Something was wrong. I could feel it. I've been worried about her ever since I left her in his room.
She appeared so solemn and quiet. To be more specific, numb. As if she had lost everything. This is not how newlywed women behave, especially when their husband is such an influential and desired man. Something was clearly wrong. Something I couldn't quite pin down.Her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to hide, I couldn't forget the sorrows and fear that were reflecting in those hazel eyes. Was she perhaps coerced into this wedding?But why would Kevin force her when he didn't lack anything himself? He's perfect. He's every woman's dream. Jesus, nothing was making sense at all. I couldn't reach any conclusion. Her pale face and those sad eyes were all I could recall. She exuded an aura of melancholy and uncertainty, as though she was going through something very hard. My mind wandered back to the first time she was brought here. She seemed fine. Yes, she was quiet back then too, but not sad. I still remember the first time I saw her, when she smiled politely at me, and how it instantly warmed my heart. She's a lovely young lady with sparkling eyes that could captivate anyone and her sweet demeanor could melt hearts.The second time she was here, she seemed worried and in utter desperation to meet him, and now this? This sudden wedding. What exactly is their relationship like? For some reason, these questions kept disturbing my peace over and over, but I chose to ignore them and focus on something else. Perhaps I was hallucinating and there's nothing like that. Even if there were, I had no right to intrude on their personal space. But I truly wished she was all right.Anxiety always makes my heart beat abruptly. Inhaling sharply, to calm the inner turmoil, I walked out of my room. Unlike other servants, I live inside the mansion. Glancing up at the gigantic wall clock, my aging eyes read 2:45 am. Few hours left till dawn. Time seemed to crawl by as I battled with my restless mind.Sleep was still miles away from my eyes. I couldn't sleep at all and decided to have my black coffee. After making myself a hot cup of coffee, I was heading back to my room but a familiar sound of footsteps caught my attention. Looking up I saw Master coming downstairs. He was casually dressed and his hair was neatly done. Probably leaving for the club again. But I thought he would have skipped it today considering the fact it's his wedding night. His gaze fell on me. He paused as though a fleeting thought halted his walk. "Take care of her," Master commanded, words quick, concern apparent on his face and then he left as soon as I nodded in agreement.Leaving my untouched coffee on the counter, I decided to visit her as per his instructions. I knocked on the door once, then twice but received no response. Is she asleep? The lights were on, though. I timidly touched the door handle, too apprehensive to enter a newlywed's room at this hour. God knows in what condition she would be at the moment. Fingers fidgeting in nervousness, I entered the room, and the sight I witnessed left me speechless. It was a mess. The lights were on, there were clothes on the floor, and master's strong cologne lingered in the air. As I got closer, I could see the duvet dangling from the bed and the disheveled sheets with bright stains of red at the center, and between the messy sheets, she lay motionless, her back to me. In the peculiar silence of the room, I could hear my heartbeat quickening as anxiety crept through my body. She wasn't moving. Not at all. I gulped and strained my eyes to see if she was even breathing, which, thank goodness, she was, albeit very slowly.What did he do to her? I took quick steps over to the bed, and the sight stunned me. She's crying. Her gaze was fixed on the moon, as sparkling tears made their way down her rosy cheeks. One, then another, and then another. Tears were continuously streaming down her eyes. She didn't seem to be aware of my presence. I called her but she didn't respond. Bending down, I gently touched her upper arm making sure not to touch the fierce bite mark that was on her shoulder. However, she didn't look at me. Her teary eyes were looking at the night sky, blankly. This worried me a lot.As she was lying on her stomach, my gaze was drawn to her naked back. Red marks and scratches abounded her pale skin. I peered lower and realized her wrists had finger imprints as well as if he held them too tightly. He didn't force her, did he? Although it may seem impossible, her condition suggested otherwise. It's not the way people treat their wives on the first night. Or ever! How could he leave after hurting her so badly? It wasn't lovemaking, he violated her. It was difficult to believe that Master did all this to her. Even though he dated a lot of women and even slept with many, I had never seen him treat women with disrespect. So why did he hurt her?To rouse her from the world she was getting lost in, I hesitantly touched her wet cheek this time. Her gaze shifted from the moon towards me, blinking several times adjusting to the brightness of the room, she looked at me. The moment her gaze met mine, her hands fumbled over the white sheets hurriedly in an attempt to cover herself. She attempted to sit up, but the tense expressions on her face suggested that she was in much pain. "Good Heavens! Let me help you…" I leaned down hastily and put my hand on her bare back assisting her in sitting. I then aimed for the glass on the table while she rested her back against the bedpost. She didn't look alright. No, she certainly wasn't."Here..." I brought the glass to her lips, but she held it in her right hand while her left hand grasped the sheets tighter against her breasts, hoping I wouldn't notice his brutality—those red bruises and marks all over her chest. However, those were too obvious to hide. My gaze returned to her eyes and then lowered to her bruised lips. Her bottom lip had a deep cut in the corner. I reached for a tissue and handed it to her so she could clean up the dried blood. Blinking back her tears, she sat up straight, allowing a better view of her upper body. At that time, I was at a loss for words or actions or anything. Her arms and neck were covered in hickeys, bites, and fingerprints. Those weren't love marks, but angry marks.Her voice shook as she let out a small, "T-thank you," dodging eye contact. She reluctantly dabbed the blood with the tissue, and as she did so, a painful whimper escaped her lips. The cut was deep.Not wanting to talk about him or anything related to him, I walked ahead and grabbed their clothes that were laying on the ground. I gave her a quick glance to see if she needed anything, but instead, I noticed that she was looking at the scattered clothes with a hint of sadness in her eyes. She must have had bad memories linked with them. My eyes glistened with compassion for her. Holy, I don't know what to do or say. I couldn't even ask if she was okay because I knew she was not. Everything seemed so strange, I thought she was someone special to him. Was I wrong? Does he not love her, but why do his eyes say otherwise?I put their clothes on the couch and stepped forward to assist her as I noticed that she was having trouble standing. I put her arm around my neck and helped her to the restroom. "I can do it from here. P-please, leave," her voice was hoarse and it shook uncontrollably as she limped in and closed the door. With those pure-looking eyes, she exuded such innocence, and her tone was so gentle, concerns regarding her filled my heart. How did she end up with him? Restless, I stayed there in front of the closed door for a while wanting to help her, however, I took a reluctant step back once I heard noises coming from behind the door. The room soon echoed with her faint cries, shattering my heart. I wanted to talk to her but I knew it wasn't the right time. She was in no condition to talk about anything. I sighed deeply and walked out of the room, sadness coursing through my veins and prayers leaving my lips. 'God help her, give her strength.'What else could I do but pray for this poor soul? ༻❁༺The night was terrifying with snow storms hitting the window over and over again, the weather unexpectedly changed from serene to chaotic. Just like her life.Painful whimpers escaped her lips as she dragged her feet toward the full-length mirror. Her right hand clenched the white sheet against her naked body while the left one held the cold wall for support. There's a noticeable limp in her walk. Emma took in a shaky breath attempting to endure the agonizing pain between her legs but it was futile. The hours-long session had sapped all of her energy. His stamina… he's a fucking beast. She couldn't even stand up straight, walking was next to impossible. As Emma gazed upon her own reflection in the mirror, her lips began to quiver and heart-wrenching sobs shattered the once peaceful silence of the room. Her pale skin was covered with hickies. There was a big bite mark on her shoulder. She was completely ruined with her neck covered in hickeys that were hurting, her eyes swollen, no clothes on, and her naked body wrapped up in a white sheet that had blood spots and splashes in the middle—her virginity blood—she looked dirty. She felt dirty. Emma's eyes welled up with more tears.The reality of her life was brutal and gut-wrenching. She had been naively waiting for the perfect person, someone she could wholeheartedly love and trust. And this is what she got. A monster. A fucking beast.Even though she didn't fight him when he was destroying her, he still manhandled her. His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth. He sucked and kissed and licked her however he liked, tongue, teeth, and lips all actively engaged in tainting and claiming her. His marks were everywhere on her body. She smelt like him. She belonged to him.It had already been an hour. Emma was still sitting under the water, washing away his filthy touch. She rubbed her body vigorously, trying to remove his marks, trying her best to distract her mind, but all she could recall was his eyes. His eyes, she could never forget the darkness of those eyes. They were filled with lust so intense that her body shivered just by recalling it. His lustful growls were still echoing in her mind, setting a wave of distress to run through her body. She had a sliver of hope that he wouldn't force himself on her, but it died in this very room, on his very bed. Perhaps she had forgotten that nothing is ever exactly as it appears.Appearances can be deceiving. Words are veiled. As the memories kept returning, playing right before her eyes as if she were reliving those traumatic moments again, tears that were beginning to form at the corners of her eyes began to melt down her pale face. He touched her. He touched her all over. She could still feel the sensations his touch caused. The way his hands ran all over her body touching her in places she didn't want to be touched. And the way he kissed her. It was killing her. The shame and grief were making it difficult for her to even breathe.Minutes later faint sobs echoed in the room along with the sound of the water droplets. Emma sank to the floor. Resting her head against the misty glass wall, she finally wept her heart out. She let out the tears she had been holding back for days. Warm tears mixing with the cold water left no traces of the weakness she was showing at the moment. Her cries soon filled the space. How could she be so naive as to let him play with her? Money, a mere piece of paper, gave him the right to trample her dreams and dignity. Money, is needed for everything, and everywhere. If you have it, you're highly respected, if you don't, then you're destined to be subjected to never-ending humiliation. The world would be much better if the medium of exchange could be changed to love, care, and respect rather than mere pieces of paper. Half an hour later, Emma limped back to his bed, numbly—her mind was a mess. Where did she go wrong? What sin did she commit for facing such brutality of her fate? Too hurt to sleep, she spent the night looking at the crescent moon that had witnessed her demolition a while ago. Though her tears had dried up and she wasn't crying anymore, her heart and soul were still weeping.The sex wasn't as painful as the feeling it left behind. He won!As the tragic night neared its end, the bright rays of the morning sun flooded the room, driving away the remnants of darkness. Yet, for her, the shadows enveloping her life remained impenetrable, indifferent to the sun's feeble attempt. Only if these rays could diminish the dark that had besieged her life too. Nothing however could make it happen, she knew. No light, no matter how brilliant, could breach the depths of sorrow that had burdened her heart and soul. Frail and broken, she lay beneath the silk sheets. Her puffy eyes fluttered open, only to be blinded by the streaming rays of light. Blinking in confusion, Emma wearily rested her head back on the pillow for a few seconds allowing her blurry vision to slowly adjust to the dazzling morning light. With her cheek still gently pressed against the silk pillow, she looked around dumbfounded. The dark walls exuded an air of mystery, magnificent chandeliers dangled gracefully, while a huge window framed the breathtaking view of
"Where were you?" A deep, velvety voice caught her off guard. Startled, she spun towards the sound, only to find herself face to face with him again. There he sat on the couch exuding an undeniable aura of power and allure. Emma's throat grew parched, her fingers anxiously gripping the fabric of her dress as a surge of fear and shame washed over her. She had believed, naively, that she would make it home before him but fate was not on her side."I asked you something, Emmeline Smith," he repeated, giving an extended pause on the word, Smith as though asserting she was his to command. Kevin's words cut through the relentless stream of questions swirling in her mind, his sharp tone enough to convey his seething rage."I was at the hospital," her voice came out as a whisper, barely audible while her slightly puffy eyes refused to look into his ocean-deep ones that were giving her all the attention she dreaded. The shame was too obvious to let go. He had seen her naked. He had done di
The warm water, like a lover's touch, danced upon their naked bodies, intimately tracing each curve and contour. Kevin's eyes remained fixed upon Emma, utterly mesmerized by her beauty. Her long waves had loosened up with droplets gently trickling down its ends. A few strands playfully clung to her face and neck urging him to gently brush them behind her shoulders, allowing the damp waves to gracefully rest against the curve of her lower back.His gaze, brimming with desire, slowly moved from her face to her neck. The water had washed away the veil of concealer she had so meticulously applied, revealing the bold evidence of his ardent desire etched upon her skin—exquisite poetry of countless hickies and bites adorning her neck and collarbones."Put your arms down," Kevin demanded in a chillingly deep voice, his tone somewhat desperate and tinged with sheer need. Panic surged within her however she stood still, her arms failing miserably at hiding her bare body from his penetrating g
After dirtying her and cleaning himself, the man wore a black bathrobe that covered his glistening muscles flawlessly and stepped out of the bathroom leaving her alone in there. Realizing his departure Emma couldn't hold back her sobs anymore. She put a hand on her mouth and sank to her knees, feeling her legs giving up on her. Days of weakness and severe pain between her legs rendered her unable to even stand. It was expected as intense back-to-back sessions were undoubtedly exhausting for a girl who hadn't been sexually active her entire life.With her bare back against the cold tiles, Emma sat down on the wet floor. The shower was still on, washing away all the filthiness and sweeping away her tears but the feeling of his touch still lingered on her body. She was still able to feel his possessive touch and hear his lustful grunts and sinful whispers. Emma sobbed uncontrollably while curling her knees to her chest and hugging her shoulders crying her heart out. While agreeing o
As the dawn broke, the morning arrived in all its glorious splendor, painting the sky with hues of gentle light. Emma awoke to the melodic chirping of birds, a sweet symphony that oddly enough managed to calm her down, telling her that the night was gone. She turned around, relishing the comfort of the duvet and the gentle caress of the silk sheets that teased her bare skin. The softness felt so foreign. Wasn't she on the couch? Emma's eyes widened in panic. In sheer panic. She sat up, a bit too quickly and looked to the other side of the bed. It was empty however the crinkled silk hinted at his presence. Her heart raced at a maddening speed as the realization set in - they slept together.Fear took hold of her, sending tremors down her core and hastening the rhythm of her breath. She hurriedly looked down under the duvet and a sigh of relief escaped her lips once she found herself clad in the same black nightgown she had worn the previous night. The frantic pounding in her chest
Emma had been an early riser all her life, usually waking up around six or seven in the morning. However, it wasn't her fault that she couldn't sleep well in his presence. Dragging her feet into the shower, she washed all the sins of last night once again, wore a nice knee-length dress and covered her neck with a silk scarf to hide the hickies he left on her. With slow steps, she walked out of the room and descended the stairs. The mansion was royally adorned and insanely huge, leaving her wondering how many people lived there besides the army of maids and servants who greeted her with the utmost reverence. Amanda offered to show her around which Emma didn't refuse as she didn't want to be alone and let depressing thoughts consume her."Does he live alone?" Emma asked and Amanda nodded her head. "Yes ma'am. His father passed away a few years back. And Mrs Smith lives abroad," said Amanda and Emma nodded. She didn't ask anything further. The day soon surrendered to night. The setti
In the otherwise quiet room, the sound of her heels smacking the floor caught his attention. Kevin was sitting on the divan, a cigarette in his hand. He pressed the bud to his mouth and sucked in, gray eyes fixed on her bare back before resting on her reflection in the full length mirror. She was dressed in a red gown with a pleated square neck, a long side split, and backless— the only support came from a pair of thin straps that were meant to hold the dress from slipping down. Her hair was elegantly bunned. There was no makeup on her face except for a subtle shade of red that was smudged over her plump lips.Kevin licked his lips and flicked the cigarette into the bin, eyes gleaming as he examined the straps of her gown. He lowered his face and smiled a little before rising from his seat and approaching her, standing close to her. Dangerously close. Emma's breaths hitched, fearful that this closeness would result in another leg numbing session. When his cold fingers touched her b
Heart hammering in fright for the night that lay above her, she adjusted her dress and got out of the car. Outside the mansion, a swarm of paparazzi were waiting for them, clicking pictures feverishly in an attempt to catch a peek of the newlyweds. Kevin was accustomed to their endless chatter and the restless camera flashes but Emma wasn't used to getting all that fame and attention. She felt anxious and blinked nervously when Kevin stood next to her, hand holding her waist, and the agitated camera flashes became more intense. Emma gulped.Like a proud wolf of a pack, his fingers danced on her back and then grabbed her waist firmly as he shot her a teasing glare. "Pretend to be my loving wife," whispering, he gave a slight tug on her waist while pulling her close to him. Of course, she knew how to behave being Mrs Kevin. She knew he'd never put up with any unpleasant situation caused by her. Kevin found it unsettling that Emma simply nodded without even glancing at him. In contras