Stringed by Hate

Scarlett

I was feeling sore in my folds. Betrayed on my heart. And shameful on my body. Maybe I wasn't beautiful enough that he wanted to fuck me. He must have left last night to fuck someone else after playing with me. Maybe my curves were so full for him or my boobs really big. The thoughts were frustrating my mind as soon as I woke up from the bed. But I was stunned.
Like really stunned.
Because.
There was a fully made breakfast by my side with a note on it, "You were a devastating child while sleeping. Try not to kick me more or I will ...
Whip your pussy."
I laughed hard but then I realised he slept all night here. With me. By my side. This made me feel good but he still hates me. He doesn't consider me his wife.
Also there were three packages by the side.
'Tuck me in body'
'Tuck me in feet'
'Tuck me in neck'
'Be ready by 7.'

I picked up my phone and called at his number. "Hi", I said.
"Yeah?"
"I got your note. Thank you."
"You are my wife for this world. So I can't take you out in a dizzy attire." His voice was cold and he wasn't the person I just met last night.
I started sobbing silently.
"Ok." That was all I could manage to say.
"Don't get late Aphrodite, or my satin is going to be sore again for tomorrow."
And he hang up the call.
What the fuck was that. I was so tired to fight him so I didn't called him back. He wants me at 8 so I will be ready at 8.

I passed my whole day having shower and styling my hair. In the package, was a black velvet cocktail dress with the beautiful drop shoulder sleeves and the trail behind me was the definition of stars in feet. It fitted me perfectly and I imagined how Sebastian managed to know my perfect size. Of course he can. He has people for everything. The other package was having silver shiny heels which fitted like glass shoe to cinderella. And the last package blown my mind. There were two beautiful diamond pieces. One was a sleek diamond necklace hugging my neck like his arms and the other one was a stack anklet on which Sebastian's initial was dangling. S. It was surprisingly so thoughtful. A note was attached to it.
'You are mine. Remember that.'

No. I am not his.
I was really so pissed but looking at myself in the mirror was like being touched by the moon.