"Do you hate me?" Emma's heart jolted, and she felt a sudden tightness in her chest. The question pierced through like a knife, tearing open wounds that she had attempted to bury deep within her. Her gaze fixed blankly on him, the anguish, fury, and anxiety mingling in her eyes as she remembered all those countless nights she cried herself to sleep with the marks of ownership he left on her body and soul.He was right. She's like the moon, a stunning sight to behold, yet marked by scars. Big ugly scars that ran deep within. Serving as a constant reminder of the battles she's fought and the pain she's endured. Nonetheless, her beauty lies in her strength to carry on despite them.Silence hung between them, suffocating and unbroken. Her eyes flickered nervously while her breaths became shallow and jagged. Although she knew that the answer to his question was a "yes," a blunt brutal 'yes I do' yet she found herself incapable of uttering those words out loud. Was it out of fear or so
All he wanted was a yes or no, so why couldn't she articulate her thoughts? Or maybe there was something between them. Something that made it hard for her to hate him. Emma didn't know. For the past few days, she had rather been unsure. Her mind was a mess and so was her heart. Both were at war with each other and it was frustrating.Memories of the time when he had hurt her, made her feel weak and the times he had forced himself on her came flooding back. But amidst those memories, she couldn't ignore the moments when he had stood by her side. Through thick and thin, he had been there for her, even when he didn't have to.And above all, it was because of him that she was able to save her brother. Moreover, a strong emotion like hatred had no place in her tender heart."N-no," she let out, defeatedly. Her eyes soon met his silver pools that were like a stormy sea, filled with depths of mystery and emotions. He stood quiet, seemingly frozen but his heart was beating fast, and then
"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 wo
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