Chapter 12: Chapter 12

My throat dried and my body became numb. Not wanting to face him again, I went to the library again. I began to pace around it in stress.

As I was pacing, Samuel came,

"Ma'am, Sir is waiting for you in the dining hall." My heart skipped a beat as my body began to shake in fear.

I don't want to face him, It's scaring me.

I bit my cheeks and went to the dining hall. He was sitting on the head of the house chair. He has changed into a casual shirt and trousers. I muster some courage and walked closer,

"Welcome Home." I said in a low voice. He looked at me with a mystifying yet surprised gaze.

“What?” He asked, blinking in confusion.

“Nothing.” I replied innocently.

Seems like he is not used to greetings, well what can you expect from a guy who lives all alone?

Without meeting his gaze, I took a seat as my hands turned cold with my heartbeat increasing.

The food was served and we began to eat in silence. This silence may be normal to everyone but to me, this is a feeling of being crushed under his power.

After dinner, He began to say, "Listen Sophie," I looked at him as I curled my toes to contain myself. "Hmm?"

"You are my wife now, it doesn't matter the reason we got married, I don't want you to do anything that can disgrace me." He said nonchalantly.

“I.. expect you to keep my image in your mind before you do anything.” He said, not lifting his head.

“What can I do anyways?” I asked, smiling emptily.

“What did I stop you from doing?” He asked back and to be honest he was right. I had everything I ever desired in my life before.

But, suddenly. They don't seem dazzling anymore.

"Okay. I understand." I said, giving him a nod.

"Good." He said as he stood up and left before saying,

"Be present in the room by 10."

My heart began to thump loudly as I shivered in dread. That was the payment of my riches after all. I had to bear it.

I looked at the time, an hour left. Not wanting to spend the time under the terror of ending it, I went to the room. If I wait, I'll be petrified and I want this to end soon.

I feel disgusted when I have to call it 'our room', It's like pricking a needle in my heart.

I entered and saw him standing in front of the mirror. He looked at me through the reflection and said, "I called you by 10."

I leaned on the wall and folded my arms at my chest and said coldly, "This is my room too."

He smirked and looked at himself. No matter what, he's aesthetically beautiful and my perspective about men in their thirties changed drastically.

He ran his hand through his raven locks as his eyes fell upon something.

He walked there and picked up the pain reliever I threw. My heart began to race in fright. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

He walked towards me as I turned my gaze. My grip around me tightened and I felt his intimidating gaze upon me. My body began to shake as he stopped in front of me.

"I didn't know you were a masochist." He said derisively.

A strong feeling of detest filled me when he called me that. I looked at him with an emotionless look and replied. "I am not."

"I think you are." He said leaning in. I averted my head away in disgust and said, "I don't want any compassion from you."

"Compassion?" He said amusingly. I looked at him as he seemed like he was enjoying this.

But soon enough, His expressions changed by an atrocious look which made me shudder. “Do you honestly think it was compassion?”

His eyes glisten with a minatory look as I gasped in fear and tried to back away but couldn't because there's a wall behind me.

“Was it not?” ‘Then why would you care about my pain, huh?’ My quivering legs lost their strength by the terror invoked by him.

He smirked and my heart skipped a beat and I was overwhelmed by his overpowered form. "It wasn't compassion." He said in his deep scary voice.

"I just want to make sure that for the next time I don't have to hear any excuse like you can't do it or it hurts." He said in a venomous tone, He thinks that I'll back away because I am scared of him.

"I won't say it. There's no need for you to be concerned about it. I didn’t ask you to be gentle." I said icily but I was being hurt by his bitter words;no matter what, I will not back off from my words.

“Yeah but your reactions surely displayed as if I am raping you.” I rolled off my eyes and turned to leave the room, I couldn't bear to stay with him for a second. “That’s what you think.” I turned but he held my wrist.

“Did you forget what you signed? No resistance.” My heart stopped as I thought that I might have angered him. My throat dried but I didn't dare to turn and look at his dire gaze. I closed my eyes and await for the torture that never came.

There's a brief pause between us, I didn't turn and he didn't let me go. In this silence, I want to say to let me go and what he wants to say was beyond my prediction. But his quelled demeanor broke.

“Did you forget?” His grip on my wrist tightened as I winced but didn't dare to look back. He pulled me close as his one hand held my jaw while his other hand held my wrist tightly.

“No…” ‘And I regret it.’ Tears brimmed in my eyes as I began to pant when I made contact with his toned chest. Filled with apprehension, I continued to quiver as his scent provoked a shiver to emit from my body and travel to my very core.

“And I regret my actions now.” I shouldn’t have said it. He nuzzled his face in my neck as I felt his hot breath on my neck and my hairs stood on their edge in fright. He let out an evil laugh, terrifying me to no extent.

"I didn't know you could talk back to me." My heart skipped a beat at his husky voice. The lust burning inside him became ferocious. His lips brushed against my neck as I shivered, being torn by the pressure.

"But you know what?" He whispered as I felt like my heart can leave my body along with my soul. The intense desires of him are awakened as he wants to release them... again. He pulled me close as I shut my eyes tightly and let out a short cry. He bit my ear and said in a low voice, "I would love to hear my name in them the most."

And once again I let myself be defiled by him because there's nothing I can do, I have to comply with his desires.

I lost myself in his vicious acts but they aren't vicious at all; they were gentle, but to me they are menacing and toxic because I can keep up with his desires but the gentleness that invokes unwanted emotions in me; They are unbearable. They are horrendous.

If he marries for desires, then why stop those urges? It's almost like he can't hurt me, even if he wants to, the most incomprehensible thing ever.

His pity caused me to feel repulsion.

I hate it! I hate you!