Chapter 7

Anna’s POV

After that dramatic supper, my husband Josiah and I sat side by side in the car. I sat quietly while he drove us back home. My phone beeped. Reluctantly, I reached into my handbag in the back seat to retrieve it.

"No!" I yelled, startling him in the process. He asked what had happened, abruptly stopping the car. I quietly placed the phone on his face.

Just one week after marrying his youngest daughter off to a man she doesn't love, my father ran away to my aunt's house in Buffalo this morning. He had the opportunity to reflect on his previous life decisions while he was there, and it appeared that there was no way out. So, he committed suicide and begged for Angel not to be informed.

''How could he stoop so low? What kind of guilt is he fighting to the grave when he doesn't even want his own daughter to attend his funeral? And can I keep this hidden from my own sister?" I thought out loud.

"You can, and you will!" Josiah said, confiscating my phone.

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Angel’s POV

The return ride to our home was quiet. As soon as we got in the car, I stopped holding hands with him and didn't even look him in the eye.

The car stopped. I walked out ahead of him, but he was able to close the distance. After opening the door and letting me in, he aggressively closed it behind me. I was still stunned as he shoved me up against it.

He wrapped his hand cautiously around my waist before leaning in to kiss my neck.

“Sorry for earlier,” he murmured quietly in my ear. The excessive depth of his voice enthralled me. I pressed my legs together, and took a big gulp.

“Uh,” I muttered under my breath, in agreement with his apology for venting on me.

He then proceeded to kiss me on my cheek, and bite my earflap while stroking my cheek with his moustache.

“But I can't have sex with you!” he hissed into my ear, and twice spanked my butt.

“What the fuck?” I yelled, clenching my teeth together.

My pissed reaction didn't mean anything to him. He grinned, then fixed his suit and walked away from me. His footsteps could be heard as he went up the stairs, and shutting the door behind him.

I was in an embarrassing position; my hands still held up against the door and my head tilted to one side.

‘So he’s just going to arouse me every time and leave me unattended?’ I pondered in my head.

I’d thought it would be a different case, now that it's only us in the house. But no, he just isn't attracted to me.

I sighed and dragged myself upstairs, holding my heels in my hands.

I swallowed hard before opening the door of our bedroom, wondering how I was going to sleep beside him.

But wait, there are a million rooms in the house, I could always use another one; the thought clicked just when I was about to close the door behind me.

I quickly turned to make my way back, but he’d already seen me.

“Do you want to hop in the shower with me?” He offered, looking delicious with his towel wrapped to his pubes.

His pelvic bones were out in the open, and I figured it was another attempt to woo me, except I wasn't going to fall for it this time.

“No, I'll take one in the room I'm going to sleep in,” I said. It was the first time I ever went against him since we got married.

He was stunned.

“You can't, you're my wife and you share my bed, that's it!” He denounced strongly, but I was having none of it.

I folded my hands together, “I'm going! There's no use sharing the bed with you, as husband and wife, when you're not even going to…fuck me.” I looked away as I concluded.

Never before had I thought I'd be wailing to a man about 'it.'

My mind and my thoughts were contradicting. I knew I didn't love him to have sex with him, but it's the thought of him not wanting to lay me that worked me up.

Wasn't I hot enough for his liking? Why did he marry me if he knew he couldn't get intimate with me?

The abnormality of my marriage was growing hour after hour, and it was starting to haunt me. As if being married for payment reasons wasn't enough!

Ace just stared at me, no expression could be read from his pale face. His eyes went from my head to my toes, then back up.

“You want me to fuck you, my little wife?” he asked softly. The kind of soft that led me to believe he’ll be coming for me shortly, except he wasn't.

Words were just stuck in my throat, unable to come out.

“I mean, not now,” I shrugged my shoulders up and down as I spoke, “But, you know, you could just sh…”

“Show interest?” Ace interrupted.

“Yes!” I agreed strongly. I didn't even think twice before saying that out loud.

He stared at me for a few seconds, before humming and walking to the bathroom.

‘What’s going on in his mind?’ I pondered to myself.

“Why did you marry me if you're never going to be interested in me anyway?”

I screamed at the top of my lungs as he disappeared into the bathroom, throwing my hands in the air.

All I want is for him to treat me and make me feel like a woman, not the robot he was intending to turn me into.

Despite his warning, I left and spent the night in another room.

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Ace’s POV

My wife has been chuntering about sex, and I think she's just throwing tantrums. I don't see myself making love to her, ever! This isn't that kind of alliance.

She's here because she's a form of payment, and the only reason she's even getting to title of wife is so I can ease my guilt.

It's her father who owes us, who owes me, but she's, with her innocent self, unfortunately going to be the one paying. Her crime is being her father's daughter, more especially in this lifetime.

However, she's started asking too many questions, and it's only a matter of time before she starts putting her nose everywhere. I can't overlook the fact that she isn't entirely naive, and I picked that on the first day.

I pick up my phone and check if her location is still turned on, and it's showing she's in the guest room downstairs. I turned it on while she was asleep during our first night together. I can't risk trusting her to just be a dutiful and obedient wife who aids in my one true mission, which is to make her father pay.

“Sex she says, huh!” I mumble to my reflection in the mirror, then hop in the shower.