Trapped In Contract Marriage

Chapter 6

Dragging me into the room, he slammed the wooden door shut. His face had been so serene during the wedding, but now he was filled with rage, so much that it seemed like he could devour me whole.

“You’re not allowed to get out of this room.” He loosened his tie, cranking the AC to freezing, and the temperature plummeted to 16 degrees. The chilly air was sneaking inside my torn outfit. He comfortably settled himself on the sofa, rested his head against it, and closed his eyes. I was getting Goosebumps; it was already quite cold outside, and the room had become as chilly as the Swiss Alps.

"What do you want to do?" My legs were shaking uncontrollably. A wicked grin had crept onto his face.

"What I wanted has happened, and what you wanted too. You're out of jail now. Wasn't this what you desired?" His voice quivered, the same tremor I had sensed from him back in the jail that day.

“The charges against me haven't been dropped yet. My pilot licence is still suspended. What I wanted has not happened yet.” I spoke, he opened his eyes and pulled the drawer beside him. Taking out the contract from it, he threw it in my face.

“Read this f*****g contract.” He smirked.

I picked it up and read it again. “Party B will get party A out of prison in exchange for marriage.” He read it out loud. I ground my teeth, I was trapped. I clenched my fist, I was getting very angry; all the terms were morphed where my benefit was nowhere to be seen.

"You bloody..." I crumbled the contract and stormed out of the room.

“What the f**k are you doing?” He rose up from the sofa and stopped me. “

"Do not attempt to escape from this marriage, the person who can get you out of jail can also put you inside forever." He gripped my chin forcefully, his eyes that had appeared quite alluring to me just moments ago turned razor-sharp, so sharp that they could slice through anyone.

“Ahh” I screamed, as he forcefully grabbed my chin, his eyes now exuding a dangerously thrilling intensity.

"One more thing. Don't you ever think of this damn marriage as the real deal? Not even accidentally. I've married you to screw up your life big time. Don't even dream of love from me." He grinned. His eyes were darker. He appeared to be a kind of psychopath and self-absorbed person who didn’t even have morals or ethics. I took his hands away from my face.

“I will never consider this marriage for real. I will fall for anyone else but not you.” I specified him. I really never liked an arrogant person like him.

“What? What did you say?” His nose crinkled, he didn’t believe what I said. He went ahead to hold my hand, but before he could hold it I took him away with a disgusting face. I didn’t let him touch myself and that was a sharp stab in his ego. His ego was shattered into pieces at that time.

“Do you think I will fall for someone like you? I will never love a person like you. I will never fall for you. At a wedding ceremony, you said that you wouldn't want to touch me with your lips, but I would never want you to touch me even with your hands.” I stepped away from him.

Upon hearing this, his face was dull, as if someone had slapped him across the face. Perhaps he was very proud that I was begging for his kiss. His expression turned icy and he started leaving the room.

“Can you tell me the reason?” As I asked, his steps halted but he didn’t turn to me. “Why did you marry me in the first place if you hate me this much?” I was still wondering if I had seen him somewhere before, but no, I had a sharp memory and I clearly remember I had never seen such a crazy man in my entire life. Then he faced me with an evil smirk on his face.

“To make you suffer. To make your life hell.” He focuses on those two words, suffering and hell.

"And don't even f*****g dare to step out of this room. Sit your ass down in that corner and let those tears flow as much as you damn well please."

He shoved me hard and I tumbled onto the bed. Slamming the door of the room shut, he made his way out. Tears welled up in my eyes, confusion swirling within me. In my desperate bid to escape jail, I had ended up in a contract marriage with a person whose sole purpose is to turn my life into a damn living hell.

I turned the air conditioning off, allowing the room's warmth to slowly envelop me. I settled onto the edge of the bed, my fingers unconsciously tracing the intricate pattern of the duvet. This is what I have done in the past twenty days. Just stayed within four walls and just overthink.

I swept my eyes across the big suite. I guessed this could be one of the most luxurious rooms in the world, with every possible facility imaginable. I had always dreamed of a room like that, but even this room didn't provide me with the comfort and solace I was looking for.

He asked me not to step out of the room, so my eyes searched for a book to read. I began wandering around the room, observing the various items placed here and there. On the table, there was a picture of a devilish figure with a mischievous smile. I picked up the photograph in my hands, fascinated by the hidden details behind that smile. It seemed like a much larger demon was creeping behind that grin, and perhaps no one had noticed it before.

While gazing at the photograph closely, I noticed a hidden image behind the main picture. Carefully, I opened the photo frame and removed the hidden picture behind George's picture. It turned out to be a portrait of a beautiful girl. Maybe she was George's sister, though I couldn't be sure. Why would she keep this photo hidden behind his picture? The secrets within this man's heart were a mystery.

I left the photo as it was and opened a drawer, finding several medicines stored inside. I wondered if this room belonged to George's parents. I glanced at the wardrobe, noticing that it contained his clothes.

Other than his name, I didn't know anything else about him, but I had learned enough to realize he wasn't an ordinary man. Among the guests who were greeting him at the wedding, almost all of them appeared on the television screen.

The owner of an airline company, a famous footballer whom I was a huge fan of. He was also there at the wedding. Who is this person and what does he want from me? Perhaps by returning it to him, he would let me flee. My mind was racing. Despite the warnings, I ventured out of my room.

Obviously, he wouldn't kill me. I stared at the wound in my finger. I have tolerated more painful wounds than this one, it's not a big deal for me.

As soon as I stepped outside, I felt a lot better. The sight of the waves approaching the beach captivated me. The moonlight's reflection shimmered on the water's surface, making it glow. The cool sand touched my feet, sending a tingling sensation up my spine. I felt wonderful; with each breath, a different breeze brushed against me.

I forget everything, the crash, the jail and this contract marriage with the ruthless man. I walked through the corner of the waves exploring the beautiful glowing beach. No wonder this was one of the most expensive properties of France.

“You’re not joining us in Hawaii. Your marriage has changed you." Those words hit my ears like a blast, mixed in with the laughter and the rowdiness of some folks raising hell. And what did I spot when I looked ahead? George, lounging amidst a bunch of barely dressed chicks, and they were practically throwing themselves at him. George had this smug grin plastered on his face, lapping up all the attention.

“Elle, I have several meetings ahead. You guys carry on.”

This f*****g sight was like a punch to my gut, stirring up some twisted feelings. Here it was, our wedding night. I hadn't deluded myself into thinking George would treat this contract crap like the real deal, but this was at least marriage, a commitment. I really wanted to take this ring off and throw it into the sea right now. But it was only going to hurt me if I did it.