Chapter 5

Angel's POV:

It's been a week since my husband traveled. Not gonna lie it was boring.

I kept doing the same things over and over again. I wanted to go outside and see what it looked like around this place.

But then I remembered that he told me not to leave the house.

So all I do is clean, eat, watch movies, read, swim, and sleep.

Over and over.

But today is different because my husband has come back.

I had no idea if I should be happy or sad, because the first thing he did when he arrived was walk straight to his room.

The sound of the door banging echoed through the house. I let out a breath before walking into the kitchen, maybe if I make dinner for him, that will make him happy.

I thought as I walked.

My eyes moved around the kitchen, grabbing the pot and cooking tools.

"What are you doing?" A deep voice asked making me raise my head.

My husband stood there, a frown on his lips.

"Uhm, I wanted to make a meal for you," I whispered looking down at the food.

"No, go get dressed, my father wants us to come over for dinner." He mumbled, his eyes still on me.

I nodded my head before walking towards the stairs, but stopped and turned back to him.

"Uhm welcome home," I said shyly before walking quickly not ready to get yelled at.

When I arrived at the door. I closed the door behind me. A breath left my lips as I tried to take things in.

"Dinner with his father," I said holding my cheeks. I was scared of Ace's father, even though he hardly spoke to me on the wedding day. I still had no idea what he was like.

Shaking my head, I walked towards my closet, my eyes moving around trying to pick an outfit. After looking, I stopped at a short black dress.

I pulled the dress and looked at it carefully before turning towards the mirror.

"This would do," I said to myself before walking towards my bed.i threw it on the bed and began ironing it with my hands. I paused and turned towards the door, then walked towards it. I made sure to lock it before walking back to my dress.

I wasn't ready for Ace to see me naked.

When I was done dressing, I  styled my hair and then applied a little makeup because my bruises were going off.

With that done, I headed back downstairs to meet my husband.

Ace gave me a nod, before walking towards the door.

No words were shared.

I looked down at my dress, and a disappointed sigh left my lips. Ace hadn't said anything about it.

"I want you to know that my family can be rude, so I want you to be at your best behavior," Ace mumbled.

"Don't over talk, talk when you are told to." He said.

"Walk with your head held up, you are a Kingston now, a future leader, so please act like one," Ace said glancing at me.

"Yes, Ace," I whispered looking away.

'So I'm a robot now, my only work is to take orders from him,' I thought to myself.

The drive to his parent's house was long and quiet.

He didn't say anything to me after that but did glance at me once in a while.

"Uhm is this an only family dinner or more people would be attending?" I asked softly.

"Just my family and yours," Ace mumbled. I gave him a confused look before asking.

"Family, my father told me he would be traveling soon," I said.

Ace gave me a look, a chuckle leaving his lips.

"Traveling to where?" Ace asked.

"Uhm I don't know, he just mentioned it at the wedding," I mumbled.

"Baby girl, your father still owes me and my brother's money, so if he tries to run, we will kill him," Ace said like it was the most normal thing to say.

Without thinking, I turned straight.

No words to say.

Ace lets out another chuckle before shaking his head.

"All I know is, you are all mine Angel, and no matter what you can't leave," Ace said. But all I could think of was how fucked up my life was because of my father.

"Now let's go," Ace said opening his car door.

As usual, I watched him walk to my side of the car. He opened it and waited patiently for me to come out.

"Again, don't overdo yourself, talk when necessary, don't laugh too much, don't giggle or show love interest to my brothers." He continued saying those words.

But all I did was look at the ground, no idea what to do next.

I felt a mix of emotions as I prepared myself mentally for dinner with Ace's family. 

The tension between them was palpable, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of being controlled. 

As I listened to Ace's instructions, I  began to question the nature of my marriage and the expectations placed upon me.

The revelation about my father's debt added another layer of complexity to my predicament, leaving me feeling trapped.

Despite the attempts to comply with Ace's demands, I couldn't escape the sense that my life was spiraling into an increasingly complicated and unsettling reality.

As Ace outlined the expectations for my behavior, I grappled with the realization that my autonomy was slipping away. The internal conflict intensified as Ace casually spoke about serious consequences, reinforcing the gravity of my situation.

I couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider in my own life. Ace's control seemed suffocating, and the prospect of facing his family only heightened my anxiety.

With each step, I pondered the cost of the decisions that had led me to this point, questioning if I could find a way to reclaim agency in my narrative.

"Just for a while." I thought.

Just a little bit more time thenn I could plan something out and leave this life, because I knew that if I didn't find a way out of this marriage, I might just die in it.