chapter 5

Samantha and Eliot arrived back at the mansion when it was getting dark. The two had stayed quiet all through the long ride, and Samantha couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her stranger husband's mind. The fact that her dad already knew him made her worry less, but still, he should at least say something.

Not a word till they entered the mansion.

Carmen had been quick to receive them and tried as much to hide the horror on her face when she saw Samantha's body all bruised up.

" Next time I won't be the one to save you," She heard Eliot say before he had taken long strides up the stairs. Samantha swallowed hard as she stared at his departing figure. She should be glad, he had saved her from her step mother, but his coldness was something that sent shivers down her spine.

" My lady, please have a bath while I prepare your dinner," Carmen said respectfully.

Samantha only nodded as she went in to her room.

Her body arched all over, the warm water and bathing soap bit painfully through her bruised skin. She winced in pain but she had to clean herself, who knows when her husband might decide to go into her.

Samantha had almost drifted into sleep when Carmen knocked on to her door. She held a tray of food in her hand. She placed them on the board before helping her to the seat.

" You should eat up, sir Eliot is busy in his study and won't have dinner yet," She heard her say in the most convincing voice, maybe Eliot wasn't busy at all, maybe he didn't care that she was in such pain, but since she is his wife, he had to entertain her.

Samantha only nodded before she tried the hot vegetable soup. Her mouth tasted bitter that she couldn't eat.

Samantha went back to bed, though her wounds hadn't healed up, she had better get some more rest.

Along the hallway stood Eliot who watched as Carmen returned with the food untouched.

" Sir, the mistress seemed to be in so much pain, she wasn't able to eat," Carmen said.

Eliot creased his brow before he entered into his study. He tried to concentrate on the few reports lying on his desk but he couldn't. He cursed loudly before he decided to make that call he had been avoiding so much.

He picked up a bottle of wine to drown all that had clogged his mind.

A knock came in before a man holding a briefcase walked in.

" This better be important Eliot, you know my night shift just began," Matt said.

" Don't give me that Matt, just check up on her," Eliot said as he sipped from his glass.

" Sure, it would be my pleasure knowing the mysterious Mrs Dantes, apart from Reeda, no one could ever tame you" Matt said with a smirk and walked out, not ready to witness his outburst of anger.

Carmen waited outside and led her Samantha's room.

Matt glanced up at her and wondered what could have happened to her, was Eliot truly cruel to her, making her pay for Reeda's betrayal. Even so, he injected sleeping drug into her before he began dressing her wounds. An hour later he was heading out.

" How's she?" Eliots cold voice sounded from his study.

Matt halted in his steps before he replied,

" You shouldn't take out your anger on her, you know that?" Matt didn't wait for Eliot's response and walked off.

Eliot's gaze was cold as he watched Matt disappear down the hallway. He wanted to get back into his study but his legs had led him to Samantha's room. His hand hang mid air, he had wanted to knock on it.

Gently he pushed the door in and peeped inside. A frail figure lay on the bed curdled up. He walked in stealthily before staring down at his little wife.

He didn't love her, she wasn't the woman after his heart, but what would he do when he already married her. Maybe she isn't any different from all the women he knew, all after his wealth and the pleasure he would give.

His heart was conflicted, feeling an ounce of pain for her. She must have suffered a lot,but for him, having such wealth meant that he needed an equally strong woman, and being bullied by her own family, that was something he wouldn't entertain. His women took care of themselves. Eliot strode out of the room and headed for his room.

Eliot picked up his mobile to check up the time, five minutes to midnight. He slid it back to his pockets when he felt a buzz notifying him of an email.

Quickly he tapped it opened.

And there it was, Reeda and Adrian pleasuring themselves on the elevator still in her wedding gown.

Several veins popped out of Eliot's face before he had thrown the phone to the wall shuttering into pieces. He fumed in anger, ready to squeeze the life out of those two. It seemed everyone had forgotten who he truly was.

At the same time, at a huge mansion in the outskirts of the city, Camille forced herself to stay away.

Boris had kept her locked up since their marriage, and just today he had let her out, though with a lot of guards roaming about. She couldn't escape even if she wanted to.

A woman probably in her thirties had led her to a room to clean up before helping her get dress in a transparent night gown. The material was so thin that you could see everything through the dress, her nipples hardened due to the fear that hadn't escaped her mind. Her body that was way too perfect to be savaged by such a disgusting old man was all displayed for him.

She sat on the bed with her head supported to her knees as she waited, hopeful that Boris won't return. But her prayer was cut short when the door to the room was pushed opened and Boris walked in.

His face had brightened up as he salivated at the woman before him. She was so beautiful, dresses more like a slut, the way he liked his women.

" Be a good wife today my dear, you have to let your husband enjoy his conjugal rights. I think I've given you enough time to think it through. And my last warning, don't try anything stupid with me, else this would be your last day alive," Boris said as his voice rose dangerously.

He could still see the disgust in her eyes and this angered him more. To think that he had spent millions just on her yet he hadn't touched her.

Quickly Boris rid himself of his shirt remaining only with his white vest. His protruding belly was more evident as his trousers dropped to his knees.

Just by looking at him Camille felt her stomach churned, ready to throw up everything she had eaten and it couldn't get worse than that when he touched her.

Camille resolved that she wouldn't let her fate be sealed. She stared at him dangerously as he took his step forward till he climbed the bed.

" Just be a good girl and I'll pleasure you as much as you want. You'll see that it's not hard at all, and after that, you can get to enjoy all my wealth dear. So come to me my dear wife," Boris said and extended his arm to her.

Camille stayed still even as his hands rested on her shoulder. She glanced down to her feet, her body already vibrating with anger. She let him touch a lock of her hair before he had moved closer to her. He gently raised her head to kiss her, but Camille spat on his face before moving backwards till she had jumped out of the bed.

The first thing that came into her mind was to escape. She ran to the door to open it but it was locked.

With her back against the door, she stared in fright at Boris who had a menacing look on his face. He snarled his lips as he wiped off his face.

" You are so stupid, aren't you. You don't like it when I go easy on," Boris said before he had raised his hand in the air ready to slap her. Camille blocked it expertly. With her rage to the brim, she had to fight him and so she pushed him hard, but he was almost like an immovable stone, heavy.

" I gave you one last chance...." Boris said as he grabbed Camille by her hair before knocking her head senselessly on the wall. Her head felt hot, as though it was going to explode from the pain.

Camille cried out for help, but her pleas died down in the room as Boris senselessly hit her.

" No more....I won't allow you to hurt me...." Camille said as her eyes landed on the glass jar that lay on the dressing table.