Ch. 18 - Trapped

Kiera POV

I dressed in a long silky gown feeling my stomach twist and turn. "Gorgeous as always, sweetheart." Jackson was behind me, arms wrapped around my waist, and looking at me with longing in his eyes.

"Are you really happy to have me this way?" I nearly cried in his arms. He was my husband and I wore his mark. That meant I still felt comfort from his touch. It made me sick that my body could feel anything but hate for this man though.

"You're mine, Kiera." His nose ran up his mark on my neck and a shiver ran through my body. So many days he held me like this. So many times I melted into him and believed whole heartedly in his love for me.

How didn't I see it? How could I've known him since we were children and never think him to be this cruel?

"For now, I'm yours. Don't forget that it is by force." My chin raised in the air, but I felt not an ounce of confidence in my body.

I wanted to run so far away. No, I wanted to pummel this man's face into the ground, then run far away.