Chapter Four

As nightfall approached, I anxiously fiddled with my dress, waiting for Marc to enter the room as he had promised. Earlier, there had been a heated argument among his wives, with Jade, the third wife, who claimed that she was told she would be the last. Blair, on the other hand, couldn't bear the thought of sharing her husband with another woman more beautiful than her and demanded that I be kicked out. Rona simply insisted that Marc sends me packing without offering a reason. As a maid led me to the bedroom, I already knew that my time here would not be easy. Never in my twenty years of existence did I imagine that I would end up marrying a man with three wives and becoming the fourth.

Alpha must have known about this situation beforehand, yet he still allowed me to be given to Marc. My hatred for my father grew stronger with each passing second. Suddenly, the door swung open, interrupting my thoughts. Marc entered the room with an air of majesty, and I sat up, unsure of what would happen next. Nervousness consumed me, and I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze.

Taking a seat beside me, Marc gently caressed my cheek and apologized for keeping me waiting. He explained that his wives could be troublesome at times, but once I got to know them, I would realize that they were good people. However, I didn't see them that way, and my lips remained tightly sealed.

"Are you feeling anxious?" Marc asked.

Wasn't it obvious enough? I may not have been fully knowledgeable about sex, but I understood that I had to undress and the idea of a man seeing me naked made me incredibly embarrassed.

"Can we just skip this part?" I looked into his eyes for the first time that night.

Marc burst into laughter, indicating that it was impossible to skip, "no, my dear, it cannot be skipped. Why else do you think I married you? It was solely because I heard you were a virgin. I have been eagerly waiting for this. You know how much I paid for your hand, there is no escaping it."

"Will it hurt?" I asked as he unbuttoned my shirt.

"Just a little at the beginning, but after that, you won't feel any more pain. I'll be gentle since it's your first time," he promised. His words brought me relief, and I allowed him to do as he pleased.

I woke up to a sharp pain between my legs, memories from the previous night flooded my mind, and I blushed like a tomato. I finally understood why others fought to be in his bed. Last night was different from what I had anticipated, and Marc had indeed been gentle with me, as he promised. I couldn't wait to experience it again.

To my disappointment, he was nowhere to be found. The space next to me was cold, indicating that he had gotten up earlier. I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to freshen up. The closet was filled with various clothes, and I chose a black mini dress that I thought suited me and put it on.

Yesterday, I noticed that all of his wives were dressed provocatively, which made me think that they were competing for his attention. Surprisingly, I found myself wanting to be a part of that competition.

After quickly checking my reflection in the mirror, I decided that I looked good and went downstairs to find something to eat. As soon as I stepped out of the room, a delicious smell filled the air, making my mouth water. I followed the scent to the kitchen.

"Hey, Harlow, isn't it?" Blair was standing at the counter, frying some eggs. "Do you want some?" she asked.

I didn't respond, and she laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not going to poison you. Even though I hate that you're prettier than me, I'd rather be friends than enemies."

She seemed genuine, and I was about to respond when someone roughly pushed me from behind. Rona strutted into the kitchen with a smug look on her face, treating me like a worthless rag.

"I thought we agreed not to accept her," she said to Blair.

"When have we ever been on the same side?" Blair fired back. "Besides, my husband said she's here to stay and told us to take care of her. Who are you to go against his word?"

"It's surprising to hear this from you," Jade said from behind. She looked at me, made a disgusted noise, and continued walking, stopping a few steps away from Blair.

"Do you not recall the outburst you had when he brought me home? I heard from Rona that you nearly poisoned her on her wedding night. Why have you suddenly decided to change, or is there something you're keeping from us?"

Upon learning about Blair's attempt to poison Rona, I immediately became suspicious of her. The idea that she could be pretending crossed my mind. It would be wise for me to be cautious and not trust anyone in this household.

Blair did not show any surprise, instead, she laughed. "I almost poisoned Rona because I felt insulted. I couldn't understand why my husband would suddenly marry someone as unattractive as her. It was a slap on my face, my peers mocked me."

"Excuse me?" Rona snapped, but Blair continued speaking.

"And as for you, Jade, I never approved of you because I could tell from the moment I saw you that you lacked manners. Turns out, I was right. Just because we share the same man, you think we are equals?"

"Yes, sharing the same dick does make us equals. I don't care if you're the first wife, and there's nothing you can do about it," Jade retorted.

Blair turned off the stove and glared at Jade. "I dare you to repeat what you just said." She took threatening steps towards her. Jade opened her mouth to respond, but Rona intervened by grabbing Blair's ponytail and slamming her head against the sink.

"How dare you call me ugly?" Rona roared. In response, Blair pulled Rona's hair, and a fight broke out between them. Jade turned to me with a wicked grin and without warning, slapped me.