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Damon left but he had scratched the wound in Kara's heart that was already bleeding. The animosity between Damon, James, and his family had deepened so much. James' stubbornness was making everyone's life harder. 
When the door to the bedroom opened, Kara sat up and turned towards the door to find James coming in to sleep on the same bed.
"James, sleep in some other room." 
James ignored her and grabbed the blanket, covering his bottom body with it, and turned his head in Kara's direction, "We are married. I am going to sleep with my wife."
Kara sighed at his words and tried to get up and out of the bed to sleep in another room but he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her back in the back in one swift pull. His arm covered her upper body before his whole body replaced his arm, coming on top of Kara.
"You and I, we both sleep in this bed." he murmured and lowered his head near her ear, "I did not go through all the pains of marrying you so you can push me away and sleep somewhere else."
"You messed up." Kara closed her eyes in exhaustion, "James, you messed up everything."
James lifted his face and grabbed her jaw in a gentle grasp, lifting her face so she was looking into his eyes, "You always knew that you were going to be mine. You decided to marry him instead of me. I simply took what was supposed to be mine. No one gets to snatch you away."
"Your family hates you." she whispered.
"You have been my family for years. They never treated me good enough to be called my family." his eyes held determination. He was going to make Kara forgive him one way or another. It was just a matter of time before she gave in to him. 
"Move away from me." she turned her head away from him. 
He slid sideways, resting on his side but his arm covered her body while he buried his face in her neck, slowly slipping in deep sleep with her scent surrounding him.
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Kara wanted to return to the office, but James was intent on not letting her go back to work for at least a few days until the hype of their marriage has slowed down. The reporters were crowding the entrance of their offices as it was reported to him. So instead, he brought her out for lunch despite her constant refusals. 
The restaurant they had come to was a posh one and with too much price to even be mentioned on the menu. James had ordered some expensive dishes from the chef and while it was getting prepared, Kara had gone to the washroom.
She had just washed her hands and was coming out of the washroom when she collided with a girl walking in stilettos and a mini silver colored dress. Kara, on the other hand, was in a simple cotton dress that reached her knees and sandals. When Kara had collided with her, her purse had fallen to the ground. Kara picked it up, handed it to her while murmuring an apology when the girl made a nasty face of grimace and snatched it from Kara's hand with one finger and thumb like Kara had made it dirty by touching it.
"Move." she said rudely and started going past Kara.
Kara was appalled at the girl's bimbo like attitude but she ignored her and walked forward to return to the table. She had taken a couple of steps when the girl turned around swiftly, like a remembering something, and snapped her fingers in Kara's direction, "HEY! Hey you!"
Kara turned her head in the bimbo's direction in confusion.
"You are the chick that was supposed to get married to Damon right? Like a few days ago? I know you." she lifted up her chin and sized Kara from top to bottom and then made a face of disgust.
Kara rolled her eyes. There were several people in their high class world that had all the time in the world to gossip their butts out without thinking. And this... item standing in front of Kara was just one of those show off pieces that thought too highly of themselves.
When Kara did not reply to her, the girl continued in her high pitched, flat voice, "good thing you know your place. My girlfriends and I were surprised when we heard he was getting married. He doesn't even glance at girls then how come there was a sudden marriage? You forced him, didn't you? Did he refuse to get married to you on the wedding day?" she giggled, "gosh. What a waste."
"Fuck off." Kara's face had turned stone cold as she stared at the girl. As much as she had endured her, she could not hold back her anger anymore, "you are not worth receiving any answer from me. Go back to your sugar daddy to suck him off to give you these fake Prada dress and last season stilettos stolen from his wife's closet."
The bimbo was clearly not expecting such a response from Kara. Her mouth dropped open and she literally started seething in fury. But before she could manage to form a comeback, someone interrupted her.
"Are you going to sleep here, Lila?" a man snapped suddenly, making Kara turn her head to look at the man. A man in his fifties, fat one and looking like bimbo's dad was standing behind her. His heavy stubble made him look even more ugly than he already was, the wrinkles on his face giving away his age despite him being dressed in a very expensive suit. His eyes were set on the bimbo with an ugly glare, "how many hours are you going to take to take a fucking piss?"
The girl immediately stuttered to the man with a childlike attitude, clinging to his arm and rubbing her boob on his shoulder with such intensity that Kara had to look away in shame.
"Baby, look at this slut. She just insulted me and said bad things about you. I am SO. EFFING. OFFENDED!"
The man stared at Kara with an intense gaze which slowly turned into a pervy one as he looked at Kara from top to bottom.
He shrugged of Lila's arm and came forward to grab Kara's hand pulling her to himself, "Hi, Darling. Are you alone here?"
Kara tried to snatch her hand out of his tight hold while she heard Lila gasp in anger and stomp her foot on the ground, "David! Why are you getting close to this slut?"
"Leave my hand!" Kara snapped and pushed at the fat man to throw him away from herself, but his strength was too tight and her wrist had already started to form a bruise because of his hold.
"LEAVE ME!" Kara snapped at him louder, but the man just wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, "I will give you good money, baby. Don't be a bitch now. Come-"
A hand came to grab the collar of the man from behind before he was snatched back harshly and a fist pummeled in his face, making a shower of blood appear on the white walls and on the ground, and everywhere in sight.