“Your body is mine, your soul is mine, you are mine, I have waited for this moment all these years and now that you are mine, there is nothing you can do about it” He said with his hands pulling at my pant as we wrestled in his king sized bed. RELUCTANT BRIDE FOR THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE 18+ “In your dreams! I refuse to be yours, I will never accept you as my husband! You’re a monster” I cried. I struggled to push him off, he was determined to have me. He was stronger, bigger, I was no match for his firm grip. “No woman has ever rejected me, how dare you think you can deny me your body” he grumbled. “My father may have given me to you as collateral for whatever terrible business deal you both had, but he sure did not give you rights over my sense of will” I said fiercely I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong, in one strong pull, he ripped my pants apart, stripping me bare. “Please don't, I’m a virgin!” I tried to protest further, “Even better!!” were the last things he said before he knocked the air out of me in one stroke. I watched the fire of desire burning in his eyes consume him, it was nothing like I imagined, and I realised he was the perfect man for any woman but me, I hated him.
view moreI thought my aunt had died or perhaps something bad had happened when I approached our house. From a distance, I could see a fleet of luxury cars with heavily armed men standing at different points; they looked terrifying. I felt my stomach grow cold as I drew closer.
It was very recently that I noticed her pacing around the house, looking out of the window; sometimes she was very absent-minded. She had nearly dipped her hand in a frying pan with heated oil while she was deep in thought; if not for my timely intervention, when I asked her what the problem was, she looked me in the eyes and asked that we run away, that we moved to another city.
“Tessa, we need to run; we need to leave this city,” she had said to me, her grip firm as ever.
I could see fear in her eyes.
“Aunty Norah,” I said softly, sitting next to her. “We moved here barely a year ago; I just got this new job that pays well, and I finally get to have friends; why do we need to go somewhere else?”
“You won’t understand,” she said, looking away.
‘Then make me understand,” I nudged closer. “Why do we keep running?”
“We are not running; I’m just trying to keep you safe.”
“Safe from what? From whom, Is someone bothering you? We need to call the police,” I had said, reaching for my phone.
“The police can’t do anything. Absolutely nothing,” she said.
“What is going on, Aunty? Ever since you told me my Mum died in a fire incident and dad disappeared, never to be heard from again, we have been on the run ever since. I have not made sense of anything all these while because I felt losing your twin sister to a fire outbreak must have traumatised you. I did not want to bother you with questions or anything, but now I’m old enough to know what’s going on,” I had said.
She slipped her hands out of mine and sighed.
“It’s a long story,” she said, her eyes tearing
“Start from somewhere,” I said calmly.
“It all started when your dad got into a dirty business relationship with a man, and it resulted in your dad owing this man a lot of money, unknown to your dad that this monster was obsessed with your mother. He had made several advances at her, and she refused; her only crime was saying No to a billionaire and settling for a humble lettuce farmer. That man made life miserable for your parents. Every time he visited, he always took something precious. No matter how your dad pleaded, he would not listen. One cold night, while your dad was unusually away on the farm, that monster came visiting to demand his debt, Your mother was home and I was in the nursery babysitting you, He insisted that it was either your dad paid off his debt or he would kill him and have his men take turns on your mother, I had heard them arguing in the sitting room when I sneaked out with you from the back door to find your father. It’s a mistake I should never have made, I should never have left my sister behind” She paused, tears pouring from her eyes.
I was too cold to comfort her; I could feel my heart racing and the warmth of my tongue vanish. “So what happened?”
“I did not see your father on the farm. I managed to hide you somewhere safe and came back to the house to find your mother, only to see the building. she paused, choked with emotion.
“In flames,” she screamed.
I could hear her scream for help, but before we could get help, it was too late—she had died,” she said, her voice trailing off.
“And my dad,” I asked softly.
“I never saw or heard from him again till this day,” she said, her voice trembling.
“So who is this man, and why is he after you and me? I mean, he succeeded in killing my parents; what does he want from us?” I asked. I tried to control my emotions at this point because I hated how this was affecting my aunt so badly.
I have learnt that the ways of the world were cold and that I had to live life like I was on a battlefield; these were tenets that I groomed myself to live by, to face every challenge head-on, but this very chilling revelation from my aunt had me wondering if I was ready for what she would say next. I watched my aunt lower her head and tried to wipe her tears with the helm of her skirt when she began to cough.
Our conversations did not continue that night; she coughed until she was gasping for air. I had helped her sit close to the widow with the curtains spread wide open for fresh air to come in; we did not talk about anything else.
I approached the entrance carefully, observing the cold, expressionless faces of these men as I walked past them. I was terrified but maintained a defiant appearance. Once I got past them, I ran into the house to meet my Aunt on her knees, in front of a man who seemed to be in his late forties. She was begging him, but the minute she saw me, she got up and asked me to run away.
"Please, my baby, just leave; I will explain everything later!” she said.
"No, Aunt, I’m not leaving you here! Why are there armed men, and who is this man?” I asked.
“Oh, there she is, finally! I thought you said she travelled, so you lied to me?” The man said with a cold smile.
My aunt turned to face him.
“Just let her be Don Pedro; she is just a child,” her voice begged.
“A child? Last I remember, she just turned twenty-one; don’t you dare call my wife a child.”
I was beginning to get annoyed. His wife? This has got to be some sort of confusion, I said in my mind.
“Can somebody tell me what’s going on? And who are you, Mr. Whatever your name is?” I sparked.
“I am your husband, and I am here to wish you a happy birthday, darling!” He said with a weird smile, handing me a black box. “I got you a gift,” he added.
“I beg your finest pardon." I asked. Looking into his cold eyes.
“Is this how you accept a gift from your husband? No, thank you." He said again.
“You must be kidding! I mean, you are outrightly out of your goddamn mind!” I yelled at him.
I was losing my cool. I did not know who this man was, but I knew he was powerful from the way he talked, but he sure did not know what I was capable of. I looked around for whatever I could weaponise and found the left pair of one of my aunts rickety old cover shoes.
“Oh! She’s feisty! I’m sure you didn’t walk through that door with your eyes closed; one wrong move, and you will not like what happens next." He said with a kind of arrogance that drove me Mad.
"Well, you’re going to see crazy if you don’t get the fuck out of my house,” I held the door.
“Tessa, please calm down; let me handle it." My aunt said from a corner, completely shaking.
“You should listen to your aunt, wifey." He said again. Stretching out the small black box. “Take it”
“I don’t want anything from you, and today is not my birthday,” I spat out with my hands crossed, staring at him cold in the eye.
I did not like him. I did not like his presence, and I did not like how frightened my aunt looked.
“Did I hear her call you Tessa?” He asked, turning to my aunt, “You changed her name to escape me, tell her what her real name is, and be quick; don’t piss me off.”
“Me…Melissa Lorenzo,” My aunt whispered.
“I am Don Pedro Lorenzo." He said, “I am your husband.”
I was caught up with words. I didn’t know what to say next. This man’s audacity was too much for me to take it as I stared at him in disbelief.
“In that box are the keys to your new house with an address, a car to drive you around, and your wedding ring. It’s a blood diamond with a tracker; make sure you have it on at all times, I need to know your every whereabout, I was going to take you home with me today but I figured forcing you won't be deal." He said, stepping a bit closer—so close I could feel his breath on my face as he towered over me, his eyes deeply peering at me. “So be an obedient pretty little thing and do as I say; you have seventy-two hours to be in your new home, otherwise.” He stopped and pulled my aunt by her arm.
I tried to protest, but my aunt told me to be quiet.
“She knows what I am capable of,” he says, gesturing for me to leave the door. “I will see you in three days, wifey; take good care.”.
I watched him leave, his entourage and swamp of bodyguards driving off into the street and out of sight. The idea of being married did not sit right with me, but first, I had to make sure my aunt was okay.
AUTHORS POV One Month Later…The house was nothing like the Lorenzo mansion. It was smaller, cosier, and warm in all the ways the old place had never been. No marble statues or chandeliers, no cold halls echoing with silence. Instead, it smelled of fresh paint, new beginnings… and Dean’s laughter filling the house.Pedro had proposed she comes with him to the new house and spend at least one months with dean, and himself, if she decides she wants to go back, he won’t stop her, she remembered how he called her privately and told her sign that she would stay for a month.She had told him she did not need to sign the papers as she was going to stay for the one month and then decide for herself.But that very day, Tessa stood in the doorway, a single box in her arms. Pedro had insisted on carrying everything else. She watched him now, carefully arranging Dean’s toys in the living room. “You don’t have to do that,” she said, smiling. He turned and gave her that awkward, half-smile that
AUTHORS POV The school auditorium emptied slowly, the buzz of excited parents and proud children drifting into the twilight. Dean had done brilliantly in his school play, dressed as a little tiger in one play and a tree who had to learn how to stand tall even in the storm. Tessa’s heart had swelled with pride. Pedro, sitting beside her, had clapped louder than anyone. At one point, he’d even let out a whistle, which made her roll her eyes, though secretly, it had amused her. Now, as they stepped out into the night, a drizzle had started. The light mist quickly became cold rain. Pedro looked up and cursed softly. “Of course,” he muttered, pulling off his coat. Before Tessa could protest, he gently draped it over her shoulders. His fingers accidentally brushed against her collarbone. She stilled, her breath catching just slightly. “You’ll catch a cold,” he said, his voice softer than usual. Tessa didn’t reply. Her eyes met his for a moment—just a moment—and then she looked away, bi
AUTHORS POV Dean was in the sitting room when the bell rang. It had only been a few days ago when Tessa visited. He leapt from the floor where he’d been coloring. “It’s her!” he shouted, abandoning his crayons and flying down the hallway, socks sliding on the marble tiles. Pedro, in his study, looked up from his laptop and checked the time. He hadn’t expected her until later. When he opened the front door, Dean was already latched to Tessa’s legs like a koala. “Hi, sweetheart,” Tessa cooed, bending to hug her son properly, burying her nose into his soft hair. She looked up at Pedro with guarded eyes. “You said five. It’s only four.” Pedro shrugged faintly, stepping aside. “I didn’t want to waste an hour that could be yours.” Dean dragged her toward the sitting room. “Mummy, come see what I made!” She followed, and Pedro trailed behind quietly, watching her take in the living room. There were framed photos of Dean everywhere now — his first lost tooth, a birthday pictur
AUTHORS POVTessa hadn’t planned to stay.But after Dean clung to her hand, whispering “Please don’t go, Mummy,” and Pedro stood quietly behind him, saying nothing—just watching her with weary, guilt-ridden eyes—she found herself saying: “I’ll stay. Just for tonight.”Pedro didn’t smile. He only nodded once, as if afraid anything more would shatter the fragile truce.Upstairs, she helped Dean change into his pyjamas, the small Spiderman set she’d packed for him tucked into the overnight bag Clarissa had delivered earlier.“Mummy, are you really staying?” he asked as she brushed his hair back.“Yes,” she said softly. “I’ll sleep right next to you.”He grinned, gap-toothed and tired, and leaned into her touch. “Good. Daddy tried to make dinner. It tasted weird.”Tessa chuckled lightly. “Oh really.”“I would have him make something better next time” Tessa said.***The kitchen looked like a war zone.There was a blackened pot on the stove, the smell of burnt rice hanging in the air like
AUTHORS POV The Lorenzo mansion had grown quieter over the past few weeks—quieter, but not calmer. The atmosphere inside was like walking through thick fog—stifling, uncertain. Pedro sat in his study, fingers curled tightly around his glass of scotch, watching the ice melt slowly. He hadn’t heard Dean’s footsteps in over an hour. Normally, the boy would be bouncing down the hall, dragging some toy or book behind him, or calling out for “cartoons” or “snacks.” But tonight, the silence was ominous. Then came the crash. Pedro jumped to his feet and stormed out. He found Dean in the hallway, clutching a broken action figure. His face was flushed, and his tiny hands were trembling with frustration. “I told you not to touch my toys!” Dean shouted. Pedro, already on edge, snapped. “And I told you to stop screaming in this house! Enough, Dean!” The words shot out like daggers, louder than he’d ever spoken to the child. Dean froze. He did not know when he yelled. His eyes widene
AUTHORS POVThe office was unusually quiet that morning.Tessa sat at her desk with her elbows propped on the smooth glass surface, fingers laced beneath her chin, eyes fixed on the empty coffee mug in front of her. Files sat untouched. Her laptop screen was still on the login page. She hadn’t been able to focus since she walked in.Her mind wasn’t here.It was back at the Lorenzo mansion.Back in Dean’s smile as he blew out birthday candles.Back in Pedro’s voice when he’d said, “Tell me what to do.”He’s changing, she thought. Or he’s pretending better than before. But which is it?The knock on the door snapped her back.Clarissa peeked in. “You’re not in a meeting, right?”“No. Come in,” Tessa said softly, straightening.Clarissa entered with a cup of hot tea in one hand and a little wrapped pastry in the other. She placed both on the desk.“You skipped breakfast,” she said knowingly.Tessa smiled faintly. “Thanks.”Clarissa sat in the chair across from her and studied her friend c
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