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

When my senses came back, I knew I was no longer on the bathroom floor. 


I was on my bed with a cover tucking me like a kid. A cold hand contacted my forehead, and my eyes snapped open. 


With a blur of the image, my eyes settled in on Enrique, leaning over me. Inspecting me for I don't know what.! 


Behind him, I tried to find Alex, but he was nowhere around, or I guess he wasn't in the house at all. Enrique's eyes flick toward mine and a moment of confusion settle in my heart. 


"What happened"? I asked. My voice came out more than husky than I like. My mouth feels sour, and my tongue feels like sandpaper used many times. 


He helps me sit up in my seat and fetches a glass of water from the nearby table. He put the glass back when I had enough, looking at me worriedly. 


"Does he know about it"? He asked, making me more confused than ever. I gave him (what the hell are you talking about!!!! ) 


Look, and he slapped his forehead in aggression. 


Chapter 67