A Fiancé from the Village of Nightmares

I was so furious I lost all sense of reason. I wanted to fight back, but Vino shoved me hard, slamming me into the corner of the wall.

Tears welled in my eyes as I nodded bitterly.

“Alright. Alright. Vino, I finally see who you really are.”

I turned to leave, but he yanked me back roughly.

His face twisted with rage, his jaw clenched tightly.

“Misca, I was trying to settle things peacefully today,” he growled. “But if you insist on making trouble, don’t blame me for being ruthless.”

“Let go of me,” I snapped coldly.

But instead of letting go, he tightened his grip.

“Sit back down,” he ordered, dragging me toward the house.

I fumbled for my phone and quickly dialed my father, but before I could even say a word, Vino grabbed the phone from my hand.

Without hesitation, he hurled it to the ground and stomped on it, shattering it into pieces.

I stared in disbelief, stunned by the man in front of me.

This wasn’t the Vino I knew—the one who used to be gentle, attentive, always calm.

No. The man standing in front of me now was a wild beast consumed by rage.

“If you don’t let me go,” I said through clenched teeth, “I’ll sue you for illegal detention.”

Before Vino could reply, his mother appeared. She raised her hand and struck me across the face again.

“Detention? You’re part of the Fitzgerald Family now,” she snapped. “You’re our daughter-in-law.”

“If we say you stay, then you stay. Who gave you the right to come and go as you please?”

Vino didn’t lift a finger to defend me. Instead, he held me even tighter, his grip like iron.

“I’m only engaged to Vino,” I spat, glaring at his mother.

She pointed toward the courtyard table.

“After eating at the pig slaughter feast, you're married. You think our family treats weddings like a joke?”

My head was spinning.

Did Vino deceive me into coming back just to force a marriage?

“This is your idea of a wedding?” I shouted at them all.

“This whole thing was done without my consent!”

“And besides, Vino is supposed to marry into my family. Even if we were to get married, I wouldn’t belong to the Fitzgerald Family!”

“You have no right to keep me here!”

Vino exploded.

“What nonsense are you spewing about marrying into your family?!”

Before I could react, he slapped me hard.

The blow was so fierce I was knocked off my feet.

But he didn’t stop there—he kicked me again and again, his rage out of control.

The villagers stood by watching, not a single one stepping in. Instead, they whispered among themselves.

“Has she lost her mind? Asking Vino to marry into her family? Vino’s the pride of our village.”

“She’s unruly. A beating is exactly what she needs. She’ll be obedient after this.”

He beat me for what felt like half an hour.

By the time he finally stopped, I was black and blue, my mind barely holding on.

In a daze, I felt several people drag me up and prostrate myself—bowing to heaven and earth as if a wedding ceremony had been completed.

Then they tossed me into a small, dark room.

Click.

A heavy iron lock fell into place behind me.

I collapsed onto a pile of straw, my whole body aching so badly I could hardly breathe.

Outside, I could hear the sounds of dishes clinking and chairs being moved—the Fitzgerald family was cleaning up after their so-called “wedding banquet.”

I wanted to run, to get away from this madness, but I couldn’t even stand.

Somewhere between pain and fear, I passed out.

When I woke up, it was the middle of the night.

My head throbbed, but I forced myself up, one step at a time. I limped to the door and tried the handle, but it was locked tight. There was no way out.

Then I heard voices—faint, muffled, coming from the next room.

I pressed my ear against the wooden door, straining to listen.

It was Deborah.

“Vino,” she said quietly, “have you really become a son-in-law?”