All Chapters of Wedcuffed: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sarah POVSunrays tingled my face since they awakened me from sleep. I got up from off the bed heading straight toward the bathroom. Since my wedding and also since that night I had avoided Adrian as much as I could for three days. I chose to relocate my things to the bedroom across the hall for proximity to Adrian. Adrian did have no objections about it, and after that same night, I did not want to share the very same room with him. Though I still prepared his meals, they remained untouched often ending up in the trash.I took a relaxing shower after using the bathroom before starting getting ready for work. My choice was a black pencil skirt along with a puffy-sleeve wrap blouse. It was a necessity for me to be punctual today, and so I had a meeting with Parker Enterprises. Following my takeover of Amario Enterprises last month, I fired underperforming employees, including my father. He seemed to understand the gravity of the situation, despite I expected him to cause a scene because

Sarah P.O.VI excused myself and then left the boardroom, heading on to freshen up within the restroom. It wasn’t even noon yet, but already I felt drained then. Adrian's presence was maybe wearing me out for he possessed a knack for testing my patience. He doubted my capabilities and promise before the presentation. Thereby, he tried to insult me then. He seemed to enjoy the game, but I wouldn’t give that satisfaction to him. I would not let anyone see my faltering self.I presented with confidence and with clarity then though I tried to avoid confronting. I made sure I stressed all the hard work, and every point had careful structure. I steeled myself for Adrian’s critique at the finish, expecting an attempt to hurt my work or his cutting comments before all. But instead, he sat there, silent and seemingly deep within thought, and his usual smirk was absent. He looked almost...shocked.Him being taken aback amused me internally for he clearly hadn’t expected this level of competence

Adrian POVAfter seeing Sarah with Justin in the restroom, I acted as if I didn't care, but deep down, it was bothering me. Watching my wife close to another man was unsettling. When she entered my cabin to sign the papers, I couldn't hold back any longer and directly questioned her about her relationship with Justin. She confidently replied that there was nothing between them, and from the sincerity in her eyes, I could tell she was telling the truth.Despite knowing her past and the dubious nature of her character, I felt an intense attraction toward her. I had wanted to taste those lips ever since I first saw her. Without thinking further, I kissed her.At first, she tried to push me away, but she did give in at last. I did not think one kiss would cause more this fast. When Sarah pushed me back, I came to my senses. She hurried out of my cabin as well as stood up right away. I did lean back at that time, and then I took a breath that was deep. I did not regret kissing her even thou

Sarah P.O.V"Let's finish what I started yesterday," Adrian whispered in my ear, his voice laced with venom and desire. His hot breath brushed against my neck, sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine.Before I could fully process his words, his fingers slid between my thighs, parting the swollen tissues with a relentless determination. My body betrayed me almost instantly, reacting to his touch despite the storm of emotions whirling inside me."Adrian," I gasped, my voice trembling as I tried to push his hand away. But he was unyielding, his grip on my waist keeping me firmly in place."Stay still," he growled, his fingers moving in an unforgiving rhythm. My body quivered against my will, heat pooling deep inside me as he continued his torment."You’re so snug," he muttered, his voice dark with mockery. I clenched my fists, anger and shame bubbling inside me, even as my body strained toward the sensation he was forcing upon me."Oh, Jesus," I whimpered, unable to stop the sound from

Sarah’s P.O.V.The next few days passed in a blur of responsibilities and avoidance. I buried myself in work, leaving the mansion early each morning to manage the company and returning late in the evening to retreat into my room, ensuring minimal interaction with Adrian. Despite the unspoken tension between us, I continued to prepare meals for him, and though he never openly acknowledged my efforts, he ate every dish without complaint. It was an unspoken routine we had fallen into, neither of us willing to break the fragile balance of our strange marriage.On Friday night, as I sat cross-legged on my bed reviewing a stack of documents, a sharp knock echoed through the room. Startled, I set aside the papers and rose to answer the door, my heart already anticipating another clash. I pulled the door open to find Adrian standing before me, his usual expression of irritation firmly in place. His deep brown eyes held a flicker of something unreadable, but I was too exhausted to try decipheri