I Rather Be Dead Than Yours
1153 Words
Piper
I followed Martina as she led me to what would be my room. When she opened the door to let me in, my eyes opened wide at the beauty and size of it. It looked elegant.
The bed was big, and the vanity in the corner had caught my eye right away. A small living chair in front of a fireplace was inviting. Maybe I could read my books there every night.
There was a stack of books on the table next to it, and a big bookshelf behind it, full of romantic novels. They have always been my favorite. I wondered if Luciano knew it, and did this all for me.
A small smile appeared on my face, but I was just as quick to make it disappear. I was still in a nightmare and I wanted to wake up.
There was no way I would like this man, even though he was handsome and his body made me crave for him. He was still dangerous, and I didn't trust him.
“There are some comfortable gowns in the closet, I’ll get the bath ready for you so you can relax. It must have been a long and exhausting day for you," Martina said, heading to the bathroom to turn the water on. I sat on the bed, waiting for her to finish.
I kept looking around and hugged myself, wondering why this was happening to me. I didn't ask for it; I didn't want this. Did my brother hate me that much? What have I ever done to him?
“The bath is ready for you, Mrs. Antonetti. What would you like me to do with your wedding dress?" She asked, pulling me out of my thoughts as she was helping me take it off. Hearing her call me that name made my chest ache.
“Please, don't call me that. I may be married to your boss, but I would never accept to take his name. And as for the dress, just toss it or burn it. I really don't care. The less I have to remember about this day, the better.”
I walked into the bathroom and locked the door before I let myself into the bathtub and took a nice, warm bath to relax. I closed my eyes and drifted off to a light sleep.
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I have spent quite a long time in the bathtub. When I got out of it, my fingers were wrinkled. I walked to my room, and Martina had brought me dinner. It smelled and looked good, but I had lost my appetite. I was too upset to eat, and all I wanted was to sleep.
As I was getting ready to go to bed, a soft knock on my door caught my attention. I opened it and there he was, my annoyingly handsome husband. He walked by me into my room like he would walk into his own.
“What are you doing here?” I asked him, folding my arms on my chest. I would stand my ground and I wanted to let him know I didn't want to see him.
“I believe this is my house and I can go wherever I want. Besides, you are my wife, so I can come visit you anytime," he replied with a smirk on his face.
It was infuriating how controlling he wanted to be. But that smile quickly turned me on. Of course, I would not show him that. It would be giving myself away, and that would not happen.
“What happened to giving me privacy and space?” I asked, annoyed.
“Well sweetheart, I just came to say goodnight, and I had to give you this,” he said, pulling out a black box from his suit pocket.
It had a wedding ring inside and it was a beautiful silver ring with a black diamond in the middle, surrounded by other smaller diamonds.
“I'm not wearing that ring," I said, challenging him.
He took the ring out of the box and grabbed my hand. I tried to take it out of his hold, but he was stronger. He put the ring on my finger before kissing my knuckles, tenderly as he looked at me with lust in his eyes.
Something moved inside me, not sure what it was, but his kiss was warm and soft. His lips looked like they could ravage me at any moment, but I pulled myself out of my thoughts right away.
He let go of my hand and moved closer to me.
“You'll wear this because you're my wife now. Whether you like it or not, you're mine."
“I rather be dead than to be yours,” at these words, he grabbed my face, and without notice, his lips were on mine.
I tried to get away from him, but he wouldn't let me, and I had to admit, his lips felt good. But I would not give in and I bit him hard, getting a groan of pain out of him.
He let me go, giving me a light push away from him. I had a small, victorious smile but I turned around, not letting him see me.
He touched his lips and thankfully they were not bleeding. I was sure if they were, I would be in trouble. Anger clearly showed on my face right away while he looked at me and let out a laugh.
“You're feisty, I got to give you that. But not for long, beautiful,” he said, walking out of my room. As soon as he closed the door, I let out a scream of frustration and couldn't help but sob while I tossed myself on my bed. I hated his guts. He ruined me.
'Why would my brother do this to me? What's really in it for him? And what reason does this man have to marry me?' I thought to myself. I needed answers, and they would have to give them to me, eventually.
While I laid there, I wondered how long would this last. I hoped not forever, and all I wanted was for this nightmare to be over. I was not sure for how much longer would I be able to stand this.
I took my phone out and called my brother, but there was no answer. My own brother had betrayed me, and he had broken my trust. I always looked up to him and I always loved him.
I didn’t even know this man, but I have heard he was the most dangerous man in the city. I was afraid for my life and I didn't want to become a victim. In my mind, I was not sure if he would hurt me, take me by force or even kill me eventually.
“Please, help me God. Help me out of this. I don't want to be here, I want to leave this place,” I murmured, hoping God heard my prayers.
I finally put my head on the pillow and I closed my eyes, hoping to be able to sleep. Tomorrow might be a brand new day.
I also hope this nightmare didn’t last longer than it should.
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