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 woke up after three to four of her non-existing sleep. 


Alcohol is still very much alive in her breath. She saw a piece of paper in her line of sight. She touched it, and it slid down the pillow. 


"By Xavier "......was written on it with a sad smile on top. She huffed. 


She knew it was from Xavier. His scent lingers all over the paper. Deep down, she wished it was from someone else. Someone she learned to see no word of Apology, She role over in her bed facing her window and raised her hand in the air. 


Her wedding ring captured her fascination. A wedding ring with no meaning, just a platinum band around her finger, was holding her bondage. After this year, it might never have any significance to anyone. Not even for Regan. 


She replayed her wedding day, the day she never thought Would ever come. She crawled out of the bed as her stomach growled for food and went downstairs to get some of it. 


Chapter 46