Torture Begins

Elena’s pov

The sun didn’t shine in the servants' wing. I woke up on a mattress that felt like a slab of wood, my wedding dress crumpled in a heap on the floor. 

I looked at my reflection in the tiny, cracked mirror above the sink. The mud I  had smeared on my face last night had dried into a crusty gray steak. My eyes were red and swollen from crying myself to sleep.

I am Mrs. Julian Silverton, I thought, and the words felt like a joke.  I am a billionaires wife, and I don’t even have a towel to wash my face.

A sharp knock  on the door made me jump.

“Out! Get out now!” A woman screamed from the hallway.

I opened the door to find the head housekeeper, Mrs Gable. She looked at my messy hair and my stained slip with pure hatred. 

“Mr. Silverton has guests for breakfast in the lounge room,” she said . “He instructed that you should be invisible. You are to stay in the kitchen and help the staff. If a single guest sees your face, you won’t eat a grain today.”

“I am his wife,” I said, my voice trembling. “ Not his maid.”

Mrs. Gable laughed, a very dry, hacking sound. “In  this house, you are whatever Mr. Silverton says you are. And right now he says you’re a nuisance. 

Now move.”

“Pardon? May I know where Mr Silverton is!” I asked with a bridging smile. 

“He gave orders from the lounge near the pear greenhouse, and he strictly asked not to be bothered”. She replied. 

“That bastard,” I sneered. 

Immediately I bolted out of the room, ignoring all the calls for a comeback by Mrs gable. She was too old to keep up my pace as I moved with rage and anger. 

I got to the elevator which took me upward to the lounge. 

Immediately the doors opened, the smell of high end whiskey hit me first before I could look around the room which was filled with ladies of slim thin attractive sizes drinking and frolicking around him. 

I made my way into the room as I caught a glance of him feeding strawberries to a slim faired lady dressed almost half naked while she sat on his thighs making slow lap dances. 

A sting of jealousy went through me as I moved towards him.

“Get off you bitch” I said as I pushed her away from his lap making her loose balance and hitting the floor. 

“Wha— I made sure he made no further sound as I slapped  him hard across the face. 

He stood up abruptly looking so surprised but I was filled with enough blinding rage to even flinch.

“How dare you slap me, Elena Montgomery!” He roared.

“It’s Elena Silverton in case you forgot, have you no shame?” I said breaking down as I looked around the room.

The ladies in the room were all surprised and shocked but none dared speak instead they hurriedly dropped their wine glasses leaving one after the other. 

For some weird reason Julian smiled.

I felt the rage leaving me and the weight of his smile breaking through my spirit. 

“First you put me in a room meant for a thief, then you ask your head cleaner to make me do chores,” I said pointing to Mrs Gable who was standing  behind the room door, “And now you entertain whores!” I said tears streaming down my face. 

Julian Silverton didn’t look moved by my words or tears. He stared at me expressionless.

“I came here to remind you that YOU JULIAN SILVERTON are married and if I look like a balloon doesn’t mean I should be treated like one. If you continue to treat me like a slave, I’d make sure ill tell the press and I don’t mind moving back to my old house and taking my sister along with me. As long as I have peace and I am respected.” 

I told him without fear. 

“And you don’t mind selling your dads greenhouses to pay your debt, do you? Because I’d be more than willing to buy them from you.” He said with a smirk. 

“My grandfather and your father had a pending deal which your father is yet to keep to, your father loaned money from my grandfather to sponsor a promised paying drug deal, your father used you as collateral Mrs Silverton.”He said mockingly. 

“Now I want  you to know that I would have never ever even given you a second glance if I had seen you before now.”

His words cut through me like newly sharpened scissors, breaking every inch of boldness in me. 

I looked at his eyes, they were a fleet of burning despair, I couldn’t help but wonder if he hated me for just my size or he hated me for even existing. 

“I gave you six months to prove yourself useful Elena, and I wasn’t joking. You can’t be thi…s big! And continue lying as waste in this place.” 

He spat out blood as a result of the injury the slap gave his mouth.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry Julian” I tried to touch his lips but he shoved my hands away from him.

At this point, I could only think of one thing. 

Running away and leaving my stepmother and Sienna take all the punishments. But the thought of my little Mia and the important species of rare plants in those greenhouses were only thread keeping me with this inhumane Nepo baby. 

“I’m sorry I hurt you Julian it wasn’t intentional, but the level of pain you’ve caused me since I set eyes on you are nothing compared to this” I insisted. 

He threw his head back laughing crazily like there was a clown standing right in front of him. 

“I’m going to make sure that you don’t breathe a single air in this house  without getting to pay for it Elena, that’s how much you disgust me.” He threatened. 

“I’d like to see you try”I replied sharply.