Chapter 5

Isabella POV

What was he expecting? Did he expect me to be happy over a measly compliment that I'm certain is not sincere? 

I know I said I will pretend to be happy about my recent predicament to not let anyone suspect a thing before I execute my plan but I could not hold my mouth in front of this monster. Seeing him made me infuriated and slightly scared.

"You heard me right. Don't come here pretending to like how I look. We are both aware that this is an arranged marriage so do not pretend to care," I said as I started approaching the dressing room to undress.

"You stop right there!" He said making me halt in my track as he moved and stood in front of me. His words and actions have a way to command respect.

"You will not walk out on me until I'm done with you," he said, " I own you and as long as you are mine, you do as I command. If I say you're beautiful, it means you are beautiful and you appreciate my compliment," he added

"You can not…" I said but was shut up as he used his huge hand to press my throat.

I gapped for air, he was suffocating me

"You are beautiful. What will be your response to a compliment?" He asked as he pinned me to the wall. For a split second, I saw lust in his eyes that immediately changed to disgust.

"Thank… you… Don," I responded hoping he would let me go before I breathe my last.

He released his hands from my neck and I started coughing, grasping for air and feeling relief. 

"Good. That's the dress you are wearing to the wedding. Get a red dress, we will be going to dinner after the reception," he said as he stepped back 

Heading to the door, he slightly turned and said, "Do not embarrass me tomorrow Isabella. Your life is at stake here."