Chapter 5

Louisa's POV

The kettle should have hit Jessica right in the face, but Lucas blocked it with his arm. 

"Ahhhh!" Jessica screamed.

She jumped up and down in pain, just like a panicked drenched monkey. 

Lucas was standing on her side, holding her arms. 

The concerns in his eyes angered me. 

So I raised my voice and said, "Don't you ever try to frame me again, bitch!" 

Then, I pushed the bodyguards away and walked off.

The bodyguards automatically wanted to catch me, but Jessica's wailing kept them stalled. 

"You will pay for this!"  she screeched. 

"Well, bring it on, bitch!" I shouted without looking back.  

I stormed upstairs into the bedroom and slapped the door, shutting the chaotic circus show downstairs behind my back.

I had to use the pillow to cover my face to stop myself from crying out loud.

What have I done to deserve this?! 

What have I done to them to make them treat me in this fucking way?! 

Feeling exhausted, I decided to take a hot bath to chill out a bit. 

Right after I took off my clothes and stepped into the hot bathtub, the bathroom door was pushed open bluntly. 

Lucas walked in.

I thought he would be shouting at me, but he looked as calm as always.

He took a glance at me and his eyes fixated on my naked body. 

Before I knew what happened, my husband had already grabbed my foot and pulled me toward him.

I kicked my leg, trying to swim away. 

The splashed water dampened his silk shirt. 

The shape of his perfect chest and arm muscles emerged underneath his wet shirt. 

He let go of my feet, removed his tie, and ripped off his clothes immediately.

"You've asked for this," he said.

I flinched.

"What?" He stepped into the bathtub. "Isn't this what you want?" 

I tried to push him away, but it only made things worse. 

He pressed his body against mine and used his weight to pin me against the wall.  

His breath was tickling my nape and made my whole body turn into a pool of jelly. 

"Let go of me..." I moaned in despair. "This is unfair..."

My speech didn't sound persuasive at all. 

Instead, it was seductive.

He looked into my eyes, running his long, slender fingers through my hair gently. 

Then, he lowered his head toward me. 

As he got closer, my heart was pounding like crazy in my chest. 

I thought he was about to kiss me, so I closed my eyes.

As the darkness of fear was chewing me alive, Lucas pulled my hair roughly. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he said.

I opened my eyes.

His flawless chiseled face was right in front of my face. 

There was nothing in his eyes. 

He was looking at me as if he was staring at a lifeless object. 

"I don't love you," he said in a plain voice. "Our marriage is nothing but a piece of contract that I could terminate at any time I like."

His ruthless words were like sharp daggers, stabbing into my heart. 

I became shattered. 

"So why don't you end it right now?" My lips were trembling. My voice was broken. 

"Because I need your bone marrow," he replied in a plain voice. 

"Bone marrow?" I thought I heard it wrong, so I frowned. 

Lucas said with a morbid look in his eyes, "Jessica was diagnosed with cancer long ago. The doctor said she needed multiple bone marrow transplants to sustain her life. You are the right match for her." 

"You want to drain my bone marrow to keep that bitch alive?!" My eyes were wide open.

"You won't do it for free. For every transplant, you'll get paid. As long as you keep giving Jessica your bone marrow, you will enjoy the privilege of being my wife." Lucas said in a detached voice.

"I'm not for sale!" I tried to push him away, but both of my arms were grabbed by him. 

Lucas got impatient. He turned me over like a ragdoll, pinned me down against the edge of the bathtub, pressed his body against my back, and said in a bone-chilling voice, "Your father sold you to me for 200 grand. Technically speaking, I own you. So you'll be a good girl and do whatever I ask you to do. Otherwise, I'll crack your bones one at a time and get the fucking marrow out by myself. Do you understand what I mean?"

Even being trapped in a hot, steamy bathtub, I could still feel the chill down my spine. 

My husband finally revealed his true intimidating self in front of me and threatened me like a mafia boss. 

Tears poured down my cheeks and dropped on the bathroom floor. 

I knew my husband/owner meant every single word of what he said. 

"I'm asking you a question." He said in a monotonic voice and pulled my hair up. 

I opened my mouth, but there was no sound coming out except weeping. 

I could feel the spasm of my clitoris like I had been electrified. 

My whole body was on fire. I could feel waves of warm liquid springing out of the innermost part of my vagina.  

No matter how hard I wanted to deny it, I knew that I yearned to be touched and possessed by my husband... even though I had a thousand reasons to hate him.

"I understand..." I turned my head away and moaned. 

"Good. And another thing." He let go of me and said. "Do not ever try to seduce me again, or you'll have to finish what you've started next time.  I don't love you, but that doesn't mean that I won't fuck you." 

He stood up from the tub and put a towel around his waist.

Feeling heartbroken and desperate, I used up all my strength and said -

"Lucas, I'll do whatever you want me to do, but you have to tell me one thing..." 

My husband stopped and tilted his head.

"Who's Laura?" I asked.