My boyfriend is a beautiful beast

**Prologue** As soon as she was awaken, the beautiful brims of sunlight was what fell on her face. With the bright sunlight reflecting so much of light in her eyes, she winced and wiggled to keep herself away from them. She shifted her head to another side and blinked her eyes couple of times before she viewed  and comprehended the situation around her. She searched her hand as soon as she opened her eyes but found that they were tied together behind her back with the tight ropes and so were her legs. Her mouth had piece of cloth which made her unable to speak, cry and shout to anyone. She was laid down on the bed and her whole body was tied on it. “Good Morning, Mademoiselle,” a rough, rude, arrogant and hunky voice hit her ears and she turned her head towards the voice originating from another side.With a big round wide eyes she stared at him. She was literally trembling an

**I don't want this marriage**Echo’s Pov:After seeing all of his cheats with my own eyes, I turned myself to the liquor to handle all of my guilt. I thought liquor could be my best friend when nobody could. But, instead of being my best friend, it turned my life to something else. I entered inside the pub, got drunk and then… then…then…I don’t even remember what did I actually do? Did that even make sense? How can I forget what did I do the whole night?Next morning, when I opened my eyes, the flower designed chandelier above my head was the first thing I saw. It was pinkish color and that bloody pink color was making me smile, unknowingly.I got back to my senses, when my hand touched the hard muscles of someone I don’t know. I mean someone I really don’t know.I checked my clothings on my body. All of my clothes were changed and I was on some robes. Placing both of my hands on my face, I gasped

**New place new job**Echo’s Pov:I have been planning to run away from home or let’s say that marriage since the day, my mom convinced me to give him a second chance. Why should I?I cannot expect him to change. He can never change for anyone. I had been used like hell for my whole life and I got my wisdom later in my life. I really didn’t want to be the puppet of anyone from onwards. I really didn’t want to have that disgusting feeling of being granted by everyone.I know I will hurt the feelings of my parents but I don’t want my parents to resent their decisions later in life when they look at my face later. So, I basically thought of staying away from everything for some time.Rome was the city of ancient history and so much of things to learn there. I had applied here for the hotel supervisor post, a month ago and I never thought that I would be accepted. This all happened after I got accepted here. I prepared for this for a month and finally, I am

**Was she even trying to understand me?** Demonte's Pov: "I will come back for you my son," my mother said this sentence which almost comforted me for around one whole night. I waited like an innocent little obedient child.But she never came back, she never returned back to me. The five year old me never got to see my mom again. I don't know whether she's alive or whether she was dead. As time passed by her face became paler and vague to me that I no longer could remember her face. The only belongings that I owned of her was her necklace which was with her and me. My mother said it was one of a kind and it constitute of stars and moon.I had the moon and she had the stars.As our necklace, she was lost among so many stars that I was never able to find her. She left me cliff hanging. She left me in alone on the way that I kept on waiting for her in the woods of Chicago, on t

**Penthouse, 3rd building, 25th floor**Echo’s Pov: “Hey, you. What do you think you’re doing?” I was awestrucked with the old voice. I stood dumbfounded for some minutes and then, turned to her. She was really an old lady, maybe of 60s. I didn’t understand the reason she was in the hotel. “ I was just easing my ankle,” I replied. “Hmm…You dare to lie to me,” she said sarcastically. “No…No…I was just trying to ease my ankle. Nothing more,” I insisted.  “ Where are you appointed to?” she asked me. “Building 3, 25th floor,” I answered. She smiled coyly. Her smile seemed more of a mockery than a smile to me.     “ Is there something wrong, mam?” I asked trying to get the reason for her mockery