TWO

Jane

My head is throbbing from all the crying last night. It is unreal. Everything about this, my life, this marriage. Is unreal. Last night I woke up praying it was all a dream, but I woke up to a realty. I feel lost like I do not know what to do, where to go. I am stuck right here, drowning in my sorrows. I cannot even breathe.

My dream was to always get married to an amazing man, who loves me for me. Someone that I love. Someone that will make me happy, but here I am, in the worst situation, with a man that hates my guts.

I wipe away the tears that were starting to form in my eyes. I stood up from the floor and scanned the room. It was a little smaller than Prince room. Prince! The thought of him made my body shiver. I have met many awful men, but none like him. He is a monster in clean clothes.

I undressed and went to the bathroom. After taking a quick shower I made my way downstairs.

Upon reaching the living room, I saw Prince seated around the table with a huge coffee cup in his hand and his phone in the other.

“Good morning,” I say in a soft tone. He looks up at me, then back at his phone. “Ummm … I’m sorry for waking up so late. What would you like for breakfast?” He slammed his phone on the table and make his way to my side. I could feel the anger in each of his steps towards me. When he got to my side, he stops and points his index finger in my face.

“Listen to me, Cheiska… “ less.

“It’s Cheska,” I say correcting him.

That made him even more upset.

“You’ll do as I say, whore. As a matter of fact,” he kicked off his shoes, sat on the sofa, and tilted his head backward. “Give me a foot massage” I step backward reluctantly. “Shall I go for the contract, and reread those terms for you, my beautiful wife. Do you forget signing to show me the uttermost respect? And doing as I say? Shall I contact your mom?” I shake my head.

“No, don’t call her. Please” I made my way to his side, knelt down, and started giving his feet a massage. I feel disgusted.

“Rub my toes, servant” an evil grin spread across his face as my hands moved to his toes. It’s not like I can do anything about it. He’s my husband after all. It’s not like I could cut his throat and get away with it. I would be the first suspect. Maybe I should start watching ‘how to get away with murder’. I shake my head at the evil thought.I feel so stupid doing this. I’ve always read about arranged marriages, but I never saw myself in that position. Ever!

After I finished massaging his dirty feet, I made my way to the kitchen, where Hannah was. “Mrs. Crivelli, I’m sorry. I had no idea you were awake. I’ll prepare something for you”

“No, I’m okay. I’m here to help with the cleaning”

“No ma’am. Mr. Crivelli would be mad if he found out you were help-‘

“There’s no need to be formal. Just call me Cheska. And you don’t have to pretend like you have no idea, that Prince hates me. It’s okay. I’m here to assist you”

“Bu-“

“Please.” After debating with her a while longer she agreed, and I started helping her. Although I tried getting her to release some information about Prince she was as private as a detective. Each time I brought him up she would tell me there’s nothing she can say without his permission. His entire life is private, and he is so stuck up that he doesn’t even do interviews.

After I finished cleaning, I headed back to my room and lock myself in. I dive in bed and pick up my phone for the first time since a week. I had around one hundred missed calls and fifty text messages. To, from people I haven’t spoken to since high school and some from persons who never even held a conversation with me. I guess they heard I got married to a billionaire so now everyone remembers me. I scoff. How did they even get my number?

As I lay there, I started thinking. How can I survive here for the rest of my life? It’s not like I am able to work. I’m practically a stay at home wife. I don’t even know anyone in the area. I’m so used to living with my brother, that I feel empty without him. Maybe if I step outside, I will be bombarded by the paparazzi, and I hate those people. I can’t beat the crap outta them since I wouldn’t want them taking out a lawsuit on me. I have never felt more lost in my entire life. I just wish the ground would open and swallow me in.

Maybe one day I will be able to break free from this marriage.

Get this contract terminated. Somehow. I have heard of many instances where contracts get terminated. Maybe I will be this lucky. After I have gotten what I need out of this marriage. I feel like a fart to be thinking like that.

Prince has the nerve to call me a gold digger, like this marriage, is not as beneficial to him, as it is to me. He married me for the sake of his stupid reputation. At least that is what his mother says. He is so two-faced. I do not know what women see in him, other than his panty-dropping face and his sexy voice. Not to mention his money. That is it. He has the worst personality ever! Just yesterday we got married, and today I am thinking of ways to kill him. But that is too soon. I should probably wait for a month. If I can wait so long.

I can get my mother is rejoicing right now. I wish I could say she is an amazing woman. A great mom. But I would be lying.

But in some way, I guess I must thank her for making this happen. Because if I did not get married to Prince… It takes a deep breath as that thought crossed my mind. I immediately dismissed it.Sometimes you make choices and even though they are fucked up, people will never understand why you make them.

Axel

I have never been more embarrassed in my life. Now I must be seen in public with her. Her face alone is a nightmare. Models are my type. Not low lives. Not gold diggers. I am going to have to hire the best makeup artists to fix her ugly broke look. Just imagining myself walking with her, makes my stomach sick. I can imagine the media dragging me for stooping so low. To make things even worse. I will have to defend her, to show how much I ‘love’ her.

I switch off my phone in order to ignore each call from my friends. I can imagine the way they will taunt me when they see me with her. I have never hated someone as much as I hate this woman. God, the evil thoughts that run through my mind. I feel like kill- I grip the sofa and lean forward. I sign over my entire life to this woman, and all because of what?! One mistake. One mistake that my mother used to blackmail me to marry her. I despise Marriages. I never saw myself committing to one person, yet here I am. Miserable! They just had to find some desperate woman who was willing to marry me for money. But she can never please me. Her innocent looks and talks are things I am used to. She is going to have to try way harder, to get me to fall into her traps. I laugh to myself. She is such a whore. I cannot believe she was ready to sleep with me, a stranger, right after we stepped into this house.

Marriages are for stupid, ignorant people that have the audacity to even believe it will work. I swore, even made bets never to put myself in this situation. Yet here I am. Everyone thinks I am in love with this mongrel. But little do they know.

Little does she know what I have planned for her. She will regret the day she signed that contract.