Arranged Love

5- Liliana

Once I am finished with my hot and relaxing shower, I get myself ready for the day.

I put on some oversized sweatpants that are Greyson's, and a sports bra.

I sit in my room for a few minutes by myself, before I decide to wander the house. I'm going to be living here after all.

I walk out of my room and start walking down the hall when I hear shouting.

Me being the nosey person I am, I follow the voices.

I finally reach the door that is caging all of the voices in, I slightly crack it open to hear what everyone is yelling about.

I peek through just enough to see about 7 scary big men all sitting down around the room.

I feel very uncomfortable around them because the clothes I'm wearing aren't mine.

I continue to look around the room, thankfully no one has noticed me yet.

My eyes suddenly are met with his, Greysons.

He is sitting at his desk, staring daggers into my eyes.

I turn around to leave quickly, scared of him.

I start to rush away, until I hear my name being called. shit. He yells for me to come back.

I walk into the room with my head hanging low.

I feel so many eyes on me, more so my body. I wish I wore more clothing.

"What are you doing Liliana?" he asks me, sounding annoyed. I just shrug, still very uncomfortable with the other men.

"Use your words" he says, and I can tell he's getting impatient.

"I was bored, you can't expect me to sit in a room all day and not be bored" I say, regretting it. What if he hurts me for talking to him like that. Fuck. Thankfully he ignores it.

"What are you wearing?"

"I'm so sorry, I-I didn't want to walk around the house in my towel for my clothes, Im s-sorry"

He opens his mouth to say something, but I turn around not giving him a chance.

I walk out of the room before he can yell at me.

I walk back into my room when my eyes focus on a book on my dresser. Ugly love. I take the book to my bed and start reading it to pass my time. I have always loved reading, it's a way to escape the hard reality of life.

I'm about 2 chapters into the book, and Greyson storms through my room without knocking.

I could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears because of how mad he is.

"You fucking embarresed me in front of my clients! They think I cant even control my own fucking girl!"

My anger starts to build up from everything that has happened in the past, the arranged marriage, and how he is being a complete dick.

"I am not your fucking girl Gresyon" fuck, I lost it. Let's just say he did not take this well.

He starts walking angrily towards me. I start backing away from him, until my back hits a wall. He reaches me within 3 seconds.

He slams both of his hands to the sides of my head. I'm so scared, I feel the tears coming, begging to let me release them. But I push them back, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing me cry again.

"You're mine now, whether you like it or not!" he states, still shouting at me.

A tear rolls down my face, and I have completely given up on holding them back. His face softens as he sees it.

I turn my head away from him, still not wanting him to see me cry. He grabs my chin gently but with force, he makes me look at him and he wipes the tear off my cheek with his thumb.

"I'm so sorry, i'm sorry for yelling at you Lils" holy shit. Since when did he call me that, did he feel that sorry?

"I'm sorry, but you need to be disciplined, no one disrespects me, ever"

no no no no.

Fears start to make their way across my face, but a smirk grows across his. What the fuck. Why is he smirking? He's a sick bastard.

"Maybe you should have thought about disrespecting me beforehand love" love? Okay, something is definitely wrong with him.

He bends down and suddenly throws me over his shoulder whilst I let out a squeal.

He chuckles at the sound that I let out on accident.

He then places his hand on my ass to stop me from squirming around. This makes butterflies rush to my stomach. Unwanted butterflies might I add. Not from him at least.

He exits my room and begins walking down the hall, the opposite way from his office.

He walks until he reaches a door. He pulls out a key and unlocks it before walking inside with me still over his shoulder.

He reaches the middle of the room and places me down. The room is dark, with no lights, and there's nothing in here except for a chair in the corner. It's all cement walls with scratches and dried blood all over them.

He looks at my face and notices the tears that have now stained my cheeks. He flashes me an apologetic look, then walks to the door, too fast for me to catch up to him.

It closes and I start to pull it open, but he locks it too quickly.

I start screaming, kicking, and pounding on the door. Screaming for him to let me out, but I get no reply.

I immediately started to cry again feeling overwhelmed with memories of my father and how he would lock me in a closet when I disobeyed him.

After 20 minutes of crying and pounding on the door, my whole body is filled with cuts from slamming against the metal door, I slowly slide down to the ground against the door feeling so much physical and emotional pain.

I give up and cry myself to sleep.

How did I end up with such a horrible man.