You know my father?

She positioned herself in front of the mirror and observed her own reflection. Adorned in an impeccably crafted wedding gown of pristine white, the dress featured intricate designs enhanced by the inclusion of crystal elements.

The attire tastefully accentuated her feminine figure, modestly revealing her décolletage and highlighting her curves. Completing the celestial ensemble was a long veil adorning her head, elegantly paired with a bun hairstyle, with strands of hair softly cascading on her face.

Her countenance embraced a minimal yet naturally enhancing makeup, creating a captivating contrast with her enchanting sapphire eyes. Indeed, she embodied a celestial beauty embraced by the splendor of bridal attire.

She appears divine, although her eyes fail to radiate as they typically do when she experiences joy.

Presently, she finds herself in a state of unhappiness, contemplating her impending marriage to a man she knows very little about. Unsure if her decision to marry him is the correct one, she feels trapped without any alternative options. While he may not be a terrible person, at times he displays excessive rudeness and anger.

Initially, she believed his intentions to marry her stemmed from genuine affection, but his actions suggest otherwise. Previously, he treated her with tenderness, but following an incident in the lift, his behavior drastically changed, becoming increasingly disrespectful.

She experienced deep emotional distress when he raised his hand at her without granting her the opportunity to explain herself. It would have been more appropriate for him to allow her to speak her truth, but instead he unjustly accused her of unacceptable behavior.

Though he refrained from physically harming her again following this incident, his words acted as a toxic poison, continuously degrading her character whenever he had the chance.

She let out a weary sigh, feeling disheartened by her circumstances. Unfortunately, she saw no other option but to marry him, as the well-being of her brother holds greater importance than her own happiness.

He is like a little guardian angel in her life, the only person who truly loves her.

She promptly rose from her seat upon spotting her soon-to-be husband's entrance into the room. Her brows furrowed when she observed his slightly unsteady steps as he approached her.

A sudden nervousness overcame her at the sight, for he appeared to be inebriated. A sense of unease coursed through her, as she pondered how he could have consumed alcohol knowing that their wedding was mere hours away.

Her throat tightened as he stood before her, his intoxicating gaze fixed upon her reflection in the mirror.

Suddenly, a strong grip seized her waist, forcefully spinning her around and causing her to land against his chest.

With widened eyes, she looked up and beheld him, now fully aware of his intoxication and the overpowering smell of alcohol emanating from him. His intense, intoxicated gaze was fixed upon her, eliciting a shiver down her spine.

With nervousness, she attempted to distance herself from him, yet he only tightened his grip around her waist.

Placing her palms against his chest, she summoned the courage to address him, her voice trembling with apprehension, "Please, leave me."

"Why?" he responded curtly, causing a twinge of unease as she perceived the cruelty in his eyes.

Struggling against his hold, she grew increasingly uncomfortable in his embrace. "L.leave me," she pleaded desperately, yearning to liberate herself from his grasp.

Much to her horror, he forcibly pushed her against the mirror, causing her to collide with the dressing table, instigating a painful sensation in her back.

Startled by his sudden aggression, her heart skipped a beat. A chill ran down her spine, causing goosebumps to form on her skin.

She experienced an overwhelming feeling of disgust upon witnessing the presence of desire and lust in his eyes.

Her entire body quivered with fear as she fruitlessly endeavored to push him away, pressing her palms against his chest, only to find him unaffected by her struggle.

"Let go of me! What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling.

However, he silenced her by gently placing his finger upon her lips and uttered in a chilling manner, "Why? I am going to be your husband, right?"

Upon hearing his statement, she scrunched her brows, saying, "That does not grant you any authority to touch me without my consent, and we have not yet entered into marriage, so leave me."

Saying these words, she made an attempt to push him away. But, he leaned towards her ear, his warm breath brushing against her neck, causing her to tremble.

"Even if we still didn't get married, I can touch you. Not only touch you, but I can do whatever I want to do with you, with or without your permission." saying this he kissed her ear before retreating, only to see her eyes filled with tears.

She could hardly believe what she had just heard - that her consent held no significance to him, and that he could do as he pleased without her permission and consent. She felt disgust hearing his words.

He watched as she desperately tried to escape his grip, her vulnerability clearly evident. She was on the verge of breaking down. It was her right to decide who touched her, yet he appeared to disregard her wishes and do as he pleased. The mere act of someone touching her without consent made her feel terrible, even if it was her own husband.

Determined to free herself, she exerted every ounce of strength to push against him, yet her efforts were met with an even tighter grasp.

He forcefully twisted her wrists behind her back and pressed her against the mirror and, gripping her neck with his hand.

In a state of panic, she pleaded, "You are hurting me, leave me,"

But, his intoxication only fueled his inner desires, causing him to bury his face in her neck, disregarding her protests and the fact that she did not consent to this encounter.

Tears streamed down her face as a result of his actions.

"I had intended to make you my slut, but your bastard father's wishes for our marriage prevented that," he growled into her ear, proceeding to forcefully suck on her neck.

These words struck her and left her frozen in place.

What he is saying, that he knows who her father is and her father asked him to marry her. She was unable to fully comprehend his words, causing her tears to flow continuously from her tightly closed eyes.

A strong sensation of him forcefully sucking on her neck overwhelmed her, causing her to clench her fists tightly behind her back, which he firmly grasped while vigorously biting her neck.

As he bit her, a wave of pain washed over her, and he attempted to alleviate the discomfort by using his tongue, which only intensified her disgust.

She tried to push him away using her shoulder, but he remained motionless, heightening her fear.

"You know my father?" she asked him.

In response, he erupted into laughter, exhibiting rather erratic behavior.

"Your father is quite a unpleasant man, but I won't divulge any information about him at the moment but, once we are married, I will disclose everything. But for now, please allow me have sex with you," he uttered, emphasizing his desire with a menacing tone and a forceful bite on her ear.

Upon hearing his words, she was filled with disgust and terror "Leave me alone!"

Disregarding her pleas, he proceeded to sensually suck on her ear.

She desperately tried to defend herself by attempting to kick him in a vulnerable area but, he had anticipated her actions and strategically placed his knee to prevent her from moving her legs, maintaining his position between them.

He chuckled, projecting a deep and husky voice, and remarked, "I initially planned to have sex with you after we were married, but your resistance only intensifies my desire to fuck you mercilessly and painfully until you scream out in agony."

With these disgusting words, he gradually straightened up, pressing his hips against hers, allowing her to feel his painfully erected arousal.

She shook her head in a state of complete terror, while attempting to close her thighs as a means of preventing him from touching her.

"You are such a slut," he condescendingly remarked.

"I had thought you to be a well-behaved young women who possessed innocence and virtue, but witnessing you with him in the elevator opened my eyes to see your whoring around nature."

She felt an overwhelming sense of disgust coursing through her veins upon hearing his offensive words.

She forcefully endeavored to push him away, successfully managing to do so due to his intoxication.

With every ounce of strength she possessed, she delivered a powerful slap to his face, causing him to turn his gaze away in response to the impact.

Infuriated, she shouted, "You are such a disgusting person!"

He experienced a sudden outburst of anger upon being slapped by her, in response, he forcefully pushed her against the mirror, firmly gripped her neck with considerable force.

This caused her to instinctively grab his hand in an attempt to free herself from his grasp.

The pressure around her neck was so intense that she felt as though she might lose consciousness at any moment. Her complexion turned red, tears welled up in her eyes, and she struggled to breathe.

"How dare you, you slut, I'll kill you for raising your hand at me," he uttered, further tightening his grip.

Just as she was on the verge of closing her eyes completely, she heard the sound of the door opening.