1. Prologue

BRAKK BRAKK BRAKK!

"Julian! Please open the door!" I shouted as I continued to bang on the door as hard as possible. My whole body felt like I'd been hit with a sledgehammer, my hands already turning blue from doing this every time he locked me in the room. With my clothes clinging to my body, I was still trying to escape him.

I tried to escape several times, but he could always find me and locked me back in this room. I don't care about how I look; the nightdress has been torn in several parts, leaving my shoulders and chest exposed and my body shaking with chills, but I ignore it all. "Julian, let me out! Please ..."

"Julian! Open the—"

Check!

Someone entered after turning the key. Julian looked at me with a different gaze than a few hours ago. I didn't dare to look at the man's face any longer, not wanting to imagine what he would do to me. Even though those eyes seemed so calm, it would still be hard for me to shake the impression that he was the craziest man I'd ever met.

I turned my head toward the window, looking at the sky with its orange hues. Night would soon fall, and this man... what would he do to me?

"What happened to you, Zanina? Why are your clothes—" He didn't continue his sentence.

I could only swallow a sob when I heard the stupid question from Julian's mouth. Whenever he came closer, I would step back, trying to grab anything to defend myself. After all, what he had done to me was too horrible to forget.

"Zane, what happened to you? Who have done this to you?" How could this man ask after what he had done to me since I first set foot in this house?

I didn't answer and just stood there with my body still shaking violently. My hand held up a vase, threatening Julian not to come closer for the umpteenth time.

Although Julian, who came at night, was always gentle with me, the softer he was in the evening, the more brutal he would be the following day.

"Stay away! Don't come any closer!" I, with a face that must have been smeared with dried tears, hands shaking, still tried to stand up to distance myself from the man in front of me. "I'll jump if you dare to take a step forward."

"Zane... It's me."

"You or anyone else, I don't fucking care! Still, you're Julian, my fucking devilish husband. You're going to make love to me every night, then the next day make a fool of me!" I shouted, starting to feel my facial muscles tighten and eyebrows raise in alarm.

Since noon, I had been begging Julian to open the door, but it never happened unless night had fallen. Even then, he didn't come to set me free but to take something from me. Julian, with that other character, visited me only for gratification.

And that's precisely what he did to me. Foolishly, I did not resist but willingly allowed him to fuck me and fulfill his desire.

The man, originally a handsome figure with copper-colored hair and captivating hazel eyes, would change back into his standard form when he successfully released all his seed in my womb. I had proven that what I had seen at The Emirates was no dream. I had indeed made love to a mythological creature that even some people considered a rare disease.

Who believes in stories about werewolves? I don't either. However, when the man I was set up with was a freak with two personalities and could turn into a wolf at night after making love to me, I was forced to believe in that made-up story.

The worst thing of all, though, wasn't when I found my husband to be cruel during the day and so affectionate and longing at night, but when his family kidnapped me, brought me here, and forced me to marry him.

A few hours ago, Julian came to the room to see me, not for sex. I know how he is during the day. He would ask me to smear his girlfriend's body with spice oil, or the craziest thing was for me to watch him fuck the woman. From start to finish. Then afterward, I could only vomit up all the food I had eaten during the day—which not much of it.

Don't ask me if the explicit scene didn't arouse me; of course, it was. But what could I do?

"Zanina! Do it in front of us!" Julian commanded, like a king to a servant. I was getting sick of what had happened since I married him. If what he was doing was a fetish, this was the most vicious fetish I had ever known.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I asked. Why was he asking me to do a solo scene before him? Was his whore not able to satisfy him? Or was this just to torture me?

"Are you stupid?!" he snapped. "Satisfy yourself! Do it in front of me!"

I shook my head. Reluctantly, of course. Had Julian lost his mind to tell me to do that?

"Hurry up and do it! I want to see it."

"No, Julian. Please ... please. You won't be interested in seeing me doing that. Sh-she's more interesting, right? Go ahead. I'll watch the scene to the end without looking away. I promise."

Julian, who I felt had not yet reached the peak of pleasure with his girlfriend, stopped the game and approached me. He pulled my hair, looked at me in a way that made my hair stand on end, and softly whispered in my ear.

"Do it, or you will know the consequences!"

No! I must be having a nightmare. It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to touch me for the rest of the day; I'm willing. Because I'm sure, every night he'll become a different person. However, for this one, there's no way I can do it.

"Julian, please. Don't ask me to do this."

"Do it!"

God, please take my life right now...

I reluctantly took off all my clothes and did as Julian instructed. However, my hand stopped because I couldn't continue. How could I satisfy myself in front of others? Seriously!

He couldn't wait, then grabbed me once again. This time, it was more potent and made me almost fall over.

"Ah, let me go, Julian! It's hurts!"

"I won't let you go until I see you completely cum!"

My tears began to flood unbidden. Is it you who set me up with this demon, Dad? Why? Why are you doing this to me? Is there no better man for me than this man?

I continued what I had paused before. I was doing as Julian asked, from start to finish, and reaching the top. Unfortunately, it is not satisfaction that I feel at this moment but shame and humiliation. I will genuinely hate this man for the rest of my life.

***

"Clean my body well, don't let any dirt remain!" Julian ordered this time, after he had spent all his energy on giving pleasure to another woman, then asked me to join him in the bathroom to clean his entire body.

I didn't respond but started to do as he asked. Unfortunately, before long, Julian grabbed my hand and pushed me away from him. He stood at a towering height, right before me, with a crooked smile.

"Kneel!" Julian commanded, which made me round my eyes. "Didn't you hear!? Kneel! Now!"

With my body shaking and hands still clutching the scrubber, I was forced to obey Julian's orders. I wasn't ready for another round of harm. The shame and pain all over my body still hadn't healed. Must there be another torture from him?

If anyone asks if I was tortured, of course I was. However, I had no power to fight back and didn't know who to turn to for help.

I knelt, as he ordered, and didn't have the guts to look up. I'm afraid I'll regret what I did. Julian could be ready for another madness. Dealing with a man like Julian would only traumatize me beyond measure.

"Show me your attitude and responsibility as a wife!" he ordered.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I finally raised my face.

"You are my wife. Do your duty as the wife of Julian Levion," he repeated.

"What should I do?"

"Don't play dumb! You know what I want. Do as you always do every night!" Julian said, which made me even more clueless.

He asked for the same thing he always gets at night. Didn't I hear it wrong?

I still cringed even though his orders were quite clear. That, of course, angered Julian, who then violently pulled my hand, forcing me to stand up, and with one pull, my clothes, which were already messy, were now torn and lying on the floor.

I tried to cover my body, which was half-full with bruises and blueness, but once again, Julian pulled my arm so it was no longer in front of my chest.

He then pushed me to the couch in the room, moved to erode the distance, and was now on top of my naked body. It was only then that I realized something different was unfolding before my eyes. I was stunned; my eyes widened as the question buzzed in my head.

I couldn't stay silent and accept the indecent things Julian often did to me. Especially now, I know one thing that makes me unable to believe what is in front of me.

"Wh-who are you?"

"So you forgot who I am? Are you enjoying your sweet dreams at night, hm? Is that why you're so bold, taking me for a storm during the day?" Julian grinned viciously, scanning my naked body, which seemed to be starting to ignite passion in him. "Now I'll show you how delicious that mix of sweet dreams and nightmares or storms and rainbows come together. Don't say you forgot your husband's name, darling... scream it out loud, or you'll have nightmares for the rest of your life!"

I cringe and surrender as Julian completes his lust for me. My head was too crowded with questions to notice the striking difference in the man.

The man who is now enjoying my body... might not be Julian.