

He chuckled once again. "I'm certain, by now you already know who I am. But what about your name?"

"I'm Win-Soirye. Just call me "Soirye"," I introduced myself. Of course, I'm Winter. But I am also Soirye. So I wasn't lying when I introduced myself to him. I just introduced myself to him by my second name. And I did it for a reason. Some reason.

Amazement became visible on his face after what I said.

"Was your name... "Siri" as in the Amazon AI Siri?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"It's... S-O-I-R-Y-E. Soirye. It's complicated, isn't it?" I said with a laugh.

"Nah. It's actually... cool. So feminine," he complimented.

"You too. Damon is such a masculine name."

"Yeah. But the sound, it's not good. Like Damon, Demon," he said and laughed again.

That time, I wasn't able to resist my smile too. I was also laughing at how quickly things were happening now. To add to that, this was definitely a one in a million moment. I mean, what are the odds that the person I would ask for help would be Damon Ignaci? And I only asked for help, didn't I? Yet here I am, riding his private jet. It wasn't a secret that many women-and when I say "many", I'm not just talking about hundreds of women. And according to some news, Damon Ignaci was rarely seen in the country. He's half-Filipino, half-Italian. But he didn't visit either country more often. Based on what I read and heard, the man wasn't tied down to one country. And that made our encounter even more like something straight out of a nutshell.

"Anyway, it's so nice meeting you, Soirye. And now that we already know each other, how about we drink to celebrate our first accidental meeting?" he said with a smile.

I smiled back. I nodded in agreement and clinked glasses with him before taking a sip. After I finished the wine in my glass, he poured me another.

"So, tell me about what happened earlier. That man, your ex, why is he after you?" he asked.

I don't know what came over me and I answered him. I don't usually discuss my life in public or with other people, especially if I don't know them. But this man seemed to have a power to reign over me. I found myself telling him everything. From how I met Tyler, how I accidentally got drunk and he's been claiming that something happened between us that night and everything was recorded, how I broke up with him after I realized how pathetic of a person he is, and how he's been chasing me and blackmailing me for almost a month now.

"But I thought, you're not into drinking," Damon commented with a mischievous smile. He even shook his head.

"I'm not. It just happened that night because I was at a close friend's party and I couldn't refuse," I defended myself. I even glared at him to shut him up and stop him from laughing his ass off.

"So you're saying that he doesn't want to let you go and he's blackmailing you using that hell of a sex tape you had?"

"Allegedly. I haven't even seen that sex tape he's talking about," I clarified.

He nodded and fell silent as if he was thinking. I just kept myself busy by drinking. I was slowly getting used to the taste of the wine. I kept taking sips-maybe because I was starting to get drunk or maybe, because I was so angry at Tyler, which was amplified because we were talking about his lame threats.

"You know what? I have a proposal. I can ensure your safety against that ex-boyfriend of yours. But of course in return, you have to help me, as well."

I looked at him with furrowed brows. I didn't say anything. But I'm sure, my expression clearly said that I wanted to hear more of his "proposal".

"It might sound lame but... I'm talking about marriage here. Marry me and I'll protect you even to the point that you already don't need my protection. And in return, you have to act as my wife and help me score my trillions inheritance. Deal?"

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"When we land, you'll be Mrs. Ignaci."

I immediately smiled at the thought. I don't know if this is normal-agreeing to marry a man I've only known for less than a day-and getting butterflies over it. There's really something wrong with me, isn't there?

We had just finished drinking and right now, we were laying in this cozy bed beside each other. We were just inside his private jet's room, but it was so beautiful, I'd think we were inside a high-end, luxurious 5-star hotel. Every detail of the room was intricately flawless. It was as if this entire jet was once owned by royalty. Or maybe, Damon was the royalty himself.

Moments later, I felt Damon move closer to me. I was lying on my side, facing away from him. There was still a space between us where another person could fit. But when he moved closer, I felt the space around me slowly shrink. I tried to move away, but I failed. And to forbid me from ever moving again, Damon wrapped his arm around my waist, drawing me closer to him.

I swallowed hard when I felt a hard object pressing against my back. It was followed by Damon's rhythmic breathing. With each breath, warm air brushed against my nape. It caused goosebumps all over my body. My heartbeat sped up. I suddenly felt hot even though the room was cold because of the air conditioner that had been on for a while.

"My Soirye..." he murmured moments later, right next to my ear. After that, I felt his tongue gently caressing my earlobe. His warm, sensual tongue.

"D-Damon, what are you doing? P-Please, stop-"

"Sshh." His arm, which had been wrapped around my waist, now created a path straight to my chest. Seconds later, he was already cupping my breast, seemingly not minding that I was still wearing my bra.

"D-Damon, please-" I couldn't finish my sentence because he suddenly rolled me over. He pinned my hands above my head as he kissed me with burning desire.

I tasted a mix of alcohol and mint as he kissed me. And I must admit, I enjoyed everything he was doing. But still, it was clearly a mistake. We had only known each other for a couple of hours. But despite my mind trying to stop me, my body was taking over. Besides, I had had too much to drink and I was weak from the alcohol.

"I want you now, My Soirye," Damon whispered in my ear. Seduction and need were obvious in his voice. And hearing those, I felt obligated. It felt like it is my responsibility to help him release the heat he was feeling in his body.

I swallowed hard.

Just then, I felt Damon's lips devour my neck. Only one hand was holding both of my hands. His other hand started to roam around my body. From my breast, to my waist, to my hips-it went everywhere before he decided to stop. It stopped right in front of my private. He started caressing it gently.

"Hmm..." I couldn't help but moan as I felt his finger entering my wet private.

"Did you just moan, My Soirye? Fuck..." he murmured. Following that, his finger started moving in and out of my womanhood even faster. At first, I only felt one finger throbbing inside and out of me. But after a while, I felt him add another. And it made me feel even more pleasured. I moaned even louder.

He released my hands, but not to let me go, but to unceremoniously remove the clothes covering my body. He seemed annoyed because he was having trouble removing my dress. It was a strapped silk dress. So instead of taking it off properly, he pulled it roughly. My eyes widened as I heard the fabric tear apart.

"M-My dress-"

"Don't mind it. I'll buy you tons of that dress once we land," Damon said.

He managed to get the dress off my body by ripping it. When only my underwear remained on my body, he stared at me with a smirk on his face.

I immediately tried to cover my body with my hands. I was embarrassed by his sudden stare at my body. It was the very first time a man had stared at my almost naked body. Except for Tyler, if what he said in his threats was true.

I felt the rush of embarrassment engulf me. It was so embarrassing.

But then, Damon suddenly reached for my hands. He slowly removed them from covering my body. Then he smiled.

"No need to feel embarrassed. You should be proud. You're so perfect, My Soirye..." Then he kissed me again.

Because of what he said, I slowly started to feel at ease. I became comfortable doing this with him. At first, I was hesitant. But as time went on, I realized I was keeping up with every move he made. If he was kissing me, I would kiss him back. And when I did that, it seemed to awaken his manhood even more. He became more aggressive than before.

While he was kissing me, he slowly removed the remaining clothes on my body. Until there was nothing left. Then he stared at me again.

"Damon, please..." I pleaded shyly, which he just laughed at.

He climbed on top of me again and started kissing me. But I was surprised by what he did next. He managed to switch our positions in less than a second. He was now lying down and I was on top of him. It made me feel even more embarrassed. Because I was completely naked on top of him, while he was still wearing his pants. He was shirtless, alright. But compared to me, who was completely exposed to his eyes, it was different.

"Worship me, My Soirye," he murmured, gently pulling my hair.

"H-Huh? What-" My eyes widened when he suddenly pushed me down. Right in front of my eyes was an obvious bulge in his pants. I swallowed hard.

He took my hands and placed them on his pants' button.

"Take it from here, My Soirye," he commanded.

All of a sudden, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own. They started moving, from unbuttoning Damon's pants to lowering the zipper.

My cheeks flushed and I felt even more embarrassed when I noticed that the bulge between his thighs seemed to have grown even bigger.

"Don't be afraid, My Soirye. It doesn't bite. Come on..."

He held the back of my head and gently lowered it towards the "bulge." Right now, it was clear to me what he wanted me to do. And despite being nervous, I felt the urge of excitement rush through my veins. It was as if I couldn't wait any longer to satisfy him at my best.

Moments later, his rigid manhood stood right in front of my eyes. I swallowed hard. It was so huge... Probably like eight inches or nine.

"Surprised?" Damon proudly asked. Even without looking at him, I knew he was smirking.

I couldn't speak.

"He's waiting to be touched," he said, referring to his pride and joy.

My hands were trembling as I tried to hold it for the first time. It was warm, it was hard. Damon guided my hands in stroking his manhood up and down. But even when he released my hand, I continued what I was doing. That's when I heard him groan.

"Fuck! You're so good at this, My Soirye. You sure you didn't do it before?" he asked, tightening his grip on my hair.

I didn't say anything and just smiled, ready to level up the battle. I licked his manhood from the bottom to its tip. Then I tried my best for my mouth to handle it all. Then I moved my head up and down while doing it.

Damon's groan became even louder. He started to swear and his grip on my hair tightened. Sometimes, he would push my head up and down himself.

It took us several minutes before he finally asked me to stop. He laid me back on the bed. Then he spread my legs wide. I thought for a moment that he was about to throb inside me. But it turns out, I was wrong. He spent seconds just staring at my face.

"You sure you wanna do it?" I heard him whisper moments later.

I looked away. "I-If I say "no", will you stop?"

"Y-Yeah. But please, don't tell me to stop."

I smiled at him. "Enter me, please."

He nodded and slightly smiled back.

"This may hurt a bit but promise, it'll be worth it."

I just nodded my head and closed my eyes shut, waiting for him to make a move.

Moments later, I felt something slowly entering my womanhood. It was huge and hard, so I was sure it wasn't Damon's finger anymore.

I felt the slight pain caused by what Damon did. A tear also fell down my eye as I hugged him tightly.

For a moment, I felt him inside me. He didn't move immediately after entering me. He stayed in that position for seconds.

"My Soirye..." he murmured again in my ear.

I could only respond with a soft moan.

Moments later, he started to move. It was gentle at first. And as he said, the pain I felt slowly went away. It was replaced by a strange tingling and sensation that I couldn't explain. As the pain slowly disappeared, he started moving faster in and out of me. For a moment, I thought I was going to pass out. His fast rhythmic moves made me feel crazy. And crazy in the best way possible.