All Chapters of MARRYING A RUTHLESS MAN: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Cheska I laid there with the covers drawn to my neck staring at the ceiling, wishing I could sink between the sheets and disappear into thin air, but unfortunately my wish was not granted. Maybe God was punishing me for moaning so much last night, if that even made sense. Although I felt much pain, it still felt good. Is that a normal thing for my first time? I don't know! I sideyed Prince who was fast asleep. I felt relieved that he wasn't awake to see the awkward look on my face at this moment. I needed to figure out what type of face to put on since he saw and explored every inch of my body last night. I replayed the scene in my head, and it made me cringe. Did I even moan right? I rolled my eyes and sighed. I thought it would be all roses after sex, but instead, I wanted to disappear. I nervously watched the clock hoping he would sleep until midday, or maybe even until tomorrow. Does my pussy have that power? The power to put him to sleep for days? The swore feeling had me yearn

Cheska Andrew watches me as I sniffle, wiping a tear from my eye. I take a deep breath, still trying to calm myself down after what happened at the apartment. "I'm sorry," I say. "I shouldn't be doing this." But the tears just won't stop flowing. Prince words cut deep through my heart. I've never thought that he was only using me for revenge. It's like the person whom I used to know never exists. The one whom I love and loves me back. The one who always makes me feel contented and safe in his arms. I've never thought either that Drake would have done something so horrible to his best friend. I guess that I just have nowhere else to go now. I don't think that I can face either of them. Andrew seems to worry about me. He has stopped the carina secluded area of the street. "It's okay, Cheska," he says. "I don't know what your problem is. But you can just let it out. I'm here, if you need someone to talk to." I just look down, feeling ashamed of myself. This is the second time that o

Prince My mind keeps playing the scenes when Cheska cried, over and over again. I think that I’m going crazy – the shit inside me fucking hurts. It’s so much better to take a full physical blow than to feel something like this. It’s been torturing me for the past two weeks, but right now, it feels ten times worse when I’m not blinded by Drake’s and Gia’s betrayal anymore. Do you think that it didn’t hurt me when I had to ignore you, Cheska? Do you think that it didn’t fucking hurt when I just turned the other way while you hugged me to sleep from behind? I couldn’t even look at your face. My mind was filled with their betrayal, and one look at you would mess it up in an instant. Do you think that I didn’t miss your delicate touch, your warmth and your love for me? That night in the club, I was so lost because I missed you so fucking much -why the hell did Henry call you if it hadn’t been for me? I didn’t even realize it when another girl sat on my lap, and my stupid drunken brain ev

Cheska Morning has come. The clock on the wall indicates 7 AM. And I still haven’t got any sleep at all. How could I? With Andrew curling behind me, caging me. He’s now outside the room, probably taking a shower after locking the door so that I can’t go anywhere. I look around, hugging my knees on the bed. There’s no other way out besides the door. There’s no window where I can see sunlight coming through. This is like a prison, making me feel like I have a claustrophobic even though it’s never in my record. Andrew opens the door, making me startled. He’s only wearing shorts, a towel around his neck, his hair still wet. He glances at me, making me look down in fear before he reaches for his clothes inside the closet. The moment I look back up at him, he’s already dressed in a pair of jeans and a green polo shirt. My heart leaps as I’m hoping that he’ll be leaving soon. There must be something that I can do while he’s away. He grabs his backpack and slings it across his shoulder be

Prince Andrew ends up in the hospital. And I end up spending the night at the police station. That bastard is fucking lucky that I didn’t kill him, because before I could do so, three policemen came to stop me. I remember roaring like a mad person when they pulled me away from Andrew, who was already bleeding to death when the emergency response team from the hospital took him with the stretcher. My hands shaking, I look down and bury my face in them. What the hell am I doing here? I shouldn’t be here right now. I should be with her. Cheska. Cheska. Cheska. She’s the only thing in my mind now. I can’t imagine what she’s feeling at the moment. She must be scared, not knowing that to do. She must be broken. Hopeless. Alone. To settle the matters with the police, I’ve called my lawyer, whom I know from a friend I worked with for one of the influential companies I did my project with. He’s good, so I expect that the police can give me some dispensation once they find out that Andrew