Episode 10: Champagne

My body slammed on a glass wall upon retreating at him. "I said, how do I?" I asked, cleared my throat after. He pulled me closer to him, making me heave a breath.

"Be my million dollar wife." I sighed upon feeling his warm breath on my ears down to my neck. I felt a tremendous relief as I saw him walking away from me.

I frowned. "Million dollar wife?" I asked inside my ambiguous mind, can't even imagine this.

"Come here!" He said, urging me to follow his footsteps. I stopped walking behind him after I caught his scowl. I receded. "What? I said, come here!" I trembled upon hearing his voice, could even notice the exasperation on his tone that echoed in my ears. He snatched my hands and dragged me inside a palatial room.

I sat down on a bedside, unleashing a sigh upon seeing the lights dimmed down. I diverted my gaze on him, simply observing his actions.

He walked towards me, could even hear his heavy footsteps. My breath quickened upon glimpsing at his bare chest. My gaze landed at his eyes. His brows waggled. "What the fuck you looking at?" He asked, still wearing a frown.

"Uhh–nothing just wondering what are you holding..." I said after clearing my throat.

I was shocked by his body. I mean, didn't wanna look at it but I didn't see it coming so I was statued. We're surrounded by darkness, can't see things clearly due to the lights.

"So, are you up for it?" I nodded in agitation. He's asking me as if I have a choice? Well if I have it, hundred percent sure that he knows my answer. The heck!

"Then, I want you to wear this." He retorted resulting me to glare at him. Is he fucking serious? I won't be wearing that!

"No," I hurriedly stood up and retreated from him. "I won't be wearing it." I said upon clasping my hands.

The lights opened up, could now see his lean body. My gaze landed on his daring chest, making me clear my throat. He shove that dress in front of me. I trembled.

He fished a phone inside his pocket as he went through a table piled up with those papers. I heard his footsteps and for some reason, it's making me feel that I'm on the edge of my life.

He walked towards me. "Sign this." He said, leading me in the verge of being befuddled. I sighed. I saw him shove his phone on the bed.

I frowned, "What is this?" A sudden wave of guilt washed over me, could no longer hide the anguish in my eyes.

"I know your dreams," I gulped. "I can help you in achieving those." He smirked as he waggle his brows.

"B-but wh–"

"If you wanna impress me, just fucking do it!" He yelled. I gulped as I gathered up the pen and sign those papers. I felt vulnerable upon reading those letter on a m-marriage contract.

Even though, I wanted to push him and scratch his face to make him suffer but couldn't as my body refused to cooperate and I kept on being submissive to him for my dreams.

"You seemed unhappy with that, huh?" He asked as he beamed. "Don't you know that a woman like you wants nothing but a money and I can give yo–"

"No. I'm not what you think!" I cutted his words. I clasped my fists.

"Whatever, you're tied up to me and there's nothing else you could do than to be my fucking wife, understand?" He growled out. "Now, I want you to celebrate with me." He grabbed a champagne glass and handed it to me.

He pulled me closer to him. I pushed him upon knowing where this conversation will lead. "Uhh–you said that you'll help me pursuing my dreams, right?" I took a deep breath. I caught his eyes, deeply staring at mine. He slightly nodded as he held my hand and caressed it.

I smiled. "But, I need you to do something." He whispered as he got closer to me. I frowned. "I want you to be a good wife to me, hmm?"

"Y-yes, I will." I said despite of my body shuddering. To lessen my misery, I drank a wine. Again, I have no choice but to be a good wife to him as he said.

Though I had two choices, to follow him or to lose in this game. I had to fight for myself while still along in his side. I don't want uncle to think that I'm still weak. Never!

"This is a really great place!" I diverted my gaze on the corner of the room, where a painting called Mona Lisa was. "I love that!" I said out of excitement, can't wait to touch it.

I was about to take a walk when he pinned me resulting me to stared back at his eyes. "You look like a painting," he said, giving me butterflies in my stomach. "that's why I'm pinning you against the wall." He licked his lips.

I closed my eyes, wishing for someone to save me. I could now feel his breath rubbing against my skin, once again. He took a tight grip on my wrists.

A few seconds later, we heard a knock on the door, interrupting his wild temptations. I let out a sigh, feels like pulling out a thorn on my throat. "What's that?" I asked, meeting his darkened eyes, it feels like catching a wild-fire on it that's making me heave a breath.

He diverted his gaze on a door and walk towards it. I stretched my ruffled bathrobe upon trying to figure out a woman in front of the door. I don't have an idea of who's that but thank you, she saved me.

I watched them having a conversation with each other. I frowned upon noticing her features, seems familliar.

I walked towards him as I saw him giving me a hand gesture. "What?" I asked upon wearing a smile, still gazing at her beautiful face, she had the body of a beauty queen, even sure that those mens are falling from her including, him? For god's sake!

"Hi, how are you feeling?" She asked in a sweet tone.

I glimpse at him for a second and diverted it to her again after upon trying to reconnect with her. "I'm fine. Do we know each other, anyway?" I asked, still in the edginess. From her voice, I'm sure that we met!

"Oh, I'm Celestine!" She said with a full smile on her lips upon giving me a hand shake.

"Back to your question," I heard her sigh. "We met awhile ago. You're asking for help in the middle of the road." I gaped.

"You're the one who save me, right?" I asked. I saw her nod resulting me to embrace her. "Thank you so much!" I said, felt happiness in my heart.

"Unfortunately, we have a bad news for you." I gulped. Is this about...no, this ain't happening!

"What's that?" I uttered upon playing my fingers out of being uncomfy at her expression.