"She is so simple, I wonder why would Mr Smith marry her?" A young maid drew nearer to her friend and whispered, her fingers lighting the scented candles.
"No, why? I think she is quite beautiful. Jesus, how I wish I had hair like hers!" The other one stated as she skillfully arranged the white flowers next to the candles, the two together filling the room with their opulent fragrance. She returned her gaze to the newlywed's face. "Her eyes are so beautiful and sparkling.""But why doesn't she look happy? I haven't heard a word since she—"A low coughing sound echoed throughout the luxurious walls putting an end to the unnecessary whispering. The elderly maid Amanda threw an angry glance towards the younger ones who seemed more focused on talking about their new mistress than hurrying and finishing up their work. The maids gulped. It was strictly forbidden to discuss their master, Kevin, or anything he does. Fearful of the consequences, the younger maids sealed their lips and began working at a frantic pace. Amanda cleared her throat and looked nervously at Emma fearing she had overheard the disrespect but found her staring at the king-sized bed blankly; she seemed to be unbothered by their gossiping and even presence but bothered by a lot of other things. Amanda's aged eyes searched for any glimmer of joy on Emma's face but there was none. She appeared quieter and more troubled than the last time she saw her. The old woman returned her gaze to the young bride's face as if trying to read her emotions and those expressive eyes. Emma was undeniably beautiful, but the old lady couldn't understand why a man like Kevin would marry her. Their personalities were completely at odds. He was bold and wild, whereas she was quiet and naive. Nevertheless, she stood out significantly from every other wealthy and sassy woman Kevin ever had."You're beautiful dear," the elderly maid spoke in her soothing voice as she arranged the white duvet and smoothed the silk sheets making sure they were wrinkle-free. The irony of it! She made sure everything was perfect. It was another thing that all of this neatness and order would last till Kevin's arrival. She knew in a few hours, the bed would be in shambles.Emma smiled sadly as she looked at Amanda. Beautiful? Unfortunately, that's all everyone cares about. Beauty brought her nothing but pain. Emma wished she wasn't beautiful. She wished he had never seen her. And she truly wished they had never met. He's a nightmare."Would you like to eat something?" asked Amanda and saw Emma shake her head before her gaze returned to the magnificent bed again. Her gaze was devoid of passion or excitement, only a deep sadness. She knew that on that very bed, she would lose her innocence.Emma bit her lower lip and blinked back her tears. Everything felt the same as the last time when she came here to present herself just like a whore. Although this time there was a difference and she was his wife but she felt the exact pain she had felt before. Whore or wife, he was going to touch her, corrupt her, claim her and that thought alone was shattering her. Although Kevin hadn't arrived yet and stayed at the wedding venue to discuss some business matters, how long could she survive? He must be on his way. He would be here any moment. Emma let out a shaky breath. Her anxiety was becoming worse with each passing second. Shortly after, the maids, unaware of the reality of this strange wedding, congratulated her once again, to which Emma responded with an unwilling smile—that didn't even reach her eyes— doing her best to avoid drawing attention to herself."My name is Amanda. Please let me know if there is anything else I can do for you, "Amanda let out, smiling. "Master might be here anytime soon," she continued, oblivious to the fact that she had just added to the poor girl's misery. Emma chewed on her bottom lip and nodded.The moment Amanda walked out, Emma was left all alone in his room. Which, of course, was theirs now! Even though the gray themed room was huge and had luxuries the world couldn't even imagine, Emma felt suffocated. Imprisoned! Helpless! For her, his room was nothing more than a lavish cage.Emma slowly closed her eyes in despair. Isn't this the naked reality of life? Life never gives us what we want rather it mostly gives us what we despise. She never desired luxury—only peace. A simple life with her loved ones was all she wanted but fate had other plans for her.Heaving a deep breath, Emma stood up, hands holding the white dress the length of which hampered her walk. Within seconds, she was standing next to the huge window, her hazel eyes taking in the new surroundings. The window was closed, but she could tell how bad the weather was by the way the glass misted up. Nevertheless, it was considerably better than the previous week and undoubtedly better and calmer than her internal turmoil. Everything appeared quiet and serene in contrast to her. Emma took a deep breath as she gazed at the night sky, hoping to calm her inner storms, but nothing worked. Her heart and soul were restless knowing what lay in store for her.Silence loomed around her, the quietness was a hollow reminder that she was away from everything. Away from her little brother, away from Mina. She was all alone in a new place surrounded by new people. Emma didn't want to be here, but she had to. It wasn't a wedding, but rather a deal in which she had lost herself. A tear fell from her eyes as sudden ripples of missing James erupted in her heart. He was still in the hospital. Concerning thoughts regarding him occupied her mind. How would she face him, what would she tell him why she couldn't be with him? What if Mina couldn't take care of him? Although Emma had given Mina a huge sum of money and requested her to take a break from work while she was gone, Mina had other responsibilities as well. Not to mention, her demanding husband. Unshed tears blurred Emma's vision as she confronted her own helplessness. She couldn't even stay with her little brother when he needed her the most.The serene silence of the room was soon fractured by an abrupt noise, jolting Emma out of her thoughts. Her heart stopped in a blink when she heard the door open and heavy footsteps walked in. The air around her tightened. He was here!Emma could feel him even before she saw him. His alluring cologne, the warmth of his body, the intensity of his stare on her back. A wave of shivers traveled down her spine as she heard the faint click of the lock. The poor girl stiffened knowing what awaited her. Soon his footsteps grew louder and her heart began to beat faster. As she heard the subtle rustle of his clothes, she clasped the expensive fabric of her dress a little too tightly in nervousness. He was getting undressed. Her body tensed, hazel eyes shut in sheer dread. She didn't dare to look back. She couldn't! Kevin took off his coat and unbutton the top buttons of his white shirt, his bluish gray eyes keenly taking in her details as he tossed his black coat along with the bow on the couch. She was standing near the window, still wearing her wedding gown in which she looked more angelic and appealing. His gaze traced the gentle curve of her back, skimming down to linger on the alluring contours of her waist and curva
Emma's eyes widened in terror as she saw him yanking his shirt off his shoulders, allowing it to pool on the floor and reveal his firm tanned skin. It was a sight that most women would find attractive and enticing but not Emma. All she felt was fear. All she could see was her destruction. All she could hear was her nearly deafening pulse. Panicked, she looked into his smoldering gray eyes, which now brimmed with unrestrained desire, and her heart pounded with fear as she instinctively shrank back. He would surely dirty her tonight. "Get undressed for me," Kevin commanded and walked over to the bed's side table, his bulging muscles adding to her fright. Emma couldn't move. Her breathing became ragged as she watched him getting ready to devour her. To ruin her innocence. He was ready to devour everything her fragile body had to offer. Emma gulped. She had never been with a man before, never felt any kind of intimacy. As a woman, she had fantasized to reach this point in her life,
His heart skipped a beat. He's her first.Kevin remained motionless for a while, mind in chaos. In a complete daze. How is this even possible? Wasn't she dating that blonde guy? Even if the two weren't together, there has to be someone else. She was what, twenty-two? She couldn't possibly be a…fuck he never thought she would be a virgin. With such a desirable body, how did she even manage to protect her innocence? Kevin stayed still for a few more seconds, panting, his eyes locked on the crimson stain on the white sheets.While he sat between her legs, Emma couldn't bear to meet his steely gaze and looked to the side. She lay there, naked and vulnerable, writhing in agony as waves of pain surged through her.Oh how she wished for the ordeal to be over, but knew it was far from done. He had just begun. Her suffering had just begun. She was completely at his mercy.Kevin's eyes remained fixed on her face, taking in the sight of her damp hair matted with sweat and tears, her eyes held
Something was wrong. I could feel it. I've been worried about her ever since I left her in his room. She appeared so solemn and quiet. To be more specific, numb. As if she had lost everything. This is not how newlywed women behave, especially when their husband is such an influential and desired man. Something was clearly wrong. Something I couldn't quite pin down.Her eyes, no matter how hard she tried to hide, I couldn't forget the sorrows and fear that were reflecting in those hazel eyes. Was she perhaps coerced into this wedding?But why would Kevin force her when he didn't lack anything himself? He's perfect. He's every woman's dream. Jesus, nothing was making sense at all. I couldn't reach any conclusion. Her pale face and those sad eyes were all I could recall. She exuded an aura of melancholy and uncertainty, as though she was going through something very hard. My mind wandered back to the first time she was brought here. She seemed fine. Yes, she was quiet back then t
As the tragic night neared its end, the bright rays of the morning sun flooded the room, driving away the remnants of darkness. Yet, for her, the shadows enveloping her life remained impenetrable, indifferent to the sun's feeble attempt. Only if these rays could diminish the dark that had besieged her life too. Nothing however could make it happen, she knew. No light, no matter how brilliant, could breach the depths of sorrow that had burdened her heart and soul. Frail and broken, she lay beneath the silk sheets. Her puffy eyes fluttered open, only to be blinded by the streaming rays of light. Blinking in confusion, Emma wearily rested her head back on the pillow for a few seconds allowing her blurry vision to slowly adjust to the dazzling morning light. With her cheek still gently pressed against the silk pillow, she looked around dumbfounded. The dark walls exuded an air of mystery, magnificent chandeliers dangled gracefully, while a huge window framed the breathtaking view of
"Where were you?" A deep, velvety voice caught her off guard. Startled, she spun towards the sound, only to find herself face to face with him again. There he sat on the couch exuding an undeniable aura of power and allure. Emma's throat grew parched, her fingers anxiously gripping the fabric of her dress as a surge of fear and shame washed over her. She had believed, naively, that she would make it home before him but fate was not on her side."I asked you something, Emmeline Smith," he repeated, giving an extended pause on the word, Smith as though asserting she was his to command. Kevin's words cut through the relentless stream of questions swirling in her mind, his sharp tone enough to convey his seething rage."I was at the hospital," her voice came out as a whisper, barely audible while her slightly puffy eyes refused to look into his ocean-deep ones that were giving her all the attention she dreaded. The shame was too obvious to let go. He had seen her naked. He had done di
The warm water, like a lover's touch, danced upon their naked bodies, intimately tracing each curve and contour. Kevin's eyes remained fixed upon Emma, utterly mesmerized by her beauty. Her long waves had loosened up with droplets gently trickling down its ends. A few strands playfully clung to her face and neck urging him to gently brush them behind her shoulders, allowing the damp waves to gracefully rest against the curve of her lower back.His gaze, brimming with desire, slowly moved from her face to her neck. The water had washed away the veil of concealer she had so meticulously applied, revealing the bold evidence of his ardent desire etched upon her skin—exquisite poetry of countless hickies and bites adorning her neck and collarbones."Put your arms down," Kevin demanded in a chillingly deep voice, his tone somewhat desperate and tinged with sheer need. Panic surged within her however she stood still, her arms failing miserably at hiding her bare body from his penetrating g
After dirtying her and cleaning himself, the man wore a black bathrobe that covered his glistening muscles flawlessly and stepped out of the bathroom leaving her alone in there. Realizing his departure Emma couldn't hold back her sobs anymore. She put a hand on her mouth and sank to her knees, feeling her legs giving up on her. Days of weakness and severe pain between her legs rendered her unable to even stand. It was expected as intense back-to-back sessions were undoubtedly exhausting for a girl who hadn't been sexually active her entire life.With her bare back against the cold tiles, Emma sat down on the wet floor. The shower was still on, washing away all the filthiness and sweeping away her tears but the feeling of his touch still lingered on her body. She was still able to feel his possessive touch and hear his lustful grunts and sinful whispers. Emma sobbed uncontrollably while curling her knees to her chest and hugging her shoulders crying her heart out. While agreeing o