Chapter # 4

‘Look where the desire to have you left me in my life..? I just wanted you, Denzel. And you were the only person who left me,’

After eradicating his name from my heart and cruising his life for what he had done to me, I went back. 

It was crushing me, it was weighing too much on me. 

I wasn't mentally prepared to become a wife, not Kyle’s. 

It was never on my list and all of it was heavy for me but I was left with no choice. He had left me and whoever it would be now won’t make a difference.

“Sorry, I am back,” I called, coming back to where he was waiting for me in his Rolce Royce, leaning against it while trying to convince my mother.

“I promise I will be good- Done? Let’s go now,” 

Flashing his fake smile, he opened the door for me. I glared at him and turned back to Mother who gave me a pitiful look.

What could it do? Nothing. 

“I want to see my father first,” I demanded seriously, getting in the car while he was setting my dress and grinned.

“We are going there anyways,” 

I rolled my eyes and accidentally found him in the middle, far away but somehow my eyes managed to catch his attention.

When our eyes met, an unbearably strange yet throbbing sensations traveled to my core, I couldn’t understand but it was hard to cope with.

“Denzel,” 

Still after cursing him, I mouthed inaudibly his name before leaving.

‘Was everything a lie? Why did you protect me when you couldn’t call me yours? Who was I to you?’

Staring outside, I thought painfully. I wanted to scream but couldn’t as suffocation had restricted me from doing so. 

After we left, all that remained was a scar. And it was hurting, badly, ‘very’ badly. 

‘I wish you could have told me what made you do this,’

Releasing a tear, It was pointless to ask a question he couldn’t answer. Amid this pain and feeling of betrayal, I noticed Kyle.

He was smiling widely, staring intensely at me with a never ending smile for having- stealing what he wanted- like always.

“Why are you bothering to act now?” I muttered, twirling my fingers around my dress, becoming anxious by the way he shifted closer.

“I am not acting. I truly want you.” He murmured, taking my hands and kissing my knuckles, disturbing my whole functioning.

Stop it. Just, stop it.

“But, I don’t. Not anymore after everything you have done to me, Kyle,” I hissed, yanking my hand away from his unwanted ones.

“Please, Eliana, don’t do this. I love you,” He told me in a warning tone.

Closing my eyes, I didn’t have the strength to continue anymore so I merely hummed in response and left for my new home, with my husband after meeting my father.

“This is it, Eliana. Your new life. Just you and your husband.”

I spoke to myself, staring at my reflection, at the beautifully embellished room with a frown. My wedding night, a moment to create and start a memorable bond.

‘You have no idea I wanted you to give your body, your soul, your emotions up to me, Eliana,’ 

Still you rejected me after saying those words, Denzel.

“No, no, what the hell am I thinking? Snap out of it.” 

My body shivered when I remembered ‘his’ touched on me, freezing my steps, scaring me to wonder how Kyle would react. I couldn’t possibly tell him.

“What should I do now?” I cursed under my breath, throwing the veil away and taking deep breaths.

Placing my hands over the ledge, I gulped hard until the creaking sound of the door came, indicating he had come to claim the prize he won in this charade of power.

His money, his power, everything won against us.

Swallowing hard, I didn’t dare to turn until his large hand gripped my shoulder and nibbled on my ear. 

“Finally,” 

Humming seductively, he froze my whole being, leading his lips down to my neck as I stood still, motionless when his hands snaked around my waist.

“What? Not going to stop me? I am going to kiss your neck now,” He mumbled, placing his chin on my shoulder to tease me.

Acting all lovey after forcing me.

“You are my husband. No matter how unfavorable or what depraved method you have used to marry me,” I spoke coldly, glancing over my shoulder.

“Hey, hey, don’t say this now. I am sorry.”

He chuckled, digging his hand on my waist to warn me to watch my words unless I wanted to provoke his beastly side.

“Sorry for what? For giving my father a heart attack. For forcing me into this marriage? Or for hurting me?” I whispered vaguely, nibbling my bottom lip anxiously. 

“You know I didn’t mean to hurt you in any way, neither physically nor emotionally,” He sighed, pressing out lower bodies, embracing me tightly from behind.

To show that he owned me now and won’t let anyone or anyone interfere between us.

“Let’s place this behind us and become one. I will love you like always, come back to me, baby,” He whispered temptingly, leading his hand to my back, unzipping my dress.

A deadly sensation went to my core, knowing he won’t settle until consummating and won’t listen to my excuse either so giving up to fate, I looked down.

“Do you see another option before me?”

Unwillingly, painfully, heartbroken, after being rejected by him, I gave up and chuckled with a helpless tear rolling down.

“Good,”

***

The next day, bearing an aching pain in my body due to last night’s event. We were married, I couldn’t avoid him forever, he won’t let it anyways.

How cold it felt… how unwanted it was.

And carrying that weight, I started my life as his wife with a dead heart. 

After taking a shower, I wore an expensive dress, putting on makeup to enhance my features until he also woke up and pulled me to his chest.

“Morning, beautiful,”

“Hmm. Come down. I am starving, let’s have breakfast.” I replied, applying my lipstick.

He leaned down to kiss but placing my hand in the middle, I got back, “Lipstick, not smudge proof.” 

Using a dead tone, I went down, not preferring unasked intimacy and got down. He didn’t think much thankfully and came down.

We were having breakfast, I lost my appetite. 

Twirling my fork around my food, I was staring into nothingness until I saw Kyle giving me a questionable look.

I muttered, forcing a bite down, “What happened?”

“Nothing, I just… didn’t know you weren’t a virgin. When did that happen?” He chuckled nervously. I knew he would ask.

What should I tell him? 

“It was... Just a sin, an immoral act. I was drunk. It.. made a mistake,” I lied immediately, swallowing hard in dread.

He mustn’t know about it.

“Who is your first? I am genuinely curious,” He smirked, knowing I wasn’t much involved with boys. 

My heart skipped a beat, it was painful mentioning the most beautiful moment I shared with Denzel and calling it wrong, hiding it.

“I told you I was drunk. I don’t remember. It was a mistake, after our breakup,”

It felt like two soulmates met and now… calling it a mistake.

“Oh okay, I thought you were going to say you did it to take revenge on me,” He chuckled but I glared at him.

“Can we not talk about it?” 

To my glare he chuckled, pinching my cheek, enunciating the harsh fate I was thrown into. 

“Okay, we are married anyways. No one can come between us anymore. We are going to be together. Just you and me,” 

Laughing, he got up and walked away as I remained still. My lips started to tremble. It was hard to accept this reality. 

Cascading my eyes to my empty hands, I was only left with questions.

‘When you called me your mate then how could you let me marry another man, Denzel? Wasn’t I more important than your girlfriend?’

Just why did you do this?