WIFE FOR A PURPOSE.

Chapter: 5

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The massive gates swung open, and Kaidën's sleek car glided through the entrance, making its way up the winding driveway to the grand mansion he shared with his brother and ‘wife’. The sprawling estate loomed ahead, a proof of the family's vast wealth. Kaidën pulled into the garage, where a collection of exotic cars gleamed in the dim light. He stepped out of the vehicle, his movements fluid and confident. With a swift motion, he opened the trunk and retrieved a large, black duffel bag, slinging it effortlessly over his shoulder.

He should have returned home the previous night, but the opportunity to spend a night with the man he had yearned for years had been too great to resist. As he entered the mansion, a slender, blonde woman rushed to greet him, her elegant dress and sparkling diamonds a stark contrast to Kaidën's casual all black outfit.

Her face lit up with a warm smile as she attempted to envelop Kaidën in a hug. However, he gently deflected her affection, his eyes scanning the grand living room before he turned to make his way to his study.

"I've prepared your breakfast," She called out, her voice tinged with a hint of hurt. Kaidën's gaze flickered toward her, his expression fleeting before he continued on his path ignoring her once again.

Unbothered, she hastened to follow him, her heels clicking on the marble floor as she trailed behind Kaidën. "Did you hear what I said?" She called out, her voice breaking apart with frustration this time, as she chased after Kaidën. It's always been the same with this man.

"Yes, I heard," he replied, his tone detached and uninterested. "But I've already had breakfast."

Her expression turned fiery, her eyes blazing with anger. "Why do you always treat me with such disdain?" she demanded, her voice rising. "Ever since I became your wife, you've kept me at arm's length, refusing to let me touch you or even get close to you… we haven't even consummated our marriage yet!”

Kaidën continued to ignore her, but her words cut deep. To the woman, she felt she had never been more than a convenient arrangement to him, a means to secure his family's interests. These thoughts often fueled her anger, and she would find herself chasing after him again and again, her small fists pounding against his broad back.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she demanded, her voice breaking in anguish. “What wrong have I committed to warrant such cruelty from you?" With each impassioned word, she struck him, her fists flying in a flurry of impotent rage. Kaidën's expression remained impassive, his eyes glinting with a mixture of annoyance and tiredness.

Her blows landed with a soft thudding sound, barely registering on Kaidën's radar. His patience, however, was wearing thin, stretched to its limits by her relentless barrage of questions and accusations. The air buzzed with her fury, heavy with the weight of unspoken secrets and unresolved emotions. Kaidën's calm demeanor belied a growing storm, one that threatened to unleash its fury upon the fragile, tempestuous woman before him.

"Answer me, Kaidën!" she implored, her voice shattering the air like fragile glass, the desperation and anguish within it echoing through every word.

Kaidën's patience finally snapped, and he spun around, grasping both her wrists in one hand. His eyes blazed with a warning, his voice low and menacing. "Enough, Em-Sofia."

For a moment, their gazes locked, the air thick with tension. Her eyes welled up with tears, her voice cracking. "You were going to call me Emily again, weren't you?" she accused, her words laced with pain. "She's the one you love, the one you're obsessed with. Am I just a trophy wife to you, a mere convenience?" Her gaze held Kaidën's, her eyes searching for answers, but his expression remained stern, his eyes cold and unyielding.

Kaidën's eyes narrowed, he's had enough of this familiar cycle of anguish and accusation. Every encounter with the woman ended in the same frustrating deadlock, as if she was forever grasping for a truth that hovered just beyond her reach. Kaidën had no idea what method of manipulations were used on the girl before he eventually found her, but he couldn't deny the fact that he was getting tired of this never ending circle.

He had attempted to pierce the veil of her misconceptions countless times, but his words fell on deaf ears, lost in the turbulent sea of her emotions. The weight of her stubborn refusal to listen was beginning to tell, and Kaidën felt the strain of his own frustration. There was only one way to bring an end to this exhausting dance of theirs.

"Get some rest, Sofia," he said, his voice low and even, as he released his grip on her wrists. The words were a gentle command, a deliberate attempt to calm the stormy waters of her emotions, but he knew she wouldn't back down, they've been through this many times before.

Sofia refused and instead she planted herself in front of him, blocking his path to the study. "Tell me!" she cried, her eyes wild with desperation.

Kaidën's expression remained firm as he once again went through their usual circle for the millionth times. "Do you recall how old you were when Father bought you at the auction?" he asked, his voice detached.

Sofia's frown deepened. "I was fourteen,” she deadpanned. “Why do you always ask me this?!”

Kaidën's gaze locked onto hers. "You would have been sold to someone else if I hadn't claimed you as mine, and insisted father bought you. I protected you from those who would have harmed you. I married you as soon as you came of age to ensure your safety." His voice took on a tone of finality. "You're now a grown woman, and I've settled all the debts that were held over your head. You're free, Sofia. But you need to understand your place in my life. I'll release you from our arrangement as soon as you accept this reality and return to your senses."

Sofia's face contorted with another round of rage, and she began to yell and strike him once more. Kaidën's expression remained steady as he once again restrained her, his movements swift and precise. Without her knowledge, he administered a sedative, and soon her struggles began to subside.

As her eyelids drooped, Kaidën whispered into her ear, "Sleep, Emily." Sofia's body went limp in his arms, and he transferred her to the waiting caregiver who discreetly escorted her away.

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Finally alone in his study, Kaidën dropped the duffel bag onto the table and slumped into his chair, facing a large board adorned with pinned photographs. The images depicted various individuals, including men, women, and children, with two particular photos catching his attention: Emily and Sofia. However, it was the large, central photo of Asher that truly held his gaze.

A subtle smile spread across Kaidën's face as he leaned back into his chair, his eyes drifting shut. Memories of the previous night flooded his mind, and he began to relive the experience. His hand slipped into his pants, his fingers wrapping around his cock as he indulged in the recollection of Asher's naked form, his moans and groans echoing in Kaidën's ears.

The mere thought of Asher's body, his piercing green eyes, and his captivating features was enough to stir Kaidën's lusts all over again. His breathing deepened, and his hand moved in rhythm with his thoughts, as if trying to recreate the experience of the previous night. As Kaidën's thoughts lingered on Asher, his breathing deepened, and his body began to relax. His eyes remained closed, his mind consumed by the memories of their lovemaking. The way Asher had pushed that monstruous cock inside him, and fucked him so hard, his legs shock. The man may appear defeated, clueless, and a hint of innocence, but under the sheets, he was a complete maniac.

The way he had restrained his hands above his head as he rammed into him, bending him in ways Kaidën didn't even know he could twist his body into.

“Fuck,” he breathed as he pumped his cock faster, the memories washing over him, he could practically see Asher standing before him, naked and that cock of his pointed forward, mocking him. “Shit…” he bit into his lower lip, his body going rigid the more the tension in his body built, his muscles tightening as he recalled the sensation of Asher's lips against his. His hand moved in a slow, rhythmic motion, his fingers tracing the contours of his own cock.

Kaidën's face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and concentration, his lips parting slightly as he exhaled. The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, the silence punctuated only by the sound of his own ragged breathing, and desperate moans. Suddenly, Kaidën's body stiffened, his muscles locking in place. A low, husky groan escaped his lips as he spilled his seeds all over himself, and his eyes snapped open, his gaze unfocused. For a moment, he seemed suspended in time, his body frozen in a state of intense release.

As the tension slowly ebbed from his body, Kaidën's eyes drifted shut once more. His chest heaved with exertion, his breathing slow and labored. A sense of languid satisfaction washed over him, his body sated, his mind still reeling from the memories of Asher. A knock at the door interrupted Kaidën's reverie, prompting him to rise from his chair. He stepped briefly into the bathroom to clean up, before returning to the study.

Elis had taken his place in the chair, his eyes narrowing as Kaidën reentered the room. "Where were you?" Elis demanded, his tone firm.

Kaidën ignored the question, his movements fluid as he walked over to the sidebar. He retrieved a bottle of his favorite liquor and two glasses, pouring generous amounts into each. Elis watched him, Kaidên's expression unreadable, as he capped the bottle and downed the first glass in one swift motion.

With the second glass in hand, Kaidën strode over to a large curtain by the book shelf, pulling it aside to reveal a hidden board. He snatched a marker from the nearby tray and drew a bold X across the face of a man in one of the photographs. A smaller X marked the next image. Kaidën sipped his drink, his eyes glinting with satisfaction, before turning to face Elis.

"Is he ready for me?" Kaidën asked, pointing the marker to the picture with the smaller X, his tone nonchalant, as if Elis's earlier question had never been posed.

Elis's frown deepened, his eyes flashing with annoyance. He reached forward, pulling his briefcase onto his lap, and opened it with a crisp snap.