You are no wife to me, do you get it?" 
He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble.

"I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! Asshole- idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. 

All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”.

 “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" 

"Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth.

 "Why are you smirking at me bitch?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.

The Hurt Of Billionaire

Alex wanted to exhale his frustration by doing something drastic, but he let go of the thought of that. Making his way toward his room, he let the door close with a click. He was turning the lights off, stripping down to his boxers. He pulled open the velvet cover and duvet, watching her shudder with the cold. 


The real task was to strip her down, which he didn't want to do, but he had to do it. He started to pull off her top-up and saw a long gash just below her chest. 


It was long and what his eyes saw was not something you get when you mistakenly fell on a rod. No, it looks like a deep cut. The one you get when someone has an intention to hurt you to death. 


He traced it with his index finger, and the thought of how she got this was jamming his brain—making him see that he is not the only one with a past of dark shadows—shoving that thought aside. He pulled her top off and slowly pulled her pajamas down. 


Chapter 35