Wedcuffed

Chapter 19

****WARNING****

Sarah P.O.V

As the car pulled up in front of the mansion, I quickly pulled my hand from Adrian's grasp and stepped out of the vehicle. My heart raced as I made my way toward my room, troubled and confused by Adrian's outburst. I couldn't understand why he was so furious. To me, hugging Justin was just an innocent gesture of friendship, but Adrian had twisted it into something much more sinister. Given Adrian's unpredictable mood swings, I decided it was best to avoid him until he calmed down.

I entered my room and was about to shut the door when Adrian forcefully pushed it open. He stormed toward me, grabbing my arm with a harsh grip.

"What were you thinking back there, dancing with Noah?" he bellowed. "Didn't I tell you to behave? You couldn't even manage that for a few hours. You're nothing but a whore!"

I flinched at his shouting, my eyes stinging with tears that I desperately tried to hold back. I had hoped our relationship, at least on a friendly level, was improving, but his words made it clear how he really felt.

"Well, at least I wasn't the one flirting with his ex," I retorted, trying to defend myself.

"Jessica is different. She's not like you. You're the one seeking attention from every rich man at the party. You purposely chose to wear that revealing dress to seduce men," he spat, his voice dripping with venom.

"You're nothing but a whore, Sarah. A fucking ugly S.L.U.T. No one wants you, and no one will ever love you," he sneered.

His words stung deeply, fueling my anger. Without thinking, I slapped him across the face. In a flash, he seized my neck and shoved me roughly against the wall. His eyes were filled with rage as he tore my dress apart, leaving me exposed in only my bra and thong.

Before I could react, he did something I never anticipated. He pulled out his phone and showed me a video of me and Justin from five years ago, a video that Chloe and Jessica had taken at a party. I was about to explain that the video was from a night when I had been drugged, but Adrian scrolled through more images of me and Justin in intimate positions. I was sure these were fabricated, as I had no memory of being involved with Justin in such a manner after that party.

"I was drugged that night by Jessica and Chloe. That video was taken without my consent," I tried to explain, my voice trembling.

"And those pictures with Justin are completely fake!" I continued, but before I could say more, Adrian slapped me harshly.

"Shut up, you whore! Don't you dare blame Jessica for your slutty behaviour now," he yelled.

"You need to listen to my explanation, Adrian. You can't judge me based on one side of the story," I said calmly, despite the rising panic within me. Standing so close, I felt incredibly self-conscious, especially in my exposed state. Thankfully, the room's dim light concealed the scars on my body.

Just as I was about to tell him everything, he grabbed my hair and yanked it painfully.

"You're nothing but a lying whore, Sarah. Since you enjoy fucking different men, let me give you the best fuck of your life," he whispered with a sinister smile. "Either you serve yourself willingly, or I'll take you forcefully, my dear wife."

With that, he threw me onto the bed and began stripping off his clothes. Realizing what was about to happen, I scrambled off the bed and fled toward the bathroom, the nearest escape. Adrian grabbed me by the waist, pulling me back and slapping me again. He had already removed all his clothes except for his boxers. I could see the mixture of lust and hatred in his eyes.