Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Samantha

TWO WEEKS LATER…

I STOOD proudly in front of the board as I felt my husband's hand caressing my waist. The evilness in him that I just discovered after our marriage has worsened. Now, he wants my company, and he’s using my ill younger brother to control me. I regret accepting his proposal, I regret meeting him, I regret falling in love with him, damn, I regret everything. I should’ve known better. If only I am strong and not stupid enough to fall for his faked love.

 “Today, I called all of you for an important matter,” I started as I felt his hand going down to my hand. He intertwined our fingers and kissed my temple. I squeezed my eyes closed as he whispered in my ear. “I’ll tell them for you, sweetheart.”

 I looked at him with pleading eyes, but he just smiled and faced the people in front of us. “Effective today, I will be handling the company. I am the new director of the company.”

 I balled my fist under the table and because he’s holding my hand, he looked at me with a smile that I already know the meaning.

 “But why? Mrs. Samantha Davidson is perfectly good with her job.”

 “I agree, Mr. Davidson. It's not like we don’t trust you. We just can’t understand. For what reason?”

 Dylan chuckled and hugged my waist. “Well, that’s because my dear wife is already carrying my child.”

 I gaped at him after he said that. Carrying his child? I am not pregnant, and I will never ever carry his child. I’d rather die or get buried alive than carrying his blood in my belly.

 The people started clapping their hands while congratulating us, but I couldn’t even look at them. My eyes are glued to my evil husband as he pulled me and kissed me in front of everyone. He stared at me and whispered, “Smile, sweetheart, you wouldn’t want your brother dead, right?”

 I was forced to face the people and thank them.

I PUSHED Dylan away after we entered the car. He devilishly grinned at me and sat like an arrogant b*stard.

“You got what you want, free my brother.”

He burst in laughter and stared at me afterwards, he caressed my cheek, but I moved my face away. 

“Oh, sweetheart, your brother is doing fine. He's recovering very fast.”

“Can't you at least let me see him?”

He glared at me. “I'm not stupid, Samantha. You are a cunning b*tch, don't you think I'm not stupid enough to get fooled?”

I looked away and balled my fist. I felt an intense stare from somewhere until I spotted an unfamiliar driver glancing at me in the rear mirror.

He immediately looked away. He has a thick eyebrow and blue pair of eyes. His skin is so white and his lips is plump and red. 

I looked at Dylan. “Who is he?”

“Oh! He's Jacob, your bodyguard.”

I gasped. “Bodyguard?!”

He grinned again. “You can't leave the house starting today, sweetheart.”

“No!” that's too much! He can't take a full control over me. He can't just dominate my whole! Being a devil's prisoner is already too much, and now he's forbids my freedom?

“Yes, sweetheart. Your brother. Think of your brother.”

I pressed my lips together and look down. He's starting to ruin my life, and I hate that I can't do anything.

The whole ride was silent. We reach the house that I keep on pushing Dylan's hands away from me. I went straight to the bedroom and laid on the bed. I stared at the ceiling, thinking about my brother.

I pressed my lips together. I need to take my brother with me, we need to escape from my evil husband, but I don't know how. I don't even have any idea where he hides my brother.

WHEN we reached home, I quickly went to the bedroom and sat on the bed. I balled my fist and shifted my gaze to the big wedding picture on the wall just above the headboard of our bed.

I felt the unceasing pain in my heart as I saw how beautiful my smile was in the picture. I was so happy that time, but it has vanished now. Dylan tricked me, and now he's making my life miserable.

I wanted to run away, but thinking about my brother weakens me. If I leave, Dylan will hurt him and I can't allow it.

The door swung open. Dylan came with a bottle of whiskey in his hands. He drank from the bottle and locked the door behind him.

He slowly walks towards me. His eyes are burning with lust, and I already know what will happen next.

I slowly laid my back on the bed. I swallowed hard as he hovered to me and started kissing my neck. I pressed my lips together and squeezed my eyes closed.

I gasped when he tore my dress from the neck line and poured a whiskey in my body. 

I balled my fist. He already dominated me, and stole everything I have. I don't have anything to lose any more except for my brother. If luring him like this will give back my freedom in the end, I will use his lust for my freedom.

“No one will ever benefit from you but me. Only me, sweetheart.” he whispered and started kissing my stomach, licking every drop of the whiskey he poured to me.

I felt his big hands caressing my thighs, spreading them apart as he settles between them. He pulled the only remaining cloth covering my nakedness.

I gasped and shook my head while panting whilst kissing my core.

I felt so disgusted. I wanted to push him away, but making him believe that he completely dominated me under his spell is my only chance to get on his good side.

He hovered to me again and took all his clothes off.

Tears started streaming down my face as he successfully dominated my physical body. He hugged me and started moving above me.

I balled my fists even harder. He may have fully consumed my strength to refused to him and completely owned my body, but he will never ever get my heart again.

TO BE CONTINUED…