Everyone felt tense as the upcoming wedding approached. Inside her car, the bride, Maddie, contemplated her circumstances with a heavy sigh. She was about to marry a man she barely knew, a stranger to her. In fact, they hadn't even met in person yet. This marriage had been arranged by her father, leaving Maddie without any say or choice in the matter.
Suddenly, a knock on her car window startled her, drawing her attention. Opening the window, Maddie was met by her younger sister, Violet, who wore a forced smile tinged with sadness. Violet took a seat next to Maddie, offering her warm support by holding her hand. As their hands touched, Maddie's cold palms revealed her nervousness."The wedding is about to start," Violet softly stated, concern evident in her voice. "Are you ready?" she asked, knowing that this was a pivotal moment in Maddie's life.Maddie managed a weary smile, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "No, Violet, I'm not ready, but I know I have no choice, do I? This is what our father wants, and if I resist... he'll hurt me."Violet embraced her sister tightly, her voice filled with longing. "I wish it could be me instead, sis. I would willingly take your place. After everything you've endured with our father, you deserve happiness, not this.""It's alright, Violet. If we defy Papa, he might redirect his anger towards you. I'll be fine. I just have to fulfill my responsibilities as a dutiful wife to my future husband."Worry etched across her face, Violet gently pulled away from her sister."But, sis, we've heard so many rumors about your soon-to-be-husband. They claim he's ruthless and heartless, with nothing good said about him. They even say he's the cruelest among all the generations of Moretti. I worry that if Papa no longer hurts you, your husband might." Violet clutched her older sister's hand tightly, her concern evident.Maddie's voice trailed off, losing its certainty over time, as if the weight of her sister's words was starting to sink in. "I hope not..." she whispered, her skepticism growing.Their conversation was abruptly interrupted when Mildred, Maddie’s stepmother appeared. "Violet, step out of the car. The wedding is about to begin," she commanded, her tone lacking warmth. Then, she turned to address the bride. "Don't forget to smile and pretend to be happy. We both know that any mistake would incur the wrath of your cruel father." Her reminder seemed unnecessary, as if living with her father hadn't already ingrained that fact in Maddie’s mind.In this wedding, Maddie is about to see her future husband's face in person for the very first time. Until now, she has only seen him in photographs, as he is constantly occupied with work, sometimes in other countries. The groom's parents are the only people Maddie has interacted with in relation to the wedding.As Maddie slowly walks down the church aisle, she feels a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Accompanied by her father and stepmother, they guide her towards the altar where she will ultimately hand her hand to her future husband.Her father's words weigh heavily on Maddie's mind as they echo in her thoughts, filling her with both fear and apprehension. "Be a good wife, Maddie. If your husband divorces you, you already know the consequences. Obey his every command, avoid displeasing him, and ensure that our family name remains untarnished. Your marriage holds immense significance for our business ventures, so it is crucial that you embody the qualities of a proper wife," he tells her, his smile directed at the wedding guests.Maddie glanced at her father, her apprehension growing despite his smiling demeanor towards the guests. Something about his words made her uneasy.Then, Maddie's gaze fell upon her future husband. Their eyes met, and she felt an immediate urge to retreat. Even though her face was veiled, the intensity of the man's stare seemed to penetrate through.A wave of fear and a chilling sensation washed over her. There was an air of ruthlessness and danger that emanated from him. His cold, almost emotionless eyes locked onto her, causing her knees to tremble involuntarily."Marco, please take good care of my daughter," Maddie's father said, his smile still present as he offered his daughter's hand to the man.Maddie felt a chill shoot through her hand as Marco held it. She stole a quick glance at her soon-to-be-husband's hand before locking eyes with Marco, whose gaze seemed to penetrate through her veil."I will, sir," Marco responded formally to Maddie's father. They then made their way together towards the altar, ready to embark on their wedding ceremony.Anxiety washed over Maddie as the ceremony commenced, and it was in that moment, when Marco uttered the words, "I do," that the weight of her situation finally dawned upon her.The priest's gaze bore into her, causing her to gulp nervously. She knew there was no escaping the inevitable, even though becoming tied to a man who seemed to bring peril into her existence was far from her heart's desire.Marco shot a brief, impatient glance at Maddie, silently demanding her response. Maddie drew in a deep breath, fully aware of the repercussions that would follow if she didn't comply with her father's wishes."I-I do, Father," she managed to utter, fighting back the tears welling up within her. The weight of her emotions remained contained, locked away deep within her chest.As the priest finally proclaimed that the groom could seal their union with a kiss, Maddie and Marco turned towards each other, their faces held in anticipation.Marco gently lifted the veil that concealed Maddie's face, revealing her new husband's cold expression. Maddie shut her eyes tightly as Marco approached her.Without wasting a moment, Marco planted a swift kiss on Maddie's lips, eliciting applause from the delighted audience. But amidst the joyous atmosphere, Maddie couldn't shake the feeling of regret. She stood alone in a grand room, facing a grand mirror, brushing her hair and steeling herself for what awaited her on the first night of her marriage.As Maddie brushed her hair, the door to the room opened, and in the mirror, she caught sight of her husband approaching.Setting down her hairbrush, Maddie turned to face Marco, who stood behind her with an air of pride and honor."If this is not what you want, I will understand if you refuse," Marco spoke, his voice cold and composed.Maddie's gaze dropped, apprehensive about what lay ahead. She did not desire this. She did not wish to be touched by a man she did not love, nor did she desire any intimacy with a man she barely knew beyond their wedding day. But what choice did she have? She felt obliged to fulfill her husband's needs. Her father's words echoed in her mind, instilling an obligation she found difficult to refute.Marco sighed, and Maddie raised her gaze to meet his. Her eyes widened when she saw Marco undressing."If you're not going to say anything to stop me, I will take it as permission to have sex with you," Marco stated.Maddie firmly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood up and slowly removed her nightdress.Marco's lips parted in surprise at his wife's actions. Nevertheless, the desires of his flesh overpowered his other emotions.He quickly pulled his wife into a deep kiss, catching Maddie off guard, leaving her with no time to close her eyes. The next thing she knew, she was lying on the bed with Marco on top of her.Marco's movements were swift. He removed Maddie's underwear and looked at her one last time before speaking again."You can still stop me," Marco said in a hoarse voice.Maddie took a deep breath and shook her head. "This is my obligation as your wife. You don't have to ask me again. Do it."Marco retrieved a condom, put it on, and then positioned himself before slowly entering Maddie. She screamed in pain and discomfort as she accepted her husband's entirety.Maddie involuntarily pulled Marco's hair as he continued to penetrate her slowly.Tears streamed down Maddie's face as she felt Marco's fullness inside her. She gradually began to feel Marco's movements.That night, Maddie was overwhelmed by conflicting emotions. She succumbed to her husband's advances, but tears streamed down her face as she grappled with uncertainty about whether this was the life she truly wanted.They spent a passionate night together, but Maddie's exhaustion prevented her from fully retaining the memories of that evening.The following morning, Maddie awoke to an empty bed, realizing that her husband had left the country without informing her, leaving her feeling abandoned and alone.[MADISON ROSE]It has been a month since my husband abandoned me immediately after our first night together, leaving without a word after taking my virginity. His absence remains unexplained and he has yet to return.I found myself gazing at the tea cup resting on the table, my sighs filled with a heavy weight of disappointment and grief.Presently, I reside in my father's house. Initially, I attempted to stay in our shared home with Marco for the initial three days, but the lack of company aside from guards and household staff compelled me to return to my father's place.The memory of my father's intense fury upon learning about the events of our first night still remains vivid. He expressed his belief that I was not deserving of being a wife, resulting in Marco leaving me. I chose to accept his hurtful words, as I had grown accustomed to receiving such harsh treatment from my father throughout my childhood."Maddie, is there anything you need? Perhaps you're feeling hungry," our hou
[Madison Rose]"I had been hoping for him to choose Violet as his wife. Deep down, I believed she would be a superior partner for Marco. Unfortunately, Violet is still too young, so the responsibility fell on the eldest daughter. It's a situation that feels inherently unjust to me."As I absentmindedly chewed my food, I tried to drown out the constant discussion of Violet. There were times when my love for my sister clashed with feelings of envy towards the attention Walter showered upon her. Perhaps if Violet had been the one to get married, I would not have to worry about inheriting anything from him. Now, the entire company would be solely mine because I was the one wedded to the man who claimed to have saved it."Remember, Maddie, if Marco ever chooses to dissolve your marriage, you will not receive a single penny from me. Keep that in mind!"There were several grounds for annulling our marriage, and I was aware that it wouldn't be easily voided. However, aided by the influence of
[Madison Rose]Marco held both of my cheeks. My lips parted because of what he did, allowing his tongue to enter my mouth. It explored as if searching for something inside me. I couldn't help but close my eyes tightly. Something strange was happening in my stomach. It felt like a storm raging there, and I couldn't explain it.I couldn't breathe anymore. Nevertheless, I couldn't bring myself to push him away or stop him from kissing me. Instead of stopping him, I saw myself being drawn into what he was doing. This was part of my duty as his wife: to satisfy my husband's needs, so he wouldn't think of divorcing me and leaving me.When he finally released my hand that he had been holding earlier, I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck. Our kisses deepened, and I found myself reciprocating each of Marco's kisses."Hmm..." I couldn't help but release a small moan because of that. I seemed to have lost myself completely and my sanity had abandoned me.His hand moved from my neck. I could
Marco and I walked into the room simultaneously, finding my belongings already there. I remained stationary, grappling with the uncertainty of our situation and Marco's intentions, now that we were alone. Glancing at him, I noticed him loosening his tie, with the top buttons of his shirt undone, providing a modest view of his chest. Taking a deep breath, memories of witnessing his bare torso flooded my mind. Shaking my head, I reminded myself that now was not the time for such thoughts. But what did Marco do? He left the following morning, just like that!Marco approached the bed, taking a seat at its edge. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the veins on his forearms became visible as he moved."What are you doing, Maddie? Come here. We have unfinished business to attend to," he calls me over.Nervously, I began to walk toward him, my heart pounding in my chest. Marco was undeniably intimidating, his constant expression always cold and dark. Well, strictly speaking, that's two
"Mrs. Moretti," I heard a gentle knock on the door, accompanied by a voice calling my name. Each time I was addressed as such, it felt surreal, as if I was living in a dream. To think I had married someone as unreachable as Marco Moretti seemed too good to be true.Turning my attention towards the door, I rose from where I was seated. It was Lucille, the woman Marco had introduced earlier, whom I expected to see. Unlike our previous encounter, my attire was now impeccably neat, devoid of any wrinkles.Reflecting on that particular moment, a sudden warmth rushed to my cheeks, reminding me of the embarrassment ignited by Marco's previous actions.I was correct in my assumption. Upon opening the door, I discovered Lucille standing there. She greeted me cordially."Sir Marco has requested my assistance in acquainting you with everything you need to know as his spouse. Shall we proceed to the study room, Mrs. Moretti—""Please, just call me Maddie." They gave me all these fancy titles I wa
Remaining silent, I sat there, gazing at the food. My hunger had completely disappeared.After a few hours, I rose from my seat. Some onlookers seemed surprised, while Lucille and Renzo observed me closely, attentively following my actions."Ma'am—""I'm going to rest. I'm not hungry," I stated, emphasizing my lack of appetite.Without waiting for them to say more, I promptly departed, making my way up to the second floor and entering our bedroom. Leaning against the closed door, I closed my eyes, wondering if the feeling of solitude persisted, even in this space. Perhaps I had erred in believing that this house held a difference from my father’s. Maybe, wherever I found myself, the affliction of loneliness would always linger.Desiring rest, I readied myself for sleep, tending to personal hygiene and changing into fresh attire. Settling into bed, I enveloped myself in the warmth of the duvet. Although I had no intentions of actually sleeping, I shut my eyes, seeking solace in the dar
"Ma'am Maddie?"The tranquility in the room shattered, disrupted by a persistent knock on the door. I rose from my seat and greeted an unexpected visitor: Lucille."Ma'am, I've come to inform you about your scheduled appointment with Doctor Hayes at 2 pm today."An appointment? But I couldn't recall having any plans to see a doctor."Mr. Marco Moretti set up an appointment for you with an OB-Gyn today," Lucille stated as if reading what’s on my mind."OB-GYN?" I repeated, questioning whether I had heard correctly. "Why would I need to see an OB-GYN?" What was Marco's motive behind this?"I'm sorry, Ma'am, I don't have the specifics. However, I believe the doctor will provide all the necessary explanations during your meeting. Both Mr. Moretti and the doctor will discuss it with you."Recognizing Lucille's limited knowledge and her role as a messenger, I ceased my interrogation. It appeared that she was merely following instructions to inform me about the appointment.After lunch, I fi
Since that conversation with Marco regarding our decision not to have children, we haven't spoken. It's evident that he has no desire to start a family.It may be premature to speculate, but does he have any aspirations for the future? I cannot ascertain. It appears he truly has no intentions in that regard.As I drifted into slumber, I turned my gaze away from him, unwilling to confront the painful reminder of his hurtful words. While others or Marco may see those words as inconsequential, their impact on me was profound.Despite Marco's presence beside me, diligently engrossed in his late-night work, I willed myself to sleep. The darkness enveloped us, save for the soft radiance emanating from his laptop.Gradually, sleep claimed me that night. In the midst of my slumber, I found myself immersed in a dream, embraced by an unseen entity. The sensation of weightlessness and tranquility washed over me during those fleeting hours.The following day, our itinerary included a visit to Mar