Chapter 66: Chapter 66

Edith

Flashback

"Get out of the house you fool. Enough of shit I bore with you." Those were the exact words Shelton Marshall, my husband had to say to me just fifteen days after our marriage. I stared at him tongue tied unable to withstand the shock. No words came out of my lips as I look at him in a stupor. Did I hear him right? I wasn't able to believe my ears. Shelton was the only man on earth who did not exercise his dominance on me unlike my brother and my bossy....I did not know what to call him, the great lordly Allesandro Martin.

"Your picaro boyfriend and your scrote of a brother were right. I work for mafia." Shelton confessed to me in a growing irate. "Your father, Allen Rodriguez is my boss Sheikh Abdul Razim's strong opponent. My boss was attracted to you after seeing you in one of the parties. Since then he is heavily bent on having you as his mistress. He will use you as long as he wills and then sell you as a sex slave." He tells me in a teasing snicker. My anger for the words he used for me was undecipherable. "I am not a whore that whoever wants to fuck me I would go to him and spread my legs." I walk towards him about to hit but he stops me reaching my hand on time.

"You bloody bitch, how dare you try to hit me?" He slaps. "I am tired of acting love with you. Now I lost my job too because I couldn't bring you to my Sheikh on time." He lights a cigarette and puffs out smoke. "Once you are out of the four walls of the house you need to be guarded like a walking porcelain doll because your brute boyfriend and weasel brother have caused me enough problems employing security at every foot of this world." He pulls out the knob of a whiskey bottle and drowns half of the liquid into his throat in one go. "I can neither use you nor sell you away to my boss. So I do not have any reason to maintain you any longer. Get out of my house."

I jump at the sound of his resonating tone. Was this all a dreadful dream? The tears I long controlled were dropping down my cheeks in free rivulets. "You are drunk that's why you are talking all this ridiculous stuff with me. Isn't it?" I hold his collar and ask him between my whimpers. "Oh you are too innocent for your own good my toy girlfriend." He removes my hands from his collar. "This is not a dream and you heard everything right. Yes I cheated upon you." He spat on my face with venom.

My voice came out nothing less than a screech in a fuming fire. I narrow my eyes at him in maddening incense. "You are worthless piece of shit." He breaks into a sadistic laughter. "And you are a stupid woman too naive for this fecal world."

"I trusted you against my family, against Allesandro..." I tell him landing to sobs. He stops me from speaking further and flips his fingers. "Oh that cardio surgeon, I hate him above all your family. He loves you more than anyone can imagine but the world would never come to know about it." He nips the ash of his cigarette in the ash tray and looks back at me curious. "What is this unique kind of dark romance?"

"He is nobody to me and we were never in a relationship. Why don't you understand?" I ask him suddenly going tired on my speech. He ignores my pleads and continues on his narration. "For the world outside your lover is a decent and a renowned physician but on the hidden side that louse is a mafia don, nothing less than your father or your brother." This time I wouldn't hold myself. "Those are the emotions rogues like you wouldn't understand." I tell him in abhorrence and earn another slap on my cheek. I had a sudden feeling to break his head to two but I control myself giving myself a few seconds to reach my sanity.

Something strikes and I smile to him fiendish. He raises both his eyebrows unable to decipher my next step. I knew Shelton loves his bar more than any one in this world. I walk and break the costliest bottle available in the bar. "You shouldn't have done that." He tells me in a browbeat and walks to me in thunderous steps.

"Now my sweet wife, enough of playing games. You should listen to me." His voice suddenly turns to a frightening lecher. Going wobbly on his steps with over consumption of alcohol he tries to reach me. "Come to me, I want to have you now." He scolds shouting dangerous. "I am your husband and have all the rights to touch you." I take anxious steps behind and knock my leg to the center table. A knife that was earlier used to cut an apple falls down. I quickly take it in my hands and pierce the pointed stainless steel edge into Shelton's belly.

"Aah" he screams. "You smart witch. I shouldn't have taken you lightly." I understood that was my last and only chance to run away. Shelton was drunk and injured. He wouldn't compete me on my pace. I exploited the opportunity and ran out of his house.

Going breathless I take shelter under a tree and burst to tears. Oh God why do my decisions turn to the worst verdict? How long am I to run like this from pillar to post, hiding from my family and a crazy Allesandro Martin who would neither accept nor reject me?

*****

Present

I open my eyes to the rays of Sunlight projected through the window. My hands immediately reach my head. This hurts brutal. What did I drink and how much did I drink? The bitter taste of strong liquor lingered in my mouth. I look around in narrowed eyes because of the repulsive pain attacking my head once in every second. I was in a five star hotel executive suite. How much did I mess up? My blood ran cold in my system. Did I sleep with someone and forgo my virginity? I held my head in my hands and started crying. Why did my life end up like this.... so fucked up?

I do not know the name of the guy, I do not know who he is and most importantly how I ended up here. My sobs go uncontrollable and I sniff searching for a paper napkin to get rid of my running nose. When I look down, I notice my clothes are changed too. This was the worst scenario that I couldn't think even in my wildest dreams about losing my virginity.

The man I love doesn't want me, my husband betrayed me and my family doesn't understand me. Holding my head I wailed like a mad woman.

Few minutes later when I was busy in my own sad world, I hear a familiar voice. "You are up and also crying? That means you are fully conscious now." He declares with an esteemed authority in his throaty accent. I slightly push my head up raising my eyes and the person I feared the most in this world was in front of me. The ground washed away from my feet as I meet his cold stare.

He was dressed in gray cotton pants and a simple black T-shirt. His muscles were bulging out from under the sleeves of his shirt as his hands went folded. The masculine ripples of his brawny well defined chest were making in array giving me a feel of a deer caught under the headlights. I gulp heavy fearing the angst of the predator. Suddenly a sharp ache shoots my head and I hiss in pain holding my forehead with both the hands. "That's called hangover, the slapstick befoul of Johnny Walker you consumed yesterday night without a ration." He answers me with an imbue of choler not even moving an inch out of his position.

"Sandro please do something, my head aches like a bitch." I tell him holding my head towards the floor not able to look straight with the splitting soreness. In a second he comes back and places two white tablets on the bedside table along with lemon water. "Drink the water taking these medicines and come out to have breakfast." He tells me dispassionate and leaves the room giving me the sketch of a ferocious lion before hunting its prey.

Bile rose to my throat as I think about the questions that awaited me at the dining table from Allesandro. I take a shower after gulping the medicine with water and felt a bit in ease though not completely alright but a question was obtruding my mind constantly. By the time I come out of my bath a new pair of clothes along with undergarments were waiting for me on the bed. I was happy to welcome the fresh apparels, there was at least something new and pleasant happening in my fucked up life.

Mercifully the breakfast at the table went silent but I couldn't wait long for luck to shine on my head as words fell out abrupt off my lips without my inclination. "Sandro, who changed my dress yesterday night?" The cutlery clanked on the porcelain plate and I slightly jerked on my seat unable to face him in the eye. "You weren't even in a position to open your eyes. I was left with no option but to change your clothes." Though there was fire discharged in his voice, I felt weirdly sated. It was just him....no one else....My heart screamed in a slake. He is the only man in this world who can see me naked. My lips faintly extend to the sides about the risible thought when his words bring me out of my assuaged triggers.

"Now will you bless me with the information on your relationship with Shelton?" He asks me sarcastic lacing in anger and I went pale the next second.

The question I dreaded the most from him is in front of me.