I turn around and look at the source of the voice. I look at the anonymous woman sardonically. I had expected to see Bella, not an unknown woman. I turn my gaze back to Austin, disgruntled. He had lied and did not keep his promise.
“Austin? Where is Bella?” I ask him. He raises his eyebrows and looks behind me then back at me bewildered than his expression changes to a full-blown triumphant smile. Have I ever mentioned how breathtaking he looks when he smiles? His dimples come out of their hiding spots and they are the most prominent and eye-catching after his pair of eyes.
“Darling, this is Bella. I was wondering why you wanted to meet her. You don’t even know her,” he said then made a thoughtful face. I did not have words to describe the all too familiar feeling in me. After all, I have been betrayed by the closest people all my life. He is clever, he knew who I meant when I said I wanted to meet Bella.
“Austin, you know who
“Our wedding. Remember? It was just a contract marriage and I want a proper ceremony with all my people attending. I want every single soul on this earth to know that you are mine,” He said. WHAT?! A ceremony? What is wrong with him? I turned around in his embrace which proved to be a very wrong move from my side as our faces were just a few inches apart. I ignored his scent and our proximity to keep my ground and sanity.“Firstly, I’m not yours. Secondly, I haven’t accepted this marriage and I don’t accept you as my husband. Thirdly, if you somehow manage to drag me down the aisle then I have a condition. I want my sister to walk me down the aisle,” I said without looking at him. My hands were on his chest trying to push him away. His grip on my waist tightened and pulled me closer to him if that was even possible because we were as close as two fingers joined.“Annabella, you are mine and we don’t have to argue ov
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t feel my surroundings. I tried to come back to my senses, it was hard to see when black dots were swarming in my vision. After a lot of tries, I finally came back to my senses. I slowly tilted my head downwards, towards the gun. The gun was right beside my right bleeding arm. I looked back to Austin to see his handsome poker face. “Does your answer change?” He asked with his deep baritone voice. It’s funny how I find this man attractive in this life-threatening situation. His eyes, nose, lips and jaw are made in a way that it looks like a puzzle flawlessly coming together. I am stupid to decline before but I am not that stupid who would decline after being shot. Well not exactly shot but a bullet did graze my arm and pierced into the wall behind me. I nodded vigorously; looking at my expression he smirked and raised his eyebrows. “Words, Dorogoy. Use your words,” He said trailing the warm gun barrel on my bruised
George put his hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face him. His akimbo arms waited for me to slide in my arm and I did it without a second thought. He smiled at me then walked me out of the room but not before handing me a bouquet of white roses.I have always heard that white flowers are a symbol of spiritual enlightenment, faith and innocence. Here I was holding it unwillingly and walking down the aisle with Austin’s brother. It felt as if Austin made sure that I would not walk backwards from here by making George walk me down the aisle. I wish my sister was somewhere here. I hope she is viewing this, I hope she tries to stop this, although I am legally married to him I don’t want to get married to him in front of his clan and let them witness this matrimony.Matrimonies are supposed to be holy but this one is nowhere close to being holy matrimony. They are between two people who are willing to get tied to each other for eternity with their conse
Before my father passed away when I was ten, I used to think that matrimony is between two people that love each other dearly. That was until my mother passed away. I had believed in that until Liam- my stepfather had married another woman. There was not an ounce of love between them and the words they used to call each other were nothing close to good. They were together for their selfish reasons.My father had never treated my mother the way Austin is treating me. He never used vulgar language let alone abuse her. From what I used to see, they were a really happy couple. I never expected Austin to treat me that way but I also never expected him to treat me the way he is treating me. Hell, there was no time to think from the time I got to know about the matrimony till it was done.I looked at Austin, astonished by what he had said. I was not going to strip and give away my innocence to him. I stood there frozen on my spot not showing any signs of obeying his command.
He frowned at first then he nodded and took my hand in his, pulling me towards the couch. I sit there next to him while he scrolls through his contacts and calls someone saying “It’s time,”. I looked at him bewildered, what did he mean by saying it’s time?I contemplated before I asked him about it and when I was going to ask about it there was a knock on the door. Austin allowed the person on the other side to enter the room. A man entered with a black suitcase and looked at his boss for further orders.“Ella lay down on the bed,” Austin ordered.Ella? Why the hell would he call me Ella? People call me Anna in short, not Ella. I roll my eyes at my thoughts. There is nothing to make a fuss about but still, I just wanted to point it out to him.“Anna,” I said and did not move an inch from my spot. He sighed and looked at the man as if he knew what he was saying. He turned around and waited beside the bed with
Before the unholy matrimony, I felt devoted to something in life. I had an aim, a goal to accomplish but now I don’t. It is very weird to sit free all day because I have never sat free. I always had something to do; my first two to three years without Isabella were hell. I lived with Drake and his family but I felt like I was a burden on them. I was emotionally alone and tried to fight the demons within me to stay sane.The next few years without her were much better than the first few years. I had enough money to rent a small place and train myself for this. I started to get in touch with shady people to reach Austin. It was hard to make them trust me but I did. I climbed each step as slow as a snail and went through the hardships to gain their trust. Then with Drake's acquaintances, I started to get to know more people and finally, I killed Jaden- Austin’s previous second in command.Jaden was a cheater. He cheated Austin by keeping an allia
“I have never done this to any woman before. You are the first and will be the last to ever experience this from me, Ella,” He stated. Something like this wasn’t expected from a powerful man like him. He is handsome, powerful, a man with status, who wouldn’t fall at his feet? I thought women loved wealth and power. Didn’t anyone try to seduce him? Didn’t he get seduced?“I was saving my first experience with the only person I want to spend my whole life with. I have waited years to be with you and I will never let this go. It wasn’t easy to ignore those women who were greedy enough to give their precious things to some stranger,” He said, then trailed kisses down my jaw to my collar bone.“I have waited and will keep waiting for you to fully surrender to me, Ella. Now is the time to back out but once the deed is done I will not let you back out. Remember that,” He looked into my eyes searching for confir
I never thought I would get married to a beast, a monster. I never thought I would be caged in my room right after my marriage. I never thought I would hate my husband from the very bottom of my heart just like I thought I would love him. I never thought he would treat me like a mistress yet he did treat me like one.I was nothing but a person who satisfied his needs. There is a label to the relationship between us but there is nothing like it. Husband and wife is a beautiful relationship that has no bounds of love in it but here my relationship with my husband started with pain and ended with pleasure.I loathe the way my body reacts to his touches. It is just overwhelming to ensure that your body likes the touches of a person you abhor. His touches burn my skin yet I like it. His kisses bruise my lips yet I like it. He uses me like a person uses a handkerchief- uses it then keeps it away then again uses it then keeps it away. That is what my life has been for the pas