"You think I'll just let you go, Danas?" asked Regan, gripping Danas' jaw.

Emotion was visible on the man's face. There was emotion visible in his eyes. The expression of fear on her face was very clear from the girl she called Danas, whose full name was Danas Cakrawala.

“Re-Regan. Le-let goes, it hurts.” Danas voice was so weak. Her eyes looked at the man in front of him, filled with emotion.

Raka Regan Mahameru, the owner of the company and the President and Director of the Neha'v Group, is engaged in the pharmaceutical sector. The man, who is not even 30 years old, has a handsome face with a firm jawline, and silver hair makes him look even more perfect. He is charismatic and elegant but has a cold aura that makes him unapproachable to any woman who tries to enter his life.

Who doesn't know that man, a cold man with so many awards given to him, of course, a woman's dream. Established, handsome, and wealthy is the outline description of the man.

"Remember, I will not let you go. Keep suffering," Regan said as he threw Danas on the floor. "Marrying me is not the end but the beginning of your suffering. It is well worth it for what you have done.”

“What the hell am I doing? Why do you hate me so much?”

“Don't pretend you don't know,” Regan snapped.

"I really don't know what you're talking about. What mistake have I made, that you want my life to suffer so much, huh! You have bankrupted my father's company, and you forced me to marry you, You just kill me."

Regan rested on the soles of her feet, then gripped Danas's jaw again, glaring at the girl on the floor. Seeing that there was resistance, he wanted to kill the girl in front of him.

“Kill you? I won't do it, I want you to feel every day is full of suffering, your days are full of hell. You even ask what did you do? Huh?! Until when, you will not admit the mistakes you have done?”

For Regan, killing Danas wasn't tricky. He could kill that girl whenever he wanted.

"What mistake did I do. Tell me. You always say I made a mistake, until you want to make my family and myself suffer. Tell me, Regan,” a high, snapping voice echoed through the room.

"Shut up. You have no right to call my name." Regan's hand slammed Danas's face violently, instantly causing him to fall to the floor.

That girl could only swallow her saliva, getting treated like that. Memories of a few days ago were still vivid in her mind when the man came to her house.

Regan's voice came, arguing with someone from a study in the wooden house.

"No, we can't possibly give our child to you," the middle-aged man insisted.

“You have no right to turn me down,” Regan insisted. “In three days, I will come. You guys have to prepare yourself from now on, and don't embarrass me," Regan added as he left.

Restrained tears. She was making Danas' feelings mixed up and down right then and there. Everything happened because of him.

When several people came to pick her up with her parents, it was clear to see the worry in the eyes of his parents.

"I can take care of myself, Mom. Don't worry, I'll be fine," Danas said.

"The feeling of Mother, Danas is not calm," said his mother.

The girl could only smile. Yes, only a smile can be carved on the lips. Even though his heart is mixed, she doesn't know how he feels.

The wedding dress was worn. She should be happy like a girl who becomes a queen for a day in general. Unfortunately, there was no happiness radiated on her face.

The glass in front of him seemed to reflect his body wrapped in a wedding dress.

“I used to love it! No, more precisely at the bottom of my heart there is still a feeling of liking him, but not as big as before when I admired his figure. Because I have to let go of things that make me suffer, but this time he's back and makes me suffer continuously," Danas thought.

“God, I don't know what you are planning for me. The road I'm going through right now is so hard for me, strengthen me," she thought again while raising the corners of her lips, sighing slowly.

A forced a smile on a happy day makes his heart so tormented. She must look pleasing and be satisfied in the eyes of other people and her parents.

Regan's treatment of her was indeed callous and ruthless.

Hearing the story of the man who had just become her husband a few hours ago made her have to steel herself to accept the harsh treatment that was about to happen.

“Danas, you have to survive. You can get through it," she said to encourage hirself.

Her face turned left and right to see Regan's grip marks.

"Yes, I certainly can," Danas said again, trying to smile.

She is now reflected in the mirror. She still looks beautiful, even without the slightest makeup.

When she looked at himself, there was a feeling of tightness in her heart, pain that made her tears flow without being ordered. A few moments later, sobs broke out in the room decorated all white, and rose petals were scattered on the bed.

Danas belongs to Regan, and Regan belongs to Danas. But the girl also knew that there would never be the same meaning between them. There would never be any acknowledgment of who she was to that man.

Staring at the bed one and a half meters away made her only clutch her chest. There was only pain she felt.

Bang!

"Don't think anything weird if I'm going to sleep with you tonight," Regan insisted as he returned to change his shirt and take a jacket.

When Danas wanted to speak, hearing Regan's voice made her speechless.

"You don't need to know where I'm going, your job is just to stay at home, and you don't have the right to argue here. Understand?"

The girl nodded her head, not daring to answer.

"Answer my question, Danas Cakrawala," Regan's voice rose full of emphasis, making Danas surprised, clutching the wedding dress she was still wearing.

"Y-yes," Danas stammered.

Regan stepped closer to Danas, a glare filled with intense intimidation. The girl could only roll her eyes. Her body tensed up. She was afraid that the man in front of her would do something ruder to her.

A devilish smile etched into the curves of Regan's face. A crooked smile that is so scary to look at.

"Don't show me that face, a fake face, a face that wants to get my mercy."

So fast, Regan's hand gripped Danas' jaw. That man couldn't contain his emotion when he saw Danas' face. For him, the face that Danas showed was fake.

Urgh!

There was a sound of crying in pain, the result of Regan's grip and the impact on the dressing table, which was behind Danas at that time.

“R-Regan, let go. S-sick.” Danas patted Regan's hand, which was gripping his jaw.

The girl was trying to free herself. Regan's treatment was so rough. The pain from the grip brought tears to her eyes.

"Damn it, you think showing me tears, I will sympathize with you?" asked Regan, who saw tears coming from the corner of Danas's eyes.

A few moments later, he released his grip and put on the jacket he had taken.

“Listen carefully, Danas Cakrawala, I am Raka Regan Mahameru, I will make your life miserable. I will make sure that happens!” The man's voice was so shaky, full of emphasis. Intimidation made the girl in front of him so scared.