He asked decently. ‘Where was this manner when we were alone?’ Still being bewildered by his sudden appearance, I remained stoic and my mother said, "Ask Sophie."
When Mother said that, I looked at him. He looked at me with his void gaze. Since I was too shocked to say anything I stood still and being irritated by my lack of response, he asked,
"Can I have a glass of water?" Mother nodded and left. After mother left he shook me, dragging me out from my thoughts.
"What are you thinking? Come, We need to talk." He said- no he ordered. My lips formed a thin line as I looked away. Mother came with a glass of water and I said.
"I'll go and change." I went to my room and realized I am still in my messy form. I quickly changed in my casual red checked shirt and black jeans. I combed my hair and walked out. I didn't dare to meet his dire gaze as I left with him.
We left and being a gentleman- from outside, he opened the door for me. He was driving and the crushing silence took over once again. But since I have a few things to tell him, I have decided to break that silence as I said,
"Listen.." I don't know how to call him so I avoid calling his name.
"Hmm?" I began to say,
"Why do you want to marry me? You can get any girl with your money. So, why a middle-class girl like me?"
He stopped the car and looked at me for a second. I pressed my cold fingers against themselves as my legs went numb under his malevolent dark eyes. I looked down and shut my mouth. And a feeling of 'you are not allowed to speak unless spoken' filled me.
"You are stuck and can't betray me, no matter how much you want." That's all he said and began to drive again.
After a few seconds, he spoke up again,
"I want to marry you as soon as possible." ‘But, I don't.’ No matter how much I want to tell the truth I replied with an 'okay'.
"I don't want to be known as a gold-digger..." I said to myself but he heard it and said,
"You are marrying me for money." His cold words stabbed my heart like an arrow.
"I know but still I don't want it.." I said in a low depressed tone as tears brimmed in my eyes. I bit my cheek and looked out of the window.
"No one can degrade you." He said as I looked at him in disbelief. He can say comfy things too? Oh, how wrong I am. He spared a glance at me and completed his sentence, "Except me."
My whole being stopped as I looked away and a tear I was trying so hard to hold rolled onto my cheek. I wrapped myself around my waist and hugged myself tightly.
As I continued to look out of the window filled with anguish, I felt hopeless... absolutely hollow...
After a while, the car stopped. I looked at him and he looked at me with those dominant and sinister eyes. I couldn't bear to look at him and lowered my gaze.
In an instant, he moved closer and was a few inches away from me. My heart began to race when I felt his breath on my face.
A shiver overflowing with fear traveled to my very core. I shut my eyes because of the ominous feeling building inside me. I moved farthest away from him and said timidly,
"Please get away." Under the stress of being panicked by his action. I remain still. I sensed him moving away as I slowly opened my eyes and looked at him. He seemed pleased like he did it on purpose just to see my reaction.
His eyes glisten with a dark and lethal look that gives me a bad omen about what is going to happen next.
"P-Please take me h-home. My m-mother must be w-worried." I shudder in fear. I can't spend a second with him.
He glanced at my tensed form as a smirk was formed on his lips,
"Such Innocence..." He said in a low but vehement tone. I looked at his unfathomable gaze.
For a second I thought that he is doing this just to know about something but me which I don't know what.
But I consider this absurd and shrugged this thought off. His eyes, which hold expressions which are beyond my understanding.
His mystifying eye avert from mine and he began to drive back, "Next Week." and I looked at him and being perplexed, I asked,
"What?"
"Next week is our marriage."
"That's too early," I complained.
"I told you. I want to marry you as soon as possible." He said monotonously as I scoffed and looked away again.
We reached my home and I was about to leave but he stopped me.
"Before you go, sign these papers." He gave me some papers. I took them and read them. These are contract papers based on what we talked over dinner.
I gave him a pleading look and said,
"Please don't... I have already sold myself to you. Please don't make my marriage a business deal." I said hoping he might understand.
"Sign. Them" He said in a dark tone. I shook my head 'no'. He held my elbow and yanked me to him.
"You. Will. Sign. Them" He growled. Tears prick at the corner of my eyes and I plead again, "Please.. don't.." But he became oblivious to my cries as he scoffed and said.
"I don't make the same mistake twice." Unable to understand his statement I continued to cry.
"Do it!" He said loudly as I startled and began to let out convulsed gasps of dread. He let go of me as I signed the papers with my shaky hand.
Feeling utterly broken, I wiped my tears and gave him an infuriated look. I slammed the papers in his hands and looked at him,
"Now that you have made this marriage nothing but a mere contract. Let me tell you one thing, Mr Christian Elvis," I said coldly. As I was about to get out, I gave him one last furious look and said,
"This marriage will be toxic for both of us."
"This marriage will be toxic for both of us."I said and got out of the car. I feel so broken, how low he wants me to fall low in my own eyes?‘Not that I have sold myself to him but also made this whole ordeal a damn contract.’ I felt like I was being pricked by the shards of glass that are present in my path, they dug into my skin by each step I take further in my life. First Eugene accident, then the burden of responsibilities over my shoulder and now I want to liberate myself from this burden by receiving the pain of my inferior act. ‘What's wrong if I want to fulfill my wishes?’Filled with those undesirable thoughts, I went home. Mother came and asked."How was it?" her tone lingers with interest, basically it was my first drive and was my first dinner with a man, I can understand her. I have always avoided relationships and I feel like this loveless marriage falls flat on my face just because I never involved myself in love; So fate decided to give me an unloved life.I loo
We came home and saw Christian walking out of our house. My heart skipped a beat when my hazel eyes met his onyx one. I wish we could come back later. I remain still because I lose my posture whenever he is near.He walked closer and said,"Mrs Skye, Sophie, sit in the car, I need to show you and Mrs Skye your new home." I looked at Mother and then him and gave him a nod. We left with him.We stopped in front of another mansion. Mine and mother's mouth gaped as we quickly closed it afterwards.I looked at him and I and Mother said at the same time, "You don't have to."He looked at us with a perfectly raised eyebrow, "It was part of the deal." He said and got out of the car and so did we."I know, but it didn't say for a mansion." I tried to reason."She's right, You don't have to." Mother also said. He looked at us confused but soon gained his stance and walked towards me and my heart began to race as I took a step back.But thankfully, without sparing a glance at me, he took a ho
A woman with beguiling looks and charm which is impossible to resist was seen in the mirror. That woman's appearance can make anyone fall for her. Her bewitching looks, the enthralling form of hers; Like some fascinating angel who comes right from heavens. Her features were enhanced a million times when the veil was put over her and she looked at her reflection for the last time. The divinity there may seem but not though. I can see what others can't. I can see everything but myself in it. I am not here. It's not me. It's a beauty, no, beauty is not enough to explain how I am looking; exquisite. The elegance and grace, it's not mine. They can see a lavishing wedding of a woman with angelic features with a man as handsome as ancient Greek Gods. The irresistible man of a perfect dominating aura. Fakeness is getting bound eternally with lust as a constant reminder of misery which leads to this day. That's what they call facades. The demeanor used to hide the actual one. “I
He moved closer and held my chin. Indulging each moment, he lifted my chin and snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me close.I let out a gasp as I looked at his eyes; clouded by crepuscular feelings. Time passes slowly as if it has stopped. He moved closer and our lips brushed against each other. My dried lips made contact with his delicate lips as he kissed me. My first kiss to a guy who is almost a decade older than me. My first kiss to a person who doesn't love me...The kiss started with delicacy but held no emotions. He moved his experienced lips tenderly and dazzlingly. But when he kissed me and I stood still; frozen as a tear threatened to fall but I didn’t let it. His hand cupped my cheek to deepen the kiss- or I thought so. He wiped the tear that was present on the corner of my eye and pulled away. ‘What the- Does it even matter when I have sold myself?’For a second I thought it was love but I know it better than anyone else that love is impossible in this toxic
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My eyes slowly opened when the sunlight penetrated through the curtains. I adjusted my vision and the realization hit me like a truck.I realized that my soul is corrupt now. I have lost my innocence, my purity.‘I successfully bargained for my virginity.’I have just survived the most horrendous night of my life. Depression took over me in just one day, I'll turn insane but I have no choice but to keep these feelings in my heart and bear this undesirable feeling of being used over and over again.I shifted my gaze and saw Christian standing in front of me. My eyes widened in horror as I quickly sat up and pulled the duvet over me to hide my exposed form.
My throat dried and my body became numb. Not wanting to face him again, I went to the library again. I began to pace around it in stress.As I was pacing, Samuel came,"Ma'am, Sir is waiting for you in the dining hall." My heart skipped a beat as my body began to shake in fear.I don't want to face him, It's scaring me.I bit my cheeks and went to the dining hall. He was sitting on the head of the house chair. He has changed into a casual shirt and trousers. I muster some courage and walked closer,"Welcome Home." I said in a low voice. He looked at me with a mystifying yet surprised gaze.“What?” He asked, blinking in confusion.
My eyes flutter open along with an aching pain in my body. I tried to shift but I felt a hand restricting my movements. I bit my lips to bear this repugnant and seething feeling.'What do you truly want?' I turned and saw Christian face so close to mine. My heart skipped a beat as I shifted myself away from him as far as I could but his grip didn't let me go very far.Feeling disgusted, I looked at him with loathe. But his eyes were closed as he was sleeping peacefully.'By destroying my sleep you are enjoying a lull?'I noticed his flawless features that are so appealing that one can bend itself before it. The looks, mastered in capturing anyone just by looking at them beguilingly. As if