Chapter 7 The Wedding Bells

3rd Person's POV:-

Before she could reply him, his cell phone went off. He cursed under his breath and moved away from her.

"I am coming." He growled out and cut the call, without hearing the response of other person on the line.

"I will see you in the morning." He said and left the room.

She released a sigh of relief and moved towards her bedside table and took some painkiller.

Maybe he'll stop this craziness once he learns the truth.

And if he does not? Her subconscious questioned.

She didn't have any answer to that.

I hope that my parents have started searching for me. It was the last thought on her mind before drifting into a dreamless sleep.

She did not see him for the next eight days and she was thankful to God for this. She started spending her whole day in reading the novels (present on the shelves to kill the time and take her mind off her problems) or gazing out of the window.

Every time she would see a bird flying freely in the sky she would wish herself to be in that bird's place. But she knew all too well that she could not be that lucky.

It was evening when someone knocked at the door and on getting permission from her, a maid came inside her room. During her stay here Olivia had started craving human contact.

The maids or nurses who had the duty of bring food, changing her bandages and tending to her necessities never spoke much out of fear. They spoke only when it was absolutely necessary. Olivia remembered that when she pressed some maid for answers the maid started crying. The poor maid was that much scared of breaking the rules.

"Mam master Archer has asked for you to be present at the dinner." The maid said, looking down.

"Archer? Is he back?" Her heart thundered in her chest.

Did you really think that he is going to leave you alone? Her subconscious mocked at her.

"Yes mam." The maid affirmed.

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When Olivia came to the dining hall. She saw Archer sitting there.

He knew that she was coming towards the dining table but he did not look upwards.

Olivia was about to sit down on her seat when he looked up.

"This is not how you should be greeting your future husband." He said, looking straight in her eyes. His dark voice sent the chills down her spine.

Her mouth gaped open and her throat dried off.

Husband?

When she did not speak anything and kept looking at him, he smirked.

"Come here and give me a kiss." He commanded, fixing Olivia with his eyes, daring her to say no to him.

She knew it was useless to argue with him so she moved towards him and gave him a peck on his cheek.

"You know well I didn't ask for a peck on my fu***** cheek." He snarled at her.

"This i-is inappropriate." She explained.

"How the fu** is it inappropriate?" He hissed.

His chair grated as he got to his feet, towering over her. His eyes were blazing with the barely restrained fury.

"We are not married." She looked away.

He shut his eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of his nose.

How much of a nun you are... that I'm going to find out on our wedding night! He thought to himself.

He sat down and drank the whole glass of water in one go, trying to calm his nerves. She on the other hand stood beside her chair, fidgeting with her hands.

"Sit down and start eating." He rasped out.

Without wasting a single second she sat down and started nibbling on her food as she did not want to make him anymore angry.

"We are not married so I can't touch you. Right?" He asked, his demeanour calm.

When he saw her nodding hesitantly he continued. "You know well that I don't give a f*** about all these values and ethics. But guess what Olivia for you I will make a sacrifice."

She knew that he would not do something only for her. There was some hidden motive. Something which would be thrilling for his sadistic self.

"How does getting married to each other sounds to you?"

"Getting m-married?" Her eyes widened with fear and her heart leaped like a wild stag in her throat.

"Yes." He affirmed.

"We can't take de__decisions like this in hurry. We need to think well before..." She tried her best to explain him.

An icy panic started to creep up her extremities and into her chest.

"There is nothing to think about it...unless you have already decided to be my whore instead of my wife."

His voice had a dark edge to it and his green eyes were flashing with a dark promise.

"If you are happy with the latter decision than you have to serve my men as well." His statement had the tears of helplessness pricking her eyes. And she felt the bile rising up in her throat.

How could a man who loved her so much utter these harsh words without any care? The tears streaked down her face.

She looked away and inhaled a deep breath. By the look on her face he got to know that she was defeated; that she was not going to argue anymore.

She wanted to look in his eyes and tell him that he could not force her to marry him.

She had the very right of deciding whom she wanted to marry. But she knew that she could not.

She did not have any stamina in her to bear anymore physical pain inflicted by him. She was drained; emotionally as well as physically.

"Answer me." He commanded.

"I_I will m_marry you." She stuttered out but did not bother looking at him.

"I know there are a lot of manners which I have to teach you as you are unaware of them." He stated but she still did not look towards him.

Boiling with furry, he gritted his teeth and gripped her jaw with his hand and forced her to look at him. A panicked expression flittered across her beautiful features on remembering the incident of car.

"Look at me when you are talking to me if you don't want me to hurt you. The quicker you learn this rule the lesser you get hurt." His voice was harsh, his green eyes flashing with anger.

"Sorry." She whispered out. By the tone of his voice and his stern expressions she knew well not to say anything which will rile him up further.

He nodded and left her jaw, motioning her to continue eating.

She picked up the fork with her shaky hands. But she no longer had any appetite.

When Archer saw that Olivia was not eating anymore, anger swelled in his guts and he shot to his feet, slamming his fist on the table, making her jump in her seat.

The cutlery clattered, dishes clashed and few drops of soups and gravies fell out of the bowls.

"The f*** is wrong with you?" He barked, glaring at her without blinking. A cold shaft of fear assailed her, so powerful that she sank down in her chair.

"Uh...I-I..." She could not form a coherent sentence. The fear had paralyzed the muscles of her mouth.

"You better start eating if you don't want me to hurt you." He grated out. His eyes were stormy.

She hurriedly picked up her fork and started stuffing her mouth whilst sniffing.