Chapter 2

 Linda's p.o.v

Sitting on the silk and soft bed, I started thinking about today. The day was quite exhausting. The reception was dull and boring except for the father and daughter's dance. I enjoyed dancing with my first hero. He cracked some jokes and made me laugh.

On the other hand Daniel avoided me. He never at once looked up at me whereas I watched his every move. He was so attractive and dashing that I could not take my eyes off of him. I could not deny the fact that I married the man I loved, and I was tremendously happy.

"Get off my bed you ugly gold duckling." 

His voice took me unawares. Did I mishear him? I got off the bed and looked at him. He was a red flag to a bull. I took a step forward but to my surprise he stepped back and glared at me as if I was a piece of shit who was making him nauseated. 

He was having difficulty handling his body. He was drunk. On the night of our wedding. My heart suddenly felt heavy. 

"Because of you I lost the one I love, you gold-planner. I lost my Rose. How dare you say yes to my father when I told you to deny to this offer him. Huh?" 

I was taken aback. He loved someone else.

All of a sudden, the feeling of being unrequited hit me right in the core of my heart. My feet went cold, and I looked down in embarrassment. Why didn't he tell me? Was his dad unaware of this too?

"Look at me when I'm talking to you. Look at your face, no one will say you are a gold-digging bitch." My eyes were filled with tears and I was left numb. 

"You could have said if you wanted money." He spoke.

"You think I marry you because of money." I realised my voice was cracking. I already wanted to leave from there. Staying would made feel ashamed and stupid. 

Neither he posted anything about his love life nor did anything about his relationship status come up on the news. 

"So what? Either for fame or for wealth. It must be one of these two."

I shook my head. My heart could not take that. I loved him for years. If I wanted money I would have robbed him way before.

"Fine. Since you so much wanted this marriage, I'll show you how good I am as a husband. You will only face miseries with me."

He stood so close to me that I could even smell his cologne. I looked up at him with fear. His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. 

"And don't you dare touch my things without my permission. I don't want your filthy hands to dirt my things."

 I gasped. He was drunk but he made sure I understood each and every word of his. 

"Undress yourself." I was left appalled. 

He laughed viciously and stumbled on his feet. He grabbed the lampost which was beautifully providing light to the room for support.

"What?"

He could not stoop that low. 

"What happened darling?" 

He has the guts to mock me. He was about to touch my face, but I jerked his hand. "You wanted this right? You wanted this marriage. You wanted a husband. Aren't you happy I'm giving you what you want?" 

He smiled devilishly. Was that a slap on my face? I said I would fulfill all the desires of my husband and duties of a wife but how could I when my husband despised me to such an extent? 

I took a glance at him and he soon had a serious look on his face.

"I want you in my bed." Once again, he did not fail to surprise me.

"You are drunk." I was about to go when I felt a force pulling me and in just some seconds, I was pinned against the wall. 

"You don't have any other choice, sweetheart. Do you?"

 A flash of emotion swept over him. The odour of the alcohol was already hitting my nostril and I could sense my stomach turning. My heart started pounding. I had so many expectations and dreams but he was crushing each and every of them. 

"I did not know you love someone else otherwise I would not have married you." I said the last sentence in a low tone. 

"Oh shut up. Don't act so innocent. I sent you a letter through my personal assistant before going to France. I wrote everything in that letter. Stop acting as if you don't know anything." He spoke, not like a normal person but like a serpent who was spitting venom everytime he was opening his mouth.

'Which letter was he talking about? I did not receive any letter. His assistant only told me that he did not want me to accept the marriage offer if I was forced to do this.'

"I did not get any letter." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"So, you are telling me I shall doubt my faithful employee who worked for me for four years consecutively? Stop your act."

 He said and turned to go but before that he gave a warning to not tell his parents anything about this. His lawyer would prepare a contract for us. Basically, I was in a contract marriage. 

I sat down on the floor and let my tears fall. I could not get a divorce. 

'What would I say to my father?' He would not be able to bear it.

I loved Daniel but I could not keep him away from his love also. The way he acted proved that he loved that girl more than himself. The thought of being a third person in the relationship of Daniel and his love was already eerie to me. 

'How could I digest the fact that I was simply merely a contracted bride in a loveless marriage?'

I am the unwanted bride.