"No no, stop it!" Nera yelled at him.Marcus smiled a bit confused"Stop looking at me like that?" She yelled looking away."Looking at you like what?" He asked, moving closer to her, even though he knew exactly what she was talking about."Stop! Do not move!" She ordered.Marcus chuckled, "Mrs. Rashwell, calm down, this is a public place and I can not do anything to your body," he teased, a smile evident on his face.Nera quickly looked around, the assistant was still in the room watching the two with knee interest.Marcus noticed she was uncomfortable, forcing him to excuse the assistant. Now it was just the two of them.He got closer to her and grabbed her hands."Remember what I said: hurt them before they hurt you, and you are free to turn back whenever you are uncomfortable," he whispered."But this is all too fast, and we do not know each other," she pointed out. "And my Uncle... my uncle will kill me," she exclaimed, laughing.Marcus smiled. "We have one thing in common," he r

Nera slowly opened her eyes; her entire body felt funny. The strange pills she'd taken had a strange aftereffect that made some parts of her body feel funny, or it could have been the sex marathon her new husband had subjected her to.Her husband had made love to her for the entire night. Even though her body was tired, she did not want him to stop. The man was a beast in bed, and at one point she was sure he was going to tear her apart.She slowly lifted her body off the bed and looked over to his side of the bed. Marcus was fast asleep, snoring.Her uncle snored too, though it was louder. She could only guess the snoring came with age, and she was going to be subjected to that for the rest of her life, she wondered. Most people learned about such little vices in courtship but for them, it was a different story, they were going to start learning about their flaws after their marriage.She got up, dragging her body to the door on her left, which one could only assume was the bathroom

The room heated up as the couple stared at each other, waiting for the other person to speak, but they both knew they had to watch what they said next.Nera sat on the bed. She didn't mean to sound provocative or anything. All she wanted was to make a suggestion that they change their strategy if they wanted to have a baby."I asked you a question, Nara.""I took a pregnancy test, and it came back negative," she quickly changed the subject.There was more silence in the room as Marcus stared at her, confused rather than disappointed. He was certain she was pregnant this time. The sex they were having was too much for her not to get pregnant "I…thought…I thought we were supposed to do the test together?" He asked."I couldn't wait; I am sorry," Nera cried out. "I think we are doing something wrong, and that's why I mentioned the sex pills," she explained.Marcus brushed his hands in his hair as he took a seat next to her. Though he did not want to admit it, he felt like she was right;

Nera awoke angry; they needed to go to the hospital to find out if something was wrong with her husband as a couple, but he went on a stupid business trip.She screamed in frustration because the anxiety was killing her. She was eager to become pregnant after seeing Nicole pregnant, but she couldn't if she had no idea whether her husband was capable of fathering a child or not.It had to be her age, she reasoned. He was too old. It explained why he was addicted to the stupid sex drugs or why he was afraid to take the test.She realized that her perfect marriage was not so perfect after all. She grabbed her phone, furious, and attempted to call him, but could not get through.She threw the phone to the other side of the bed, frustrated. She placed her hand on her tummy, wondering how it felt to be pregnant.Memories of her and Nicole planning to get pregnant at the same time while they were married popped up in her head.Thinking about Nicole, she grabbed her phone, and for the first t

Nera sat on the bed with her aching body, staring at her negative pregnancy test. Four months of hormone treatment, daily rough sex, and no sex pills but the tests were still negative.She felt cursed; as if someone was punishing her for a crime she did not commit. She wanted to cry, but there were no tears because they had all dried up from the negative tests she had to take every month.She had no idea what was going on; even the doctor was unable to provide adequate answers.Marcus stood in the room, watching his wife wallow in self-pity; they had been without a child for almost two years, and the town was already gossiping. And with most of them being backward like him, they all thought she was the problem.Even his workers and servants were talking, and he was forced to fire one of them who had the audacity to gossip about his wife in his presence.Four months passed without him coming up with a solution, and seeing his wife depressed was also killing him.The idea of injecting f