Chapter 4

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He simply left her by herself on the chilly floor after sating his lust, or perhaps you could call his rage. Her piercing pain reverberated throughout the house. He just immediately walked towards his luxurious room, not even bothering to look back at where she had curled herself into a ball.

Entering his room, he opened a bottle of expensive beer and gulped down its contents in one go. The bitterness of the alcohol failed to wash away the memories that rushed into his mind like an uninvited storm. "How dare she let him hold her hand," his inner self seethed.

Clutching the bottle tightly in his palm, his knuckles turned white under the pressure. The room, filled with the heavy silence of his brooding. No matter how painful the punishment he had inflicted, it couldn't calm the storm of emotions raging inside him.

Next morning,

As the haze of the night lifted, she found herself in the same position, lying in a state of semi-consciousness. Despite the disheveled surroundings, there was a strange sense of relief – at least her body didn't ache as much now. It was enough for the situation she found herself in.

Her eyes fell on the watch, and its hands pointed precisely at 6:00 in the morning. She had to make breakfast, it didn’t matter of she ate or not, but he should have.

Standing in front of the mirror, she mouthed the extremely disgusting word "slut" as if trying to wash away the residual shame that clung to her reflection still after so many years it stings as tears started to gather at the corner of her eyes.

As she reached for the vitamin pill, she paused for a second, realizing that even this daily dose wasn't going to provide you the strength she so urgently needed right now. She swallowed the vitamin pill. Her conscience was strained by the unpleasant encounter from yesterday and the necessity for a contraceptive pill weighed heavily on her conscience. 

After a deep sigh, she threw herself into her morning routine. She prepared a breakfast– avocado toast, waffles, and a comforting vegetable soup. The aroma filled the kitchen, creating an illusion of warmth that belied the cold reality of the morning. She hadn't eaten for the last 15 to 16 hours, and the weight of the night seemed to suppress any appetite.

Stefano awoke abruptly as the alarm clock blared, signaling the dawn of a new day. The digital display read 8:00 in the morning, and he swiftly made his way towards the dining table. Dressed in a sleek black tuxedo, one hand nonchalantly shoved into his pocket, and the other scrolling through his mobile screen, he exuded an air of casual elegance.

As he settled into his seat at the dining table, a genuine surprise flickered across his face. She had already prepared his breakfast, a spread that greeted him with unexpected readiness. The aroma of the meticulously crafted dishes filled the air, and Stefano couldn't help but be impressed.

She retreated back to the kitchen to clean the utensils; he started eating his breakfast while eyeing her from the behind. Returning to the dining table, she took her seat, however, as she took a cautious sip of the hot vegetable soup, an unexpected burning sensation engulfed her lips. The searing heat caught her off guard, causing her to hiss in pain. She immediately covers her mouth with one hand and her eyes turned glossy from the unexpected discomfort.

Stefano still vividly recalls how he bit her lip brutally while giving her an intense fuck. He slammed the door behind him as he left the house after finishing his meal. Emily lets her tears fall as she shut her eyes. She sprung from her seat and ran to the car, where he was waiting. After all, they appear to be an ideal pair to the outside world, inside she was simply his personal slut.

Emily  stepped out of the sleek, polished car, her façade of a perfect life carefully maintained.  Her husband, Stefano, followed suit, a charming smile etched across his face as they made their way to the entrance of the office.

As he firmly grasped her waist, she winced imperceptibly, the grip more possessive than affectionate. Stefano’s eyes sparkled with a veneer of playfulness, but she could sense the underlying demand in his words. "Start acting like my whore wife," he whispered into her ear, the command hanging in the air like a heavy mist.

These words were no strangers to her; they had become a haunting refrain in the symphony of their marriage. Each time he uttered them, it sent a shiver down her spine, a stark reminder of the facade she was forced to maintain.

Emily had long perfected the art of playing the role of the perfect wife, smiling for the cameras, attending social events hand in hand with Stefano, and never letting the cracks show in the carefully constructed facade.

Yet, behind closed doors, the reality was far from perfect. The once vibrant and independent and cheerful woman had become a mere shadow of herself, lost in the game of this loveless marriage. She dared not let others glimpse the turmoil that raged beneath the surface, for she knew the consequences would be dire.

Firstly, Emily was aware that Stefano, her husband, would never tolerate any kind of unpleasant situation caused by her. The mere thought of causing any unpleasant situation or tarnishing their impeccable image sent shivers down her spine. The fear of his anger, his disappointment was something she never wanted to witness.

Secondly, Emily like a puppet, nodded in agreement to whatever role Stefano scripted for her. Stefano has her mother her one and only family. She played the part of the dutiful wife with unwavering precision. So she just nodded. Each nod was a silent submission, a sacrifice of her own desires and dreams.

As Stefano and Emily glided through the opulent hall, the atmosphere seemed to bend to their presence. The entire staff, dressed in immaculate uniforms, bowed to them. The two passed through the hall. The entire staff member bowed them while smiling and she also responded with a smile but Stefano had serious face.

He was the man whose towering arrogance and self-obsession created an aura of invincibility around him. He think himself at the top, looking down upon everyone as if they were mere pawns in the grand chessboard of his life. 

Stefano genuinely cared for, there were individuals who held a special place in his heart. These were the people he loved and respected, and for them, he was willing to go to great lengths. his love and respect were reserved for only few and there were few people he hates and in that list his wife Emily was on the top.