"GET up, you little bitch."
Gideon grabbed a handful of my hair, forcing me to look up at him. I tried to pick up my underwear on the carpeted floor below the bed, but he pulled me up and dragged me away from the queen-sized bed.
"We're not done yet, Bianca," he said, his voice rugged, his eyes dark as he forced me to face the wall of our room.
"I-I'm already tired, Gideon," I muttered, my voice a bit shaky from tiredness and fear. I tried to cock my head in his direction, but then he stopped me. He grabbed both my hands and plastered them on the dark wall of our bedroom. The wall felt cold against my skin.
"Do you fucking think I care, Bianca?" he grumbled behind me. "I'm your husband. It's your duty to satisfy my needs. Now, shut up and don't move," he demanded.
Before I could answer, he had already parted my legs and slammed me from behind.
My mouth parted with a mixture of pleasure and pain. I let out a gasp as he pushed all of his manhood inside of me. Gideon was as huge as a beast. I always feel a tinge of pain every time he enters me.
"Ah... Fuck!"
Gideon growled as he started moving behind me like a wild animal, and soon after, the pleasure I slightly felt turned into pain. He's always like this. A monster in bed. He never once took me in a gentle manner.
"G-gideon..." I grunted in pain. I kept my hands steady as they bore all the pressure from his intense slamming.
My fingernails scratched the wall as he kept on thrusting behind me. Beads of sweat trickled down my face.
"Y-you're hurting me."
"Shut up, Bianca!" his dark voice echoed in the room. He pulled my hair as he continued to fuck me from behind. "Just fucking take me, bitch."
"B-but... I'm... already five months... pregnant, G-gideon," I croaked. My eyes went down to the small bump in my belly.
"What made you think that I cared about that child, Bianca?" I heard a loud groan escape his lips. "It's not even mine."
I instinctively wanted to place my hand on my belly... but I couldn't do it with my position. Instead, hot tears started to form in the corner of my eyes. I always felt helpless against him.
"You're evil, Gideon," I said, gritting my teeth. "You're... really Charlie's opposite."
He suddenly stopped moving behind me. Then I felt his fingers dig into my hips. I bit my lip hard. I could taste my blood in them.
"Yes. I'm a devil, Bianca," he barked behind my ear. I could feel his hot breath on my sensitive skin. "And unfortunately for you, you're married to one." He bit the shell of my ear, and I almost screamed in pain. "The next time you mention that bastard's name, I'll fucking fuck your brains out until you won't be able to walk." He resumed moving behind me. This time, harder. Faster. More forceful.
"You fucking understand me?"
No words escaped from me. I only managed to nod my head. My lips were already trembling, my voice rugged, my knees weak.
I felt like I would collapse any minute now. I just whimpered in silence as I prayed for this to be over.
"Fucking shit!" Gideon's loud moan echoed around the room as he stopped slamming me. He finally let go of me. Hot and sticky liquid gushed between my thighs.
I balled my trembling hands into fists as I started to catch my own breath. I shut my eyes and stayed still for a moment before I turned around to face him.
Gideon was already putting back his clothes. He threw me a blank look as he picked up his expensive coat. He wore it over his dress shirt.
I wanted to run towards him and hurt him with my own hands. I wanted to scratch his face. I wanted to punch and kick him until he bled in front of me.
But I couldn't do that. I couldn't manage to stand up against him. The only thing I could do was to clench my fist as I slowly slipped on the carpeted floor, my knees giving up on me.
Gideon picked up my clothes from the bed and threw them at me. They landed on my lap.
I picked them up with gritted teeth as I met his eyes. "I fucking hate you, Gideon," I muttered, the corner of my eyes hot with tears.
He just arched his brows as he put on his million dollar watch on his wrist. "The feeling is mutual, my dear wife," he answered, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Make sure to get dressed later. We'll be attending my mother's birthday tonight."
He said before turning his back on me and heading to the door, leaving me there alone.
I clutched my clothes to my chest. Hot tears fell from my eyes as I leaned my head on the cold wall.
"I fucking hate you so much!" I shouted, my voice echoing in the four corners of the room. "I fucking hate you, Gideon Henry." I gritted my teeth as I wiped the fresh tears on my face. "You have no heart. You're a devil. A monster in human form!"
I loathed the day Gideon Henry came into my life. Ever since that day, everything in my life has spiraled. The man ruined my life, and I hated him for that.
But I hated myself more for being so powerless. For being weak. I couldn't even manage to stand up against him. Ever since we got married, I felt like I was living in a hellhole made by him, Gideon, the devil himself.
I placed my hand on the small bump on my belly and tried to feel the little bean growing inside me.
I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry for putting you in this fuckup situation. But don't worry, your mommy loves you, okay?
This baby inside of me... it's the only thing keeping me alive right now. He's my only light in this hellhole of a marriage.
I won't let anyone hurt you...
I promise I'll protect you, my baby. I won't let him hurt you. I promise I'll be strong for the both of us.
I didn't know how long I remained in the corner of the room before I picked myself up.
On my way to the bathroom, I saw our wedding picture resting on the corner of the carpeted floor.
I picked it up, threw it in the bin, then I entered the bathroom and stood under the shower. I let the hot water wash away all the traces of my husband from my body.
"BIANCA!" Amelia Henry, Gideon's mother, welcomed me with a big smile on her face. The woman was stunning in her emerald green dress and pearl necklace. She looked regally beautiful at her age. Amelia was already fifty-five, but she could still pass as a woman in her forties. "Amelia." I managed to return her smile as I kissed her cheek. "Happy birthday." Gideon might be a devil, but his family's different. Everyone I've met in my husband's family was nice to me. When Gideon introduced me as his wife to Amelia, the woman welcomed me with open arms. She even gave me a diamond necklace, an heirloom of the Henry family. "Oh, thank you, dear," she muttered. "Gosh, you look stunning," Amelia praised me as she looked at me from head to toe. "Pregnancy suits you, Bianca." Stunning? Well, all thanks to my make-up and beautiful dress. When I stared at the mirror earlier, I saw a confident woman standing in front of me. Far different from the weak Bianca that was left alone crying a
I WANTED to excuse myself and run away. But it felt like my feet were rooted to the ground. I couldn't move. Even my heart felt like it had stopped beating for a moment. "Bianca..." Charlie greeted me with his familiar voice. I stared at him. His handsome face didn't change over the past five months that I hadn't seen him. "It's nice to finally meet you." He extended his hand to me. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I accepted his hand. "S-same here, Charlie." My heart constricted when I tried to meet his eyes. His lips were smiling, but her chinky eyes… they were saying otherwise. They were cold and emotionless. "Mom said you're already pregnant," he said after letting go of my hand, his eyes drifting to my belly. I felt a shiver run down my spine. My heart started beating erratically inside my chest. "Congratulations, Bianca." "T-thank you." His eyes went back to meet mine. This time, I looked away from him. I couldn't handle his stares. His cold and dead eyes were
"G-GIDEON!" I muttered when Gideon grabbed me in the arm and placed me at his side. He didn't give me a glance as his eyes stayed on Charlie. "What are you doing with my wife, Charlie?" Gideon asked in a dark voice. "Didn't I ask you to stay away from her?" "I saw your wife throwing up, Gideon," Charlie answered with the same dangerous voice as Gideon. "I just helped her. If you don't want to see you with another man, then you should've never left her side." I could feel the tension between the two men. I knew Gideon hated his brother. But Charlie... this is the first time I've seen him with this expression on his face. "G-Gideon... Charlie just helped me." I grabbed his left arm. "Let's go..." I knew Gideon wouldn't make a scene here. And Charlie... he's never violent, but he's very perceptive. I didn't want him to notice anything. Gideon's left arm snaked to my waist. "The next time I see you near my wife, you know what I'd do, Charlie." He gritted his teeth before pullin
I TOOK a deep breath as I stared at the suitcase in front of me. This is it, Bianca. No more backing out. Today, I finally decided to escape from Gideon. I couldn't allow myself to stay with him any longer. After what happened that night... five days ago... I suddenly found the courage to leave. I know how powerful Gideon is. I have all the reasons to be scared of him. But if I continued to be like this—scared, weak, and pathetic—I would lose my baby. I shut my eyes when I remembered how terrified I was that night... when I thought I already lost my baby. "If something happened to my baby, I would have fucking killed you, Gideon Henry." I angrily muttered to Gideon. The corner of my eyes were hot with unshed tears. I was lying on our king-sized bed after our doctor left. Of course. The powerful and ruthless Gideon Henry didn't drive me to the hospital. Instead, he called for a private doctor to come to his house. My hand protectively held onto my belly. The doctor tol
I woke up in an unfamiliar room. It took me a while before I could finally open my eyes and adjust to the blinding lights. "Bianca, you're awake." I stopped when I heard a familiar voice beside me. I turned to my side and saw... Charlie. He was sitting on the couch near me. He looked like he just woke up with his slightly disheveled hair and creased long-sleeve shirt. What was he doing here? My lips parted when he stood up and went to me. I looked around the room. Everything was white. My heart started pounding. "W-where am I?" I asked, my lips trembling when I saw the IV tube on my arm. "You're in the hospital, Bianca." Just like that, everything came back to me. I was finally escaping from Gideon. I was driving on the road when I received a call from Amelia... saying that Gideon had been in an accident. The news shocked me that I momentarily forgot I was in the middle of the road. Then... a truck. It was coming my way. The last thing u saw before I lost my consciousness
"OH. I'm so sorry, Bianca." Amelia cried as she pulled me into a tight embrace. It was my third day in the hospital when Amelia and Darwin came. I thought I had already become numb from the past three days. But the moment I heard Amelia sobbed, hot liquid pooled in my eyes. "My poor grandchild." I didn't know how long we stayed in each other's arms until we both calmed down. "I'm sorry it took us days before we visited you," Amelia apologized while holding my arms. I stared at her. She seemed five years older than the last time I saw her—at her own party a week ago. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. Her porcelain skin was now dry and saggy. "How are you, Bianca?" she asked in a gentle voice. "Charlie told me you're not properly eating your meals." "I don't have the appetite," I said in a weak voice. She grabbed my hand and gently pressed it. "The baby... Charlie said he looked just like you." "C-Charlie?" "Yes… Bianca." Amelia gave a gentle smile. "Charlie buried
Five months ago… "Will you miss me?" Charlie asked as he rested both of his hands on my shoulders. I tilted my chin to meet his eyes. "Of course," I said, pouting my lips. "My fiance will be away for three months. I'm sure as hell going to miss him badly." Charlie was my boyfriend, who became my fiancé a week ago. We met each other three months ago in the New York public library. I couldn't forget the first time we met. I was in the adult section of the library when he approached me and asked for directions. And because I got mesmerized by his face, I accidentally gave him the wrong direction. A playful smile appeared on his lips. "Would you come with me, then?" I pouted as I played with his hair. "You know I have work, right?" I was working as a children's librarian at the New York Public Library, where we met. "Yeah." He chuckled, making his eyes turn into slits. "I'm just trying my luck." Charlie was half-American, half-Korean. He was so good looking with his mixed Asia
"LAST month, I lost a lot of money at the casino. There, I met Mr. Gideon Henry. He lent me a huge amount of money without asking for collateral… He said he's confident that I could win back all the money I lost…" I was pacing back and forth in front of Dad as I listened to his explanation. "But that didn't happen… I didn't win. I lost every penny I borrowed from him. Gideon Henry… gave me one month to pay off my debt. He said that if I didn't pay him on time, he would send me to jail." "Dad…" I stopped in front of him. I shut my eyes as my hand went to my forehead. "Why did you only tell me about this now?" We just talked on the phone last week, and he didn't mention anything to me. "Why did you keep me in the dark, Dad?" "I didn't want to give you problems, Bianca." I wanted to get mad at him. For hiding things from me. But somehow, I wanted to blame myself for not being perceptive enough. I thought he was doing fine here. I had no idea he was already dealing with something.