บททั้งหมดของ Married To A Sex Freak : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

“Hey, what are you doing here!” He said, looking into my eyes, really furious. I trust he already knows me because my father is always the one desperate for money, and he would have already given Collins everything he needed about me.I wanted to explain myself, but the words caught in my throat and fleeing seemed like the only option.Well, the next steps towards the wedding were carried out online as I couldn't dare to go back to his house, not after I had broken a bottle of perfume that seemed cosy.“What were you thinking that much about?” She asked, her face filled with worry. “Earth to Aliya!” Sarah's voice chapped, snapping me back to reality. I decided that it was going to be the last deep thought back in the day. The cologne still hung in the air, now battling with the heavy perfume she sprayed on me.She didn't even wait for me to give her my answer. She just came with the heart striking sentence, “it's time, let's steal the show to the alter”My heart skipped a bit as it ju

He brought out handcuffs, and I scoffed at the sight of it. “Are those parts of your crafts too?” I asked without a clue. And I was oblivious to what he already had in plan for me.He remained silent this time, then headed towards me with the cuffs. My heart started beating faster than ever as I made to stand up and jump out of that scary bed but his strong grip pulled me back to lay down on that danger as he cuffed my arms and legs. Each limb to a bed pole.I cried and pleaded for him to release me, but what I only saw was a mean expression from Collins, or let me say my husband. I felt I was supposed to be loved, not to be cuffed.My legs were tied so wide that I started to feel the pain in my hip bone. Then, swiftly, he went back to the drawer again and grabbed a large ball gag.Then, I quickly remembered my father's strict advice while he was walking me down the aisle earlier. “You know he isn't just some kind of husband, I have secured a good space for you, and I trust my busines

"You're a monster! I hate you so much!" Her words were a physical blow, slamming into me, making me profoundly uncomfortable. They were true, of course. I had crossed a line with her, an unforgivable one. I shouldn't have introduced her to this dark part of me, not so quickly. But I couldn't help it. I was blinded by a hunger—a lust—that consumed me. I am a monster, I know that. But even if I could somehow shed this skin, what would it matter? What assurance could she give me that she would ever truly love me? She already had a fiancé, a life, long before I ever entered her world.“I am so…” I was trying to apologize, to somehow undo the damage, when the shrill ringtone of my phone shattered the moment. I turned to see Bryan approaching, holding my phone out with a slight bow. "Mr. Clarks, sir," he said, his voice a crisp formality. I took the phone from him, a sense of betrayal washing over me. I felt like a traitor for having to pick it up, for having to leave this moment with her

The morning light was a soft, hesitant presence, seeping through the gaps in the curtains. I felt a gentle warmth on my face and stirred. I blinked once, twice, a third time, the world slowly solidifying into focus as my eyes fluttered open. The soft, unfamiliar feeling beneath my body was the first clue.I was on a cloud. No, not a cloud—a bed. The last thing I remembered was the warm leather of the couch, the heavy weight of exhaustion, and the bitter taste of confusion. But here I was, tucked into a bed that felt like a marshmallow, with sheets so crisp and soft they seemed to whisper.I sat up, the sheets pooling around my waist. My gaze swept across the room, taking in the details. The air smelled of something clean, a mix of laundry detergent and a faint, sweet floral note. It was a gentle assault on my senses, a stark contrast to the sterile, silent atmosphere of the night before. The sky-blue curtains, billowing slightly with an unseen breeze, cast a serene, welcoming glow. T

In the grand sitting room, Ethan stood frozen before my husband and his six aides, his hands clasped before him, as if in prayer. A tremor of fear seemed to run through him, visible even from where I stood.His red eyes and visible head veins added to my curiosity of his reason to be here."Ethan?" I called, my voice a soft, curious whisper. "What are you doing here?"He only looked at me, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, but no words came. His silence was a lead weight in the air."What happened to him?" I asked again, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. I'd never imagined seeing Ethan like this. The sight was a shock, a sudden, cold jolt.The memory of his words—the ones he'd spoken when I told him of my father's plan for me to marry Collins—returned with a flash. Now, I felt an impulsive need to prove him wrong, to show him that I had chosen the best husband in the world. With a smirk I didn't truly feel, I strode forward, pressing myself against Collins's arm i