7. My Husband's Face

Elisha’s POV

I punched him in the face, and I gasped in pain. It felt like I had hit a rock, and my hands hurt. I held my left hand while I stared at him in shock and confusion. Suddenly, my left hand hurt so bad that I could only grit my teeth and endure the pain.

His eyes broadened, and he grabbed my hand to see if I was all right. But I stepped back and told him, "Don't touch me!" 

I walked inside the hospital and he followed me inside, he looked for a Doctor to look for my sprained knuckles. 

“Doctor, can you take a look at her hand?” 

"Yes, Of course!" 

The Doctor stopped what he was doing, and then took me to his clinic. Then he said, “Did you punch a wall? It looks like your knuckles hurt so bad, it was swollen already.” 

I sighed and looked over at Arman, who was standing in the corner and listening to the Doctor's query. Arman's eyes landed on me. I gave him a dirty look and said to the Doctor, "Damn, I didn't know his face was made of metal."

"Oh, that's it? So you smacked someone in the face?" The Doctor tried to put an ointment on my knuckles and told me, "Avoid doing things that hurt, make you swell up, or make you feel uncomfortable. Ice. Use an ice pack or an ice slush bath right away for 15 to 20 minutes, and do this every two to three hours while you're awake."

I give a soft chuckle, "Thanks,  Doc!" 

"You're welcome." 

The Doctor left the room, and I stood up with a disgusted expression on my face, then Arman said, “Next time, don’t try to smack my face with your soft, weak knuckles.” 

“Well, you’re too vulgar, why did you whisper something to me—” 

“Like what?” 

“Like you want to bed me—” I covered my mouth when an old couple walked past in front of us, and they stared at me in disgusting expressions. 

“New generation today is too vulgar, you know?” The woman whispered to her husband.

“Yes, they are too wild and liberated nowadays…” said the husband and then left. 

I blinked my eyes slowly, and couldn't even believe what I just heard from them. “How could they react like that without hearing the whole story?” 

Arman said, “So do you want them to know about everything?” 

He’s really getting into my nerves and I rolled my eyes in annoyed feelings, then walked to my mom’s room, where I saw Cristella reading a magazine in her hand and my mom was still sleeping on her bed. The nurse greeted me, “Hello, Miss Elisha. Thank God, you’re here, don’t worry your mom will be discharged today, and it’s only a minor injury–” 

“Injury?” 

The Nurse answered, “Yes, I guess your sister can tell you about what happened. Excuse me.” 

The Nurse put her hair in her earlobe, and winked at Arman in a cute way, like she wants Arman so bad to take her to bed tonight. I held Arman’s arm, and closed the door. Then Cristella said, “So…everything happened so fast, and now—this hot bad boy is your boyfriend now?” 

“No, Cristella.” 

Cristella threw her magazine on the table and asked, “Then what? A fling? You got the nerve to be so happy, living the best of your life, and being so selfish while your family was suffering in a miserable situation!” 

Arman clears his throat, “Your sister—” But I cut him off, and told him to shut his mouth. 

“Okay, this is what happened—I married Arman, I’m married….” I showed Cristella the ring on my finger. 

She dropped her phone in shock, and her lips trembled in anger, “How could you—” she was out of breath, and gasped. “How could you marry this man without telling us? Yes! You are so selfish!” 

Mom woke up, and said, “Cristella, why are you screaming?!” 

Cristella walked towards my mom and said, “Mom! Your daughter married a stranger!” 

“Harry’s family is going to haunt us….they’re going to kill us for this disgraceful act!” Mom cried softly, sobbed continuously. “Your father will be rotten in jail, how could you save your father, Elisha?!” 

Cristella screamed at me, “You married this man to get away from Harry, I don’t care if this man is hot, and handsome—but Elisha! What’s wrong with you? You know that Harry….” My sister realized something. She continued, “Oh gosh, Harry died last night….what should we do?!” 

My mom was in panic also, and I said in the middle, “Guys, guys! Can you please calm down?!” 

“Do you expect us to calm down?! Do you know how powerful the Davidson’s family are?! They are known to be powerful in this town—and Ruthless. If you did something to them, you’ll suffer from their punishment!” Mom said. 

Cristella agreed, and wiped away her tears, “Damn! How are we supposed to calm down? I hate this, I hate it when you marry someone to get away from your problem! But how about us?!” 

I glanced at Arman who had a blank expression in the corner, his hand was in his pocket and his forehead creased as he looked at me with full attention. 

He stepped forward, and said cooly, “Anyway,” he paused for a moment, and everyone was staring at him, and they are ready to hear his statement, 

"I married her for my own reasons, but don't worry. I'll get Mr. Hart out of jail with the help of my best lawyer, and..." He looked at me again and crossed his arms over his chest. "And I'll send my men to protect you. They'll surround your area to keep you safe, and then we'll get a protection order against harassment for you." 

My mother sighed in relief, made the sign of the cross, and then said, "Oh god! God bless you! Who are you? How can you stay so calm when your life could be in danger because our family was in a terrible situation?"

“I don’t like introducing myself, but sooner or later, you’ll get to know me.” Arman said with an assuring smile on his face. 

I wanted to get out of this awkward situation, but then Arman said, “I guess me and my wife need to rest now.” 

My mom and sister were silent as they stared at me; most shockingly, Arman opened the door for me, and I didn't bother looking at my family's faces anymore. It was so awkward, and I was glad Arman handled it well. I didn't know what to do if it was not with him tonight; I'm pleased he went with me inside the hospital and not leaving me.

As we left the hospital, he looked at my hand again and blew slowly on it as if trying to calm me down. 

We were staring at each other with our eyes locked, and as we did, we heard a wolf roaring in front of us. 

He put me behind him, trying to move the big black wolf before us. How could a big wolf get in here? 

And how could Arman make the wolf afraid of him? The wolf runs back inside the woods.

He held my hand as we walked, then I pushed him away but he said, “We have to go now…you still need to pleasure me, you owe me big time tonight.” 

I blink my eyes, “What?” 

“I’ll tell you what to do when we arrive at home.” 

“Wait….what?”