Chapter 59 - Worlds Collide To One

"What the fuck is going on?" Giovanni roared, tightly grabbing Prisana's other free arm and robbing the spotlight so the media stared at him in confused silence.

Or rather, everyone stared at him in confused silence. His eyes followed their arms linked together. Rage boiled even further through his hands as his grip tightened on her arm so hard that it made her flinch. She kept trying to twist away from him but he wouldn't let go of her.

"Hands off my wife or I'll make it so that you can never touch her again," Dane's menacing voice cut through the silence.

This made even Prisana jump inside her skin as she never heard anger so menacing come out from his lips. But the stark silence that met the both of them chilled her to the bone even more.

" 'Your wife?' " came his incredulous voice. "...Yours?"

Giovanni chuckled like mad and regarded the both of them with tired and deranged eyes as if he hadn't slept for days.

"Did I hear you correctly?...She will never be your wife. Prisana has always been and always will be, mine."

In a similar sense of Déjà Vu, she felt Giovanni tugging at her arm. How dare he! She glared at him but calmed her fury as she felt fury boiling much more than her own. Prisana stood between two men who pulled her apart like that fateful day she finally met her beast once more.

Only now, she was his wife and her beast of a husband was fighting for her.

The beast was so close to making a move but he held himself back because his lynx stepped in front of him to face the demon herself. She smiled and twisted away her arm from Giovanni's hold so that her hand was rubbing over Dane's chest. The disbelief clouding over Giovanni brought her satisfaction beyond delight.

By now, the media fed on the sudden outburst and began to take pictures of the trio as Prisana wrapped herself all over Dane. Hushed whispers began to fill the entire area and the commotion crashed so violently that onlookers migrated to eavesdrop.

One of the media persons shouted, "...Oh my god. Isn't that New Jersey's golden couple?"

"But, why is she in the arms of another man?"

"We eloped!" she finished everyone's plaguing thoughts in a split second without allowing room for complete shock. "I divorced Giovanni and married a richer and more handsome man that could give me the world."

Prisana dealt the final blow as she tenderly cupped Dane's cheek. This man before her was now her husband who offered his body to her disposal. She shouldn't feel guilty but her heart twisted to knots watching as he never bat an eyelash of regret.

Dane only searched her eyes while lifting a questioning eyebrow at her next move. His dark eyes full of conviction told her he would ever evade what would come next.

Instead, the beast gave her easy access as she leaned in to kiss him in front of both Giovanni and the media.

When she felt Dane's lips against hers, her heart sighed as it gave her strength to be strong. Yet her heart aways faltered when it came to Dane. Her heart always wanted what it knew it shouldn't. Knowing that he was allowing her to use him made her feel like the worst villain of a play. Except, the man that she was using continued to play with the little game she started.

Dane grabbed her hair and pulled her in closer by the waist as they were making out so passionately. His hands crept to grasp around her back as he ushered her closer to remind her of the passion they shared moments earlier.

Heat began to pool between her legs and already, she yearned to feel this bold, handsome man all over again even if it brought waves of glorious shame upon shame.

The cameras began flashing. People gasped. The media became enraptured and hung onto her every next word.

"Go on and draft that the senator's daughter left a man only to marry the CEO of silver linings because she's simply a gold digger," she looked Giovanni straight in the eye. "One that threw away her old husband because he would never be enough. He has always been and always will be, a tool...a stepping stool to further greater ambitions."

Giovanni's eyes raked over hers and for a moment she really saw an inhibited flurry of emotions like sadness and anger and recognition of the media rush through him. He only blinked at her. The man she once loved and now despised with all of her being, couldn't fathom words to speak as he watched Dane's arm protectively shroud her with utmost care.

It was as if the moment that Giovanni made another move, Dane wouldn't hesitate to pounce on him and truly end it all right here and now. So then Giovanni shook his head in denial and appeared like the victim of a cheating marriage. The tables have turned but Giovanni was the one who began this endless cycle of betrayal.

"Dearest, I know you are just having one of your wild episodes...I'll forgive you but your joke has gone too far. This isn't funny anymore. Stop putting on this show for whatever deal you've struck because this man only wants what your father can give him. Come, return to my arms."

Prisana stepped back and evaded his disgusting invasion to hold her once more. She firmly gripped Dane's suit jacket as the media intently listened.

"This man can have what my father can give him. He can take my pride. He can strip me of all things I am afraid of giving. If that guarantees my freedom then I'll sacrifice everything just to spite the both of you. Giovanni this is no lie because for once this is the beautiful truth...Elias and I are legally married."

Even though she was prepared to face one of her greatest enemies, she truly wasn't prepared for that familiar voice that over the years continued to wilt to need as he saw her warp into an object. The media began to disperse as men dressed in black paved way for the one and only man that showed her she was now a stranger.

Her 'father'.

"What the devil is going on here...At my function?" he finished but as soon as he laid eyes on Prisana and Dane, that fake politician smile came off for the first time in front of the media's lens.

The man known as her father had a thin smile that betrayed eyes of wrath which met her own in rebelliousness.