A Billionaire's Vows To His Donor Bride

CHAPTER 7 Shamed By My Husband

OLIVIA

As he is looking down at me, I am wondering what he is thinking about me. Does he find me ugly? Are my scars disgusting for him? I mean, the last time this man was here, he told me I make him sick. I was fully clothed that time, but now I am standing in front of him, completely naked and uncomfortable. Do I still make him sick?

God! This is so embarrassing. His eyes are piercing too much on me; I must get away now.

I attempt to push him with my hands, but he instantly grabs them and holds them above my head, pinning me against the cold wall.

“Alexander! What are you trying to do?” I question, nervously.

“To sleep with you as you wished. I will give you what you want, just so you do not bother me in the future!” As he says this, he lowers his head and moves very close to my face, leaving no space between us. At this point, we are breathing each other’s air, and gosh, he smells so heavenly. If I die now, his scent would be the death of me because I just want to tug him and bury my face in his chest.

Before I know it, his lips encounter mine. So warm, sweet, and fragile, yet I am in shock and frozen. He slowly moves his lips, kissing me sensually, and I am so scared to even shift, so I close my eyes and try to live in the moment and kiss him back. A soft moan unexpectedly escapes from my lips as I fail to resist, but I cannot help but think of the real reason this is happening. To me, it might feel real, but to him, I am just a desperate girl, so he is only being sympathetic towards me. It hurts a lot, and as much as I want this to happen, will I be happy that it happened, or will I regret it?

The room is no longer as cold, and I am feeling relaxed, enjoying the kiss. I am flustered and my ovaries are dancing. But I do not want to get carried away, so I quickly open my eyes and look at him, dazed. He is frowning, and I am wondering if my kiss was good. With that being done, I quickly pick up the towel and shout,

“Go!” I just do not want to embarrass myself anymore. This is enough. I have done a lot to get things done my way, but I still have my dignity.

“Did you just tell me to go?” He enquires, disapprovingly. “Who do you think you are, telling me what to do in my own home!?” He rumbles like thunder, charging towards me.

I wanted to answer him, but the man in front of me is breathing fire. This cannot be the same Alexander I know because he would never be this loathful towards me. I try to run away from him, but he grabs my arm and drags me to the bed before he picks me up like a piece of feather and drops me on the bed. I whimper and move back away from him.

“Do you want to play hard to get, baby girl?” He asks, getting on the bed with his knees. His fingers trace from my temple, down to my chin. I am looking at him beneath the ceiling lights, so his face is dimmed, making his aura even darker.

“Alexander, let me go!” I cry out.

He is so scary and is not afraid to showcase his detestation for me.

“Even if you share the same last name as me, I will never recognise you. You are just a vain and shameless woman. Do you even go to school to be like that, or does it come naturally?”

His words are so hard to swallow. I am not too strong as I think I am to accept them. They are breaking me. It is not even because of my weakness, but because the words are coming from a man I am in love with.  

He leans down on me and swiftly kisses me, but not as gently as he was before. He is rough and unforgiving. Our teeth are gnawing against each other with no mercy. I cry when he bites my lower lip on purpose, but it does not even stop him. I cannot even push him off because his body is as strong as a wall built from a foundation.

I quickly think and use his method against him, and I bit his tongue. He groans, quickly pulling away, and I use the opportunity to escape. As I jump off the bed, I fall and just continue crawling my way to the walk-in closet and shut the door, and cry. I can taste blood in my mouth; I am just not sure if it belongs to me or him.

Everyone warned me against Alexander, but I still went ahead and did what suited me. Maybe Alexander is right; I have no shame and am stubborn. But, do I really deserve all of this? Do I deserve this treatment?

Let me collect myself and get out of here because I cannot stay here forever. I must somehow face the man out there. I stand up and wipe my tears away. I don’t want to cry anymore because it hurts me more as the man does not care about my tears.

What happened to Alexander? Because the Alexander I know would not let anything or anyone hurt me. He would protect me and ask me if I am okay, but that man is doing completely the opposite. Have I changed so much that he cannot remember so little about me?

After dressing into my pyjamas, I walk out of the room and face the beast. My heart is so heavy, but with all that, I decide to keep it in to avoid more conflict.

He is lying on the bed, side-looking at my movement. I turn down the lights and walk my way further until I get to the bed and sleep on my side, facing my back at him. The room is so quiet, but this silence is not pleasant. What is he thinking about? Is he sorry for what he did to me? I feel humiliated, and I am asking myself if he intentionally went this far to hurt me.

After a while, I hear him softly snoring. He must have fallen asleep just now, so I turn quietly to face him. I cannot help but reach out my hand to his face and gently caress it. He is a completely different man when he is sleeping. This is the only time he never looks at me with disgust on his face. I wish he could be this way even when he wakes up tomorrow. I wish… I wish he could dream about me and remember my existence. Maybe if he does, it will ease the loath he holds for me.

Remember me, Alex.

***

ALEXANDER

Hearing her faint cries in the closet aggravates me even more than I already am. She bit my lip to bleed, so who is she to be the one crying? Damn, this girl is a big problem in my life that I never needed. She has achieved ruining me and tarnishing my name, yet she is crying. She has no right to even do so. Why does she have to take everything?

I have been living a quiet life until she came. I should be the one crying, but I have not shed a tear from day one. Tell me, is that even fair?

Sigh.

I was lying on the bed, facing up the ceiling, but just as I get up, the door of the closet opens, and Olivia steps out, fully dressed in her pyjamas. She turns off the lights and as she walks up to the bed, the moon irradiates her like a spotlight.

None of us are daring to say anything to each other, but I think it is best because a lot has already happened in just a few minutes.

She gets on the bed and faces the other side, sleeping or at least pretending to be. I sigh and lay back on my pillow before I close my eyes to sleep. The silence is deafening; I cannot wait for morning to come so that I can leave. I am only here because I couldn’t stand watching my grandmother standing in front of my car, begging me not to go, plus the guards would not even open the gate for me, even after I threatened them. They are very loyal to my grandmother.

Gosh, it is even hard to fall asleep here. Can it be morning already? I am worried about Nichole. Is she warm, did she have enough to eat tonight? Is she stressing that I am not there with her? I cannot stop worrying about her; should I call her?

Sigh.

It is late and she is probably sleeping. I will make sure to contact her as soon as morning comes, but for now, I will have to bear my sleep here. Argh, I am so annoyed!

Yawn!

I am so exhausted. Let me just sleep.