Isabella’s P.O.V.
Today, I entered Alexander's room for the first time in my life. Alexander dragged me in, threw me on the bed as if I were a lifeless doll, and turned to lock the door.I sat up, gathering myself. I wasn’t going to let him touch me."Alexander. Stay away from me." I warned, pointing my index finger towards him, but he ignored me. He approached me without hesitation, gripped my arm, and pulled me toward him. He was close to me, and that realization made me freeze."Why?? Why should I stay away?" he asked innocently, holding me close to his chest."You used to hate me, didn't you? You called me dirty. So why do you want to dirty your hands by touching this 'dirty' thing?" I tried to pull away, but his grip on my delicate waist tightened, leaving me helpless. I was not able to go away from him, even if I wanted to. Despite seeing that there was nothing but ugliness and hatred in my eyes, he was not ready to back down."It's okay. I'll wash my hands with soap later," he said with a chuckle. Why was he so normal? Why was he doing this drama? H never talks to me so normally; why has he changed so quickly? No, he didn’t change. He was just enjoying my helplessness. He was doing this to be amazed.“You monster…” I wiggled angrily but couldn’t complete my sentence. He leaned toward my face and put his hot lips on mine. I became still. He touched me; why? How dare he? Although his touch was soft, I couldn’t let him do it. In response, I bit his lips hard, making him quickly retreat.As blood flowed from the corner of his lips, he wiped it away with his thumb, a cruel satisfaction in his eyes. I knew this was humiliation for a man like him, and flames burned in his eyes. The next moment, he forced me to fall on the bed, taking advantage of his strength.I looked into his eyes. A strange madness was overshadowing him, as he had been thirsty for many years, and today he wanted to quench his thirst. Like a bird fluttering in a cage, I struggled in his arms, but in vain.“I will divorce you soon. You cannot ruin my life.” I screamed while crying and retreating in horror.“Shhh. I will bury you alive for this nonsense. I have brought you here of my choice, and you won't leave my life until I decide otherwise.” He declared with silver-bluish eyes, glowing demonically, observing my helpless sobs.“Don’t dare to touch me, Alexander.” I tried to make my voice hard."I didn't marry you just to see you walk around." Speaking in a meaningful tone, he put his body on mine. I screamed and wanted to free myself.“No, don't do that. Do whatever you want. But let me go. Please. Let me go.” I pleaded, crying heavily. Fear replaced the once bold demeanor I had while bossing him around.“You are crying as if I am a stranger. Come on. I am your husband,” he remarked callously, unzipping my shirt and leaning over my sobbing body.Despite my resistance, he used his strength to control me, leaving me feeling like a slave to his commands. He grabbed my chin and started untying the back of my shirt with the other hand.I tried to hit him in the stomach in resistance, but his masculine legs had tied my tangled, soft legs to the bed, and now I couldn't even move. Pulling on my shirt, he began to inhale the scent emanating from it.He stuck his fingers in my hair, and leaning on my sobbing lips, he imprisoned them.Pulling my shirt off with his other hand, he was not separated from my lips even for a minute. My chest began to feel short of breath."Stop it, or I'll punish you in a way that'll make you ache," he threatened, observing my resistance.“You will get my body. But my soul will never become your slave. You are just a mean and ruthless person. I hate you, Alexander.” He started looking at my face. His face was cold. I couldn’t guess what he was thinking, but the next moment shocked me. He released his grip on me and stood up. I took a deep breath.Oh God. What if he didn’t? The thought sent shivers down my spine. But what made him do so? I looked at his back; he was entering the washroom.Maybe he just wanted to make fun of me or tease me. Why would he form a relationship? He never wanted me and never even talked to me nicely. But I need to escape from here as soon as possible.I looked at the door, and the next moment I ran towards it. I need to get out of here before he returns, but what is this? The door was locked.“You bast*rd…” I muttered, cursing him.~Isabella's P.O.V.When I opened my eyes, it was eleven o'clock in the morning. I couldn't recall when I had fallen asleep. The night's tears blurred my vision. My gaze searched the room, but he was nowhere to be seen. So was I alone here? Did he leave? But where?After a moment, the creaking door drew my attention, and I turned. He entered with a shopping bag in hand. His face was cold and emotionless."Put it on and get ready," he commanded, pushing the shopping bag toward me. He was in a trouser shirt now. I hastily took it from him and went into the bathroom. I was scared of him. The events of the previous night had left me fearful of him; his intensity suffocated me. After a quick shower, I wore a navy blue dress, the wet strands of my hair clinging to my skin.When I came out, I found him sitting on the couch, lighting a cigarette, patiently waiting for me. Did he wait for me? Why? There are a lot of questions in my mind, but I have to wait to get the answers.The intensity in h
~At NightAlexander’s P.O.V.I lay down on my bed, and the sweet and sharp memories of yesterday enveloped me. The nails of this helpless girl in self-defense left a mark on my body like a cat's claws. I examined one of these marks on my right wrist. Lost in these thoughts, I stared at the ceiling. She was not there today, and I felt lonely. An hour later, I was standing near the window with a cigar in my hand when her mom knocked at the door.She was not allowed to enter, but today I didn’t mind."Son. Her condition is bad. Shall I take her to my room?" She asked in a flexible manner. On asking for permission, I carelessly waved my hand without turning back."Bella, my baby, wake up. Let's go with me." Her mother patted her cheeks, but she was drowsy from the effects of medicine. So she put one of her hands on her shoulder and struggled to lift her alone. She herself was a body. Therefore, it was very difficult for her to lift my wife alone and take her down."Move away." I threw the
Isabella’s P.O.V. I suffered from intense hunger during the night. I wasn’t able to sleep until I satisfied the gnawing emptiness within. So I left the room bare foot and came to the kitchen. Looking around, I opened the fridge, to eat quickly and return unnoticed. My eyes went to the bowl full of custard. Hurriedly, I cleaned a spoon and left it on the countertop before rushing back to the fridge. I was afraid that someone might catch me. I didn't want Alexander to know about my recovery. What if he finds out that I was fine and he took me to his room? No I don’t want his closeness again. Grabbing a bowl of custard, I was just about to close the fridge door when I noticed someone’s presence behind me. “Oh no please, not him.” I prayed in my heart and turned to look at the person. He was there, standing there, my mortal enemy. I forgot to breathe, my face turning pale with fear, as if I had encountered a ghost. A mocking smile briefly crossed Alexander's lips upon seeing my express
Bella's P.O.V. I was trying to go to sleep again. Constantly waking up with a pounding pain in my head and eyes makes my eyes weak. Just as I closed my eyes, Eric's smiling face appeared before me, triggering intense waves of grief once more. The sorrow felt so overwhelming that it seemed my very heart might burst from it. A week had passed but Eric did not call or message me. As soon as I thought it, it causes a growing sense of worry within me. I was so immersed in my grief that I did not notice that Eric did not contact me for a week. I should call him, with that thought, I tried to get up, but could not even move due to the injury to both legs. "Maid..." I called out. "Yes, ma'am." A maid entered the room, her eyes lowered respectfully. "What do you need?" She asked in a very polite manner. I started to look at her face in surprise. I was surprised by the sudden change in the staff's demeanor towards me. Since when did the employees of this Mansion start respecting me? "Yes
Alexander’s P.O.V. As soon as I stepped into the house, I made my way towards Bella’s mother's room. “How is she?” In doorway, I asked the maid about Bella's condition. “She talked to someone on the phone but hadn't made a sound since then.” She mentioned and I nodded. Entering the room, I found her sitting on the bed. Her eyes were closed. After a brief glance, I retreated to the doorway. "Alexander." Bella’s mother noticed me leaving and called out lovingly. "Did Bella eat food?" She seemed surprised when I inquired about. I never talked to her nicely. "No..." she responded, puzzled by my question. "Hmm... I'll get freshened up a. Just bring the food there, we will eat together." I replied seriously before heading upstairs. I knew the surprising look on her face. After freshening up, I returned to Bella’s mother's room to find all the food arranged on the glass table. "Bella. What happened to you?? You have been sitting in the same position since evening." Gently holding Be
He held my hand, guiding me out of the car. My heart raced as I took a glance at my surroundings. The farmhouse was bigger and more beautiful than I thought, I had never come here. But I couldn’t focus around anymore. I yearned to release my hand from his tight grip. Why did he take me here? What does he wants from me? I was alone with him. I looked at his face. "Alexander, you can't switch gears like this. I interrupted, my voice laced with suspicion. "We entered into this marriage forcefully. Neither of us wanted this. You once said you'd rather remain single than marry me. You claimed to hate me more than anyone else on earth. You promised to divorce a woman like me soon enough." I recited his own words back to him, one by one. "How did you suddenly changed, are you doing all this to take my shares from me?" I took a step back, my thoughts racing with suspicions I couldn't voice in front of him, my tongue feeling glued to the roof of my mouth. He looked at me with surprise. "I
Alexander's P.O.V. I cradled her gently in my arms and carried her inside, laying her delicate form on the bed. Her body was wet, her presence intoxicating me. I never felt these feelings for any girl. This was totally new. May be I was falling for her. “Yeah that’s true. She was a witch.” In the stillness of the night, she laid before me, the woman rightfully mine. Her youthful allure seduced me, and I found myself unable to resist. Her beauty was captivating, her figure held me spellbound. It was difficult to tear my gaze away from her once, her allure drawing me in like a delicate flower. I leaned over her, my lips pressing against hers, my hand tenderly caressing her cheek. As she sobbed, I withdrew. "My dear beauty, such delicacy is exquisite, but our love is only just beginning. You must endure my possession, for this beauty, this youth, this exquisite form, belongs solely to me. I possess it entirely, with every right to ignite your beauty with the fire of my love. You can
Bella's P.O.V: When my eyes opened in the morning, I was surprised to find myself in a strange place. The events of last night replayed in my mind. I remembered being in the pool with Alexander, and conversation with him. Recalling Alexander's stern gaze and the words of my punishment, my memory suddenly went blank. Glancing around, I noticed Alexander's jeans on the couch, the same ones he wore the night before, and fear gripped my heart. I scanned the room with frightened eyes, my heart skipping a beat as I spotted my dress discarded on the floor. Panic surged within me, and I shut my eyes tightly, unable to summon the courage to confront the truth. The dress that once draped my body now lay on the floor. "What is this?” I whispered hoarsely, my breath ragged as I stared at my dress on the floor, refusing to acknowledge what happened. "No, he can't do that to me, he can't do anything like that, and he can't take advantage of my unconsciousness." I muttered to myself, desperately