𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ♡︎

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉ℯ𝓇- 3

WARNING: Rape

Wednesday, 10.00am.

I hear my alarm clock repeating over and over again. I groan, hitting it with my hand quickly causing it to stop instantly.

I sigh in relief.

I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes. I look around the room before getting out of bed.

I come across a bag on the chair next to a wardrobe. And a note. I grab the note and read it.

'There's a few outfits in here for you. Fancy dresses for special occasions, underwear and bras, shorts and other things you need. Also lingerie if you get sexually frustrated, knock on my office door anytime darling.'

I roll my eyes at the note and take the back and look over everything.

I take the black lingerie out the bag and smirk.

It is the prettiest lingerie I've ever seen though.

I take a pair of jeans and a crop top into the bathroom and turn on the shower.

I slowly undress myself and get in the shower, feeling the warmth of the water hit my tanned body, I lean my head back letting the water splash over my chest and everywhere else.

I wash my hair, shave and dry myself. Then I get changed into my outfit.

I put my hair up in a ponytail, favourite hairstyle if you can't tell.

After I'm ready, I head downstairs hearing everyone talking together. But I think it's a private conversation.

"Why the fuck did you choose to marry her?" Carlos yells. I move closer, leaning my ear against the wall.

"Because I wanted to get back at her father. Nothing else!" Dante confirms.

my stomach twists for some odd reason.

I shrug it off and walk in like I didn't hear anything. They all become silent seeing my presence.

"Sofia, good morning." Carlos mumbles. I smile at everyone, sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Would you like some pancakes?" Dante asks. I look over at him noticing him filling out a contract. I nod my head yes. "Grab some fucking food then." He demands.

I glare at him before standing up looking down at him. "Stop talking to me like that." I spit out.

I notice everyone looking at each other. "What?" I ask.

Carlos shakes his head no. "Big mistake." He mouths. I raise an eyebrow and look back at Dante, he's standing right beside me with his jaw tense then ever.

I gulp, turning away starting to walk off. He grabs my arm and pulls me back to him. "Boys, give me and my fiancé some privacy." Dante demands.

They all walk out the kitchen immediately.

"Don't You ever Talk to me like that again. Understand?" He roars, keeping his grip around my arm. I nod my head quickly.

"Use your fucking words!"

"Yes, I understand." I mutter. Dante smirks.

"Good girl. Now, did you like the lingerie?" He questions. He really thinks getting me some lingerie means we'll be good? never.

Forcing me to marry him is out of line.

I glare at him before walking off. I walk outside in the garden that I've only just realised they have. "Do you like flowers?" I hear a familiar voice ask.