Masuk
The walls were beautifully painted in white, expensive furniture arranged in place. It announced luxury in every way possible, which was actually what the owner intended.
In the middle of this opulence, a young man in his twenties stood completely still. It was the stillness of a rabbit in a snare, a silent admission that any movement on his part was powerless to change what was happening around him. “What did you just say?” William asked, disbelief clear in his voice. He stared, shocked, at the man in his mid-fifties. “Who did you say is getting married!” William shouted, his eyes bloodshot, his heart beating fast. But why shouldn't it? His family was trying to sell him out to the man everyone feared. “You, William.” The old man, sitting comfortably on the white cushion, sipped his alcohol calmly, as if what he'd just said was not a big deal. Well, not for him. For William, it was everything. How could he do this to him? Arrange a marriage for him, without his consent? His whole world crumbled like a sandcastle. “How could you do this to me!” William's eyes felt moist, his body trembling. “I have tried to live as silent as a rat. But you dared to hand me to the devil.” He couldn't hold back the tears anymore; they fell like rain droplets on his proclean face. “I'm your son too, Dad.” “Yes, you are my son. That's why you should take on this responsibility.” “Your son.” William let out a painful, hollow laugh. “You were only my dad in name. We both know you were never a father to me. It has always been Alex. Never me.” Crash. His father threw the glass cup at his feet. It shattered into tiny pieces, like William's heart, leaving bruises on his white feet. “How dare you? Speaking to me like that!” The old man's chest heaved in anger. “Dad, calm down.” Alex rushed to him, rubbing his back gently. William stared at his snake of a brother in disgust. His mere presence was like a mosquito, forever buzzing in his life. “You should be honored that you're helping the family, little brother,” Alex said, his lips curling up in a beautiful arch. What did he just say? “Helping out the family?” William couldn't help but to say. “Alex between the both of us, who is supposed to be helping out the family?” Alex's smile suddenly disappeared without a trace like it was never there. “ What do you mean by that?” William folded his arms, staring straight at Alex like daggers. “Shouldn't you be the one getting married instead? Since you've been the one receiving all the good favors in this family. Big Brother.” “Why, you whore.” Slap. The sound of that slap on his cheek echoed in the room. A red mark visible on William's cheek. His mouth tasted like metal. The painful sting made the tears burst out. “Oh, mom! You shouldn't leave any mark where it'll be visible,” Alex said with his hand on his mouth but it couldn't hide the huge grin on his face. “Don't worry," A woman standing beside William said, cleaning her hand with a handkerchief taken from her gown’s pocket. “It will be gone before the wedding.” Then threw the handkerchief on William's face. William's face was filled with tears. He looked like a puppy left in the rain. He should be used to this by now. Yet he wasn't. His heart felt like it's being stabbed. Not once, not twice. His feet couldn't carry his weight anymore. And he fell to his knees. His back slouched. Painful sobs escaped his lips. His sobs were heart wrenching. Though it sounded like music to his so-called family. Alex looked at William and smirked. “Could you stop acting so pathetic?” he said, as he walked towards William, squatting in front of him and raised his face up. “ Dad only asked you to marry Jacob Adams. The one and only business dragon. You will be living in luxury”. “That's if he lives to enjoy it.” Alex's mother settled onto the armrest of his father's chair, crossing her legs. Her vivid red nails in view. “True.” Alex grasped William's chin, turning his face left, then right, inspecting him like livestock. “But your pretty face might make him keep you longer.” He tilted William's head up, forcing eye contact. “I hear he's into useless dolls like you.” “Do you think he will satisfy him?” Alex's mother said, as she gave her husband a kiss, licking away the drops of wine on his lips. “Jacob Adams is a dominant Alpha.” “Then let's hope you survive the wedding night” Alex said, pushing William to the ground. He stood, dusting his hands even though there wasn't a tiny bit of dirt on it. “But I doubt a recessive like you would”. William clasped his hand into a fist. His nails pierced through his skin. Sharp and deep, until he felt the sting of his flesh torn “I'm not going to marry him” “You have no choice William.” His father said, pointing at him. “Why should I marry him? And not your illegitimate son, Alex!!” He screamed the words with all the strength he had. He knew it was dangerous. But it's too late to take it back. Alex sharply turned. His hands around his neck. William struggled to set himself free. “What did you just say?” Alex's voice came through gritted teeth, his face inches away from Williams. “Who did you just call illegitimate, huh?” The look in Alex's eyes was like a psychopath. William grabbed Alex's wrist, trying to pry his hand away. From the corner of his eyes he saw his father watching. Doing nothing to stop Alex. His Struggles weakened. Then Alex let go. Cough, Cough. William gasped for breath, lying flat on his back. Alex looked down at him. “Now, what did you say?” William, through ragged breaths mumbled “You're illegitimate.” “Ahhhhhh” He screamed as Alex's foot connected with his stomach. The impact pushed him inches away. The pain stole his breath, leaving him dizzy. But that didn't stop his physical abuse. It never did.A ray of sunlight slipped through the gap in the velvet curtains, stirring William from his comfortable sleep. He turned away, burying his face into the plush pillow. Knock. Knock. He jolted upright immediately. “I'm awake!” he called, dragging a hand through his messy black hair with a sigh. “I keep forgetting ..I'm not at home anymore.” Knock. Knock.He stretched his arms, seated up in the bed with the duvet covering his waist. “Come in” Matthew walked in, looking composed as ever and softly said. “Sir, it's already 10:30 a.m. Will you still be returning home today?” 10: 30 Am! He blinked in disbelief. William couldn't believe he slept in, he always woke up as early as a rooster, even when he didn't want to. Because he had to help with the chores at home. “I will be going” . He grumpily got up from the bed as Matthew turned to walk out. “Wait.. What about Sir Jacob? Is he ready” Matthew composed face cracked for a moment, he clasped his hands neatly in front of him. “Sir
The hall was beautifully decorated, a shining chandelier illuminated the space with a warm glow. The guests seated at the table looked so elegant and composed. William felt so overwhelmed and out of place. He held his third glass of wine tightly, his cheeks turning red. “Don't you think you've drunk enough for today?” a deep voice whispered in his ears, making him shiver. He slowly tilted his head to the left, he blinked. His brown deer-like eyes were drooping. Jacob took the glass from his hand, placed it on the table and stood up. “We better start going” he stretched out his hand to William. William stared at his hand, reached towards it, hesitated but placed his hands on his. His back felt hot, thanks to the stares trying to pierce through him like magnifying glass. Jacob took his hands in his, his hand was big and warm, leading him out of the hall. “Is it ok to leave like this?” William asked softly. “It's our reception. I can do whatever I like, I don't need to answer t
The raw screams of Felix couldn't be heard anymore. Mr Adams walked out of the iron doors, with bloodstains on his trousers and gloves. Ring Ring. He took out his phone from his pocket. “Big brother!” A clear female voice shouted through the phone. “Why is everyone trying to make me deaf today?” Mr Adams said, taking off his gloves and throwing them to the floor. “Big Brother, where are you?” “Working” “Shouldn't you be preparing for your wedding” “What wedding?” “Yours” “I never said I was getting married” Mr Adams coldly glanced at his secretary standing beside him. “Well, Grandma is already preparing for the wedding though and -” Mr Adams quickly cut the call, the room temperature quickly dropped a few degrees. “Phillip, how is it I didn't know I'm getting married” Phillip shuffled back and swallowed. “I didn't know till yesterday Sir” The bodyguards beside Philip were trembling and finding it hard to breathe. Phillip has always been grateful for being a
William laid completely still on the bed. Pain bloomed in every fiber of his body. He didn't need to check his body to know that he had already been decorated with bruises by Alex. That bastard always resulted with violence. What was he even expecting if his mother was nothing but a witch. He stared at the ceiling as if a way out would magically appear from there. And shot up from his bed. “Ahh my gut’” he winced while holding his stomach. That really hurts like shit. But what can be worse than marrying Jacob Adams? The underground dragon, an Alpha that makes his fellow Alphas tremble in horror. Few can stand his pheromones, even his father is terrified. Scratch that. He's like an ant in front of him. Then how would he survive? He quickly ran to the window and looked down. “ I will probably die if I jump down from here.” He stood in front of the window. “Well, if I perish I perish” he climbed onto the window sill. He looked down at the ground from a far distance. He swallowed,
The walls were beautifully painted in white, expensive furniture arranged in place. It announced luxury in every way possible, which was actually what the owner intended. In the middle of this opulence, a young man in his twenties stood completely still. It was the stillness of a rabbit in a snare, a silent admission that any movement on his part was powerless to change what was happening around him. “What did you just say?” William asked, disbelief clear in his voice. He stared, shocked, at the man in his mid-fifties. “Who did you say is getting married!” William shouted, his eyes bloodshot, his heart beating fast. But why shouldn't it? His family was trying to sell him out to the man everyone feared. “You, William.” The old man, sitting comfortably on the white cushion, sipped his alcohol calmly, as if what he'd just said was not a big deal. Well, not for him. For William, it was everything. How could he do this to him? Arrange a marriage for him, without his consent? His who







