SIX

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.