Novels by Baniq

He brought out handcuffs, and I scoffed at the sight of it. “Are those parts of your crafts too?” I asked without a clue. And I was oblivious to what he already had in plan for me.He remained silent this time, then headed towards me with the cuffs. My heart started beating faster than ever as I made to stand up and jump out of that scary bed but his strong grip pulled me back to lay down on that danger as he cuffed my arms and legs. Each limb to a bed pole.I cried and pleaded for him to release me, but what I only saw was a mean expression from Collins, or let me say my husband. I felt I was supposed to be loved, not to be cuffed.My legs were tied so wide that I started to feel the pain in my hip bone. Then, swiftly, he went back to the drawer again and grabbed a large ball gag.Then, I quickly remembered my father's strict advice while he was walking me down the aisle earlier. “You know he isn't just some kind of husband, I have secured a good space for you, and I trust my busines

His expression sent me opening my mouth out of the blue as “yes” was the only word that came out. “yes, I do” I quickly modified my word. My throat felt dry, and my nose blocked, but I just held onto my composure and stood there, breathing with my mouth slightly opened.Then, I looked back at Collins, and he just gave a soft wide chuckle, which I'm sure deep down, that he is really happy about this.The pope smiled to show how happy he is for a holy matrimony and he continued, “Mr Collins Norman, do you accept Miss Aliya Clarks as your lawfully wedded wife, in health or in sickness, in riches or in penury and in plenty or in scarcity…”“Yes, I do…” His deep baritone voice sent a jolt of vibrations that caused butterflies to fly in my belly. “I promise to shower you with the most intimacy a wife could ever need. Till death do us apart.” The crowd ended up clapping their hands softly, but that wasn’t my concern. He ended his speech with death? Wait, how would I know that I was supposed

“Hey, what are you doing here!” He said, looking into my eyes, really furious. I trust he already knows me because my father is always the one desperate for money, and he would have already given Collins everything he needed about me.I wanted to explain myself, but the words caught in my throat and fleeing seemed like the only option.Well, the next steps towards the wedding were carried out online as I couldn't dare to go back to his house, not after I had broken a bottle of perfume that seemed cosy.“What were you thinking that much about?” She asked, her face filled with worry. “Earth to Aliya!” Sarah's voice chapped, snapping me back to reality. I decided that it was going to be the last deep thought back in the day. The cologne still hung in the air, now battling with the heavy perfume she sprayed on me.She didn't even wait for me to give her my answer. She just came with the heart striking sentence, “it's time, let's steal the show to the alter”My heart skipped a bit as it ju

Aliya's POVThis is still so not clear to me because I had trusted my father to never come in between me and my boyfriend, Ethan. My heart pounded in my chest as the cologne in the room still felt new. My pain was supposed to have ended since the death of my loving mother some months back, but I'm just feeling down by the surprises life throws at me every day. I'd imagined this day would be filled with joy and celebration, but instead, it felt like a cruel twist of fate.Looking back, I realised my opinion stopped being important to my father, months ago as soon as he saw me as nothing more than a bargaining ship and it hit hard as a crushing blow, and not even my late mother's pleas can change my father's mind. The betrayal left me feeling numb like my own life was slipping away.The truth was even more insulting. My father saw me as a pawn, a way to climb the ladder, marrying me off to Collins to build his designed influence outstanding. It was clear that my feelings didn't matter