Prologue:

Eva POV:

I sat on the bed waiting for my husband as it's my first night. Maids decorated the bed beautifully with the garlands of jasmine and petals of a rose. In the centre of the bed, they arranged red rose petals and jasmines in the form of love shape. I got married to Mr Jason just a few hours ago. I scanned the room. It is lavish with imported rosewood furniture and rarest paintings to the wall. I didn't find a single photo of him or his family. Doesn't he like relationships and bonding? Or does Jason shift to this house after the marriage? I should wait for the answers.

I wiped the sweat on my forehead. I felt the sensation of nausea and my both hands shivered lightly. Maybe this is common for every newlywed girl on her first night. A smile blended with shyness spread over my lips. Only then I realised how situations made me forgot to smile long back. However, I have no complaints.

My aunt and uncle treated me as a maid. However, I always worked thinking that they are my parents. They are the one who raised me after my parents' death. I am grateful to them for teaching me household works. I am a modern girl who knew how to manage her home without depending on any maid. This is one side of me.

I said I am a modern girl because I am well educated and expert in using today's technology. I work as a child psychologist to juvenile prisoners. Juvenile prisoners are those who lost their sensibility because of many reasons and became a threat to society at a very tender age. I am striving to bring back the lost sensibility in them through my counselling.

I found happiness even in small things. I loved to dance in the rain. The smell of soil wet with raindrops fascinated me. I felt blissful when a cool breeze passes through me. I enjoyed looking at stars and moon in the dark sky. I forgot myself while watching colourful butterflies. Behind becoming a beautiful colourful butterfly, the struggle of cocoon inspires me. It's not easy for a cocoon to come out of its shell and become a butterfly. If we observe the nature, it stored many things that inspire us.

I can do many things though not everything. I am a child psychologist by profession. I withstood a mini-World War to become the psychologist in spite of my uncle's hatred for me. I am an expert at operating any smartphone and a system either PC or laptop. I inspired people with poems and stories. I counselled people on life problems. I designed a blog where I teach teenage girls and boys about the importance of life and career. I volunteered for an NGO which works for rape victims. This is another side of me.

I didn't know about my husband much. I just heard that he is a billionaire and head of Jason Heymonds Group of Industries. I saw him only twice -once on engagement day and then in marriage. I worried the least about his status or looks. What all matters to me are his attitude and character.

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Jason POV:

I ordered the third bottle of wine in the bar. I finished off two by now. I drunk the third bottle in one go. I removed the tie hanging in my neck and the blazer. I started from there and went to the parking lot. I pressed the button of the remote to open the door of the car. I sat in the car and drove it towards my house.

I am Jason, the head of Jason Heymonds Group of Industries. I love girls, frankly their physique. Until now, I enjoyed the beauty of many girls. Girls fall for me just for one look. However, I never allowed any girl to enter my life permanently. The destiny planned the other way for me and today, and I got married to the daughter of my one and only enemy.

I had no plans for marriage. However, unfortunately, I got married. That too to a girl about whom I know nothing. She didn't deserve me. She is not rich. She is not beautiful. She is not educated. She is not as intelligent as I am. Not beautiful to my eyes. Not educated as her family said. Not intelligent because she married a beast like me. She is my DISGUSTING WIFE. I married her with hatred.

She deserves my hatred as she was born in that family. She will be my prey tonight. She will be my slave forever. I will show her what her place in my life tonight is. I will teach her how a slave needs to behave. My game is going to start in which; she is my toy. A smile occupied my lips imagining her miserable situation tonight.