Elysia's Pov
There was a pregnant silence between us, and for a moment, I felt as though I had bitten the lion's tail. His gaze narrowed further, unleashing his deep-rooted hatred for me.
His grip on my arms tightened, making me moan in pain, but he cared less.
Suddenly, there was a smirk on his face, a little mild, but it didn't fail to tell me he was enjoying every bit of my suffering.
Every bone in my body despised him. The feeling of his breath on my skin made goosebumps appear all over my body as if a beast was holding me down.
But that was what he was-a beast.
Surprisingly, his grip around my arms loosen. When I fixed my gaze on him, stunned by his action, I caught the mockery in his eyes.
This man is planning something devilish. I'm certain, and whatever it was, it was to make me suffer.
"I guess you’d be happy if we did it in your favorite hotel.”
He muttered words that threw me in confusion. My brows crinkled as I watched him dressed up, and suddenly, he gripped my arms, hauling me towards the door.
I tried screaming, but the staff locked themselves in and ceased from even taking a glimpse of what was happening. What did I expect? They were like dogs loyal to their master.
When we got outside, he nudged me inside the car, cuffing my hands to the car's door. My legs cuffed to the other door at the back seat. My head was on the car's seat-there was no way I could even look out through the car's window.
I kept struggling, hitting the window with my legs, but it made no difference-I was tied to the car like some criminal.
He drove through a route I found hard to discern. I have no idea where he was taking me.
And where was my favorite hotel?
I kept thinking about it, but couldn't come up with any ideas, and suddenly he stopped.
He dragged me out of the car, heading toward the receptionist.
His grip around my wrists tightens every minute. When he was done lodging in, we went straight for the elevator.
I looked around, and I hadn't been there before. I don't know why he referred to it as my favorite hotel.
Immediately we walked inside the room, he headed straight to the terrace and spread the curtains wide open, and there it was-
My favorite hotel.
My body suddenly quivers. My eyes opened wide.
'Why did he bring me here?'
"There you have it." Damon smiled. His hands spread apart as he kept twirling and laughing so loud, making me feel every bone in my body crushing to pieces.
Suddenly he stopped.
His steps moved toward my direction. Every step he took toward me, I took the same backward.
When I reached the door, I kept banging it hard, hoping someone would come to my rescue, but I was all alone.
Damon tugged my arm and swerved me around. Pinning me to the door as he rocked his hips against mine.
I felt disgusted.
He then threw me on the bed and laid on me. His breath on my skin ignited my deep hatred for him.
He kissed my toes and thighs, making me feel like a python was swallowing me. When he grabbed my breast, I felt a sense of defilement.
My husband was about to rape me again.
He placed his lips on mine, forcing them to part. He sucked in my lower lips, and I felt a tingling from the bite.
But then he stopped, which made me surprised.
He was wobbling his head so much that I thought he was insane.
But the only thing I cared about was his body weight on me, and I wanted him off me.
And miraculously, he did.
He stood far from the bed, raveling his head, and then strode to the terrace.
I scoffed as I struggled to get off the cuffs, but there was no way out.
Patiently, I waited for him to release me, but then his phone rang.
His divided attention suddenly focused on me. His eyes darkened, making me wonder who had called him.
He hung up-his countenance gleaming with rage that was evident even in the tone of his voice.
I could hear him grunting as he picked my clothes from the floor.
"Get dressed."
....
I was seated beside him as we drove out of the hotel. I couldn't tell where we were headed, and I was just glad he failed to touch me and thrust his member inside of me.
I can get pregnant again. I would hate them even more than I hate the ones we have.
He didn't spare me a glance. Not even for a second.
The muscles of his face were tightened, and his lips curved to a corner. Questions about his attitude were hanging on my lips, but I care less.
Maybe not.
I leaned my back on the seat as I whined down the glass. The fantastic evening air is feeling my nostrils with its freshness.
I can't remember. I went for a long drive, and one this quiet.
This was heaven.
I placed my elbow on the window as I looked out. I was watching the cars as they drove past the bridge. The sea looks even more beautiful this morning.
"Oh my, the bridge." I suddenly realized that it was the way to my father in law house.
'I'm totally screwed. I'm not prepared to face even my family, but I was on the way to my in-laws.'
If I'm asked who wants me dead, I won't hesitate to name every member of Damon's family.
They despised me like I was some disease that kills everything it touches. I don't even get to speak in their presence.
"We are here." Damon glared at me as he drove through the mansion's gate.
My teeth gritted, and my body quivered in fear.
When we got out of the car, the first person I saw was my father-in-law, who suddenly strides faster to where I was, and immediately I lowered my head in respect.
"Don't you dare try to look like you are some saint whore."
I gulped my saliva and slowly raised my head, but then-
My father's in-law hands struck my face so hard that I became deaf for a minute.
The hell!
Damon Pov"Don't you dare try to look like you are some saint. Whore!"I turned the car's engine off just to hear my father shrieking at Elysia. I knew this was inevitable.Before I could leave the car, he struck Elysia on her face, and his fingers were visible on her cheeks."Father!" I yelled at him. "What? You brought this ungrateful bitch as a spouse, and now she has cost us a fortune." My father shrieked at Elysia again."Allow me to handle this. I will trace the accounts and fix this." I pleaded. I glanced at her; her head was lowered. Tears were dripping from her cheeks, and they dropped to the ground. I shouldn't pity her, but somehow, I couldn't stand there and watch my family humiliate her."You better fix this, and if I don't get my money back, she will pay for it. Even if I have to trade her organs, she will pay for the loss caused to this family. I never cared about how you treated my son, I let you be, but now you had to mess with my business. I will not forgive this a
Elysia's Pov."Five, four, three, two, and one."I took a deep breath after counting my fingers, gulping my saliva down my throat so hard that I felt the muscles of my bottleneck stiff. The hell! What just happened?My cheeks felt numb for a moment as I tried to reminisce about what had just happened. Why did my father-in-law feel the need to hit me?I kept asking myself if I would be able to come up with an answer when the only way was to question the man who had just struck my face with his old solid hands. Just then, my mother-in-law interrupted. Looking at her, I could tell she was pleased I got hit. She tried to hide it, but I could see the little smirk playing on her lips, but she likes to feign affection for me.I couldn't help but scoff, and instantly she glared at me but never yelled.She never yells when Damon is there."Then speak to your son and leave Elysia alone. Damon, walk your father inside. You boys can do your business while I take care of Elysia." She dismissed
Elysia's Pov"You have no shame." He spat on the ground and glared at me like I was some whore. "I never wanted to marry you, Damon; you know better that we don't have any relationship between us. So don't treat me like I was some whore." I yelled at him.His brows crinkled, wobbling his head at me. I could see the disgust in his eyes."Get in." He shrieked at me, opening the car's door."I want to visit my parents," I mumbled."There is no way I'm taking you there. Get inside the car." He squealed."Never; why can't I visit my parents after you've brought me to your sick parents' house." I groaned."What did you say?" His demeanor was frightening, and it was as though he was going to strangle me to death.I rolled my eyes, pretending like I didn't utter any words."Did you call me sick?" His father's voice interrupted, and before I could veer to take a glance, I felt his hand strike my face the second time."Get her out of my house, and I don't ever want her feet to touch my premise
Elysia's Pov "Madam, madam." Vamos kept calling Elysia's window but she seemed to have fallen in deep slumber. "Madam!" He shrieked at her and instantly her eyes opened as if she just woke up from a nightmare. "Warren" Elysia's eyes meandered around the couch in the living room. "Shit, I dozed off here." She sighed and placed her feet on the floor. "Evening madam." Warren greeted but she paid him no attention. She head straight to her room, and fast inside the shower. .... I could hear the sound of my bones cracking, my body was sore from the uncomfortable position I had slept in the couch. As I walked out of the shower, I got dressed in a lingerie. Switching off the lights, I plopped on the bed set to fall asleep but suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Who the fuck is that?" I grumbled relaxing for a few minutes before reaching for the door, and to my surprise, it was Damon. He pushed the door widely opened, inviting himself in. His gaze meandering around the room as
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Elysia PovIt's been thirty minutes in the restaurant, yet I felt like I'd been here for about two hours. Company lunch or dinner wasn't my thing. Julia had invited John, an employee of mine she was madly crushing on, and the worst part, John came with two other friends, and one was with a lady.At every chance I got, I looked away and sighed, pouring a drink into my glass every minute. Though I was not too fond of this place, it was better than my home. ..."Elysia, you haven't touched your plate yet?" Julia questioned me. Her lips parted slightly as her gaze traveled between me and my plate.My gape trails the table, and out of five plates served to our table, and only mine was yet to be touched."You don't like it?" Emily asked; she was the software manager."I'm just not hungry." I tried to brush it off, but their demeanor seemed as though they were a bit concerned. To satisfy them, I scooped from the salad on my plate and placed it in my mouth. My eyes twinkled at the deligh
Elysia PovIt's been a week of being locked up in my own home. Elise has been roaming around this house like she was the head, controlling Damon and nitpicking on me at every chance she gets.This marriage was the worst thing that has ever happened to me.I sighed, trying to control my hate and disgust for these people...."Madam, your breakfast." Madeline walked and placed the meal on the table."Have my parents visited?" I asked. I managed to send a message to my mother, letting her know of my state, but Elise caught me and seized my phone.If my parents were trying to reach me, it wouldn't go through."Have they?" I asked again, seeing how quiet Madeline was, leaning to a corner as though I was going to strike her with my fist."No, madam, they never visited." She responded.I knew my father would never, but my mum? I was utterly disappointed."Thank you. You may leave.""Madam, I think you should beg Mr Contreras for forgiveness. He can free you."Madeline's eyes were brimming wi