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

Regan stood therefor. She didn't know how long she had been in front of that door. Still, no movement for so long till her legs can take anymore. 


She slumped down, letting go of all the tears she kept Bottled up forever. 


She felt betrayed, anger pulsing through her veins, but it was not for Alex. 


No, none of it was for Alex. She knew there was a possibility this would happen, but with understanding what was at stake, she still went on. 


She felt her anger churning her inside. She feels angry about herself—her inner battle of pride and ego nagging her for explanations of what she did inside that room. 


She knew this might happen, but her heart told her otherwise. 


Her heart told her to open up to the devil and let go. Let go and let him be hers, and she thought she could give herself to him and 'what did she expect back?' him to cherish her. 


Where did all bravery of seduction lead her.?? In an empty hole with no one to help her out? 


Chapter 43