You will get married with him in three days. Before that, you only get to know each other, and you live in his house to get used to it when you officially become his wife. When you were changing clothes, and he was sitting on his chair in your room, he could see some bruises on your back, his gaze immediately darkened "who did this?", you immediately understood what was going on, you hesitated for many minutes, and he was persistent, so you had to answer "... father...", He immediately clenched his jaw and fist, "he's going to regret this." He says threateningly, He really meant it. There was no doubt in his voice, as if there was not even mercy, even if he was her father. you:"But I'm his daughter," you reminds him. he jumped up from the chair and walked over to your back, massaging the place on your back where there were small bruises "And you'll be my wife. You'll belong to me." he pull you to him, slipping his other arm around your waist, his mouth at her temple as he whisper, "I don't care if he's your father. No one hurts what's mine. Do you understand?" it was obvious that he was cool and controlled his voice so as not to sound too threatening and rude, which was difficult for him