His Unwanted Bride ~Editing~

Chapter Six: Alexios

    Our parents had left the room, closing it behind them. The room was soundproof and I was glad for it. I wasn't sure that I wanted anyone else to hear my conversation with my soon-to-be fiance. 

     I looked at her, Tabitha. She wore a dress that was sapphire blue with black boxes on it. They were the colors from our family Crest, and I admit they suit her well. Her hair was curled and pinned slightly back so it was half up and half down. Her eyes were a pale blue. Her skin was fair, except for a dark purple bite mark peeking out from the makeup she had used to cover it.

     "That looks fresh," I spoke sarcastically. Her face, full of fear reached up and covered the mark with her hands. I took a bit of satisfaction in knowing that I had made her uncomfortable. She should be.

     "It's not what you think," she replied, struggling for words. Her face paled, and I almost felt sorry for her. I shook off the feeling, she was the one who had arrived at a meeting with her future fiance bearing the marks of another man. 

     "I know a bite mark when I see one Koukla. Do not think that just because I am working all the time that I am too dumb to recognize a bite mark when I see one," I replied angrily. She flinched, and I wasn't sure what to make of it.

      "It's really not like-" she started but I interrupted.

      "I do not want to know, I just know that whatever happens you must end it. My wife will not be touched by anyone but me," I growled. "With this agreement, you will be mine, and no one else's."

       "Now in this contract, it outlines that when we marry, you will be selling yourself to me for $10,000. I find it interesting that this is how little you value yourself, there are prostitutes who charge more for a night. But then again," I stopped and pointed at her bite mark as she flinched again. "During the time that we are married, you must produce a child, one that can be raised to take over the family name. Your sister may live with us, she can have her own room and I will help financially cover her needs. At the end of our third year of marriage, we can decide whether we wish to divorce or stay together. Do you understand?"

      "If we divorce, will I still see my child?" she asked worriedly.

      "What do you care? When my men looked into you, we had learned you had not one, but two abortions, clearly you don't care about being a mother," I spat at her. Her face twisted into one of pain. Good, killing an innocent child is unforgivable.

     "Listen to me," she said, tears falling from her cheeks. "You may think you know me, or understand my life, but you don't. You know nothing of my struggles or my pain, and I won't force them on you, but if you ever care to know the truth just ask. If I agree to this, you can do whatever you want to me, no harm will come to my sister or any child we may have together," she continued.

      "I don't need you to tell me anything. I've already learned everything I need to. You are a slut," I said pointing at her neck. "Who doesn't care that her actions affect others not even those of innocent children. Make no mistake I would never hurt a child, and I am not marrying you for love, I am marrying you to appease my dying mother," I growled.

     "I guess we are in agreement then," she replied sadly and picked up the pen to sign our contract.

     She looked pained to do so, but how could she be? She is the one who approached our family, not the other way around. Why sell yourself only to be so reluctant?

~*~ Author's Note ~*~

Heya, everyone!

What do you think so far? How do you think things will be moving forward with Tabitha and Alexios? Keep reading to find out!

~Clara

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