Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

Morning

After my bath, I went to bed. Anxiety consumed me with what someone would call restlessness sleep, as I pondered what exactly he meant by what he said last night.

That is, be very sorry I took off that stupid ring or went outside; what would it even matter? I wasn't his wife at the time, right, or at least I thought.

I kept my eyes shut as Alexander moved around the room.
"My baby Scarlet. I know you are awake; you aren't fooling anyone.
My heart quickens more. I didn't even know it was possible.

I feel him wrap his hand around my waist, pulling me closer to his own body. He places soft kisses on the back of my neck, causing my hair to stand up.

"Are you ready to get this over with so we can have a good rest of the day?" He asks against my ear.
I was slightly praying all night that he would forget about what he said and that he'd have mercy on me.

I freeze and don't respond.
"Come on, Scarlet, besides what you think I told you, those things did I not." He tells me as if I was the one in the wrong for the whole situation I wasn't.
He was.

"No," I tell him, crossing my arms over my chest to show the anger that was present.
"No?" He questioned me with slight amazement.
"No!" I shout at him, hitting him with a pillow over and over until I'm pinned to the bed.

The pillow tossed away from me.
He looked down at me.
"As much as I love seeing you lay below me, I'm still a man of my word, Scarlet. You disobeyed me." He says against my ear smugly.

"Now be my good girl; I know that you are, and get over my knee." He tells me, grabbing the belt from his pants and sitting down.

"I'm not your girl!" I shout, angry, glaring at him.

He chuckled. "You're my wife; of course, you're my girl."

I continue to glare.

"Now Scarlet." He says with an arched brow, "Before you make it worse for yourself.

I could try to run away. I knew I wouldn't get far. I couldn't fight him.
He easily outweighs me by 100 pounds.
I say softly to myself as I walk over to him; he pats his lap.

I lean over his lap in humiliation. Already softly crying. Had I known he was talking to me, I would have never done it at all. It was inevitable.

"Shh, you are still my good girl, okay, but you broke the rules. It will be over before you know it." He tells me before pulling down my pants as they drop to my ankles.

He hits me with his hand at first, just as last time the hit was painful and harsh.

I reach back to stop him.
When he pins my arm with one hand and continues. Alternating between my sides and my thighs. My bottom is red and hot.
Tears are streaming down my face. Seemingly not affecting him though, as he continues over and over again.
Just thought my tournament was over. He picked up the belt. "Just 10 left.". He says
I saw the witness of his jeans against my face because my tears had fallen.
The hits were much different than his hand. They are more focused on the area and more sharp and striking.
Finally, he stops, and he lets go with my arm he had pinned down softly, rubbing my back and sensitive bottom.
Pulling up my bottoms. He picks me up and places me on his lap, petting my hair softly, as if to soothe me.
"Shh, it's okay; it's over with now. Everything is forgiven." He tells me.

This whole time while he soothes me I wish I wasn't so stupid and sighed something I didn't understand.
He manipulated me and took advantage of my naivety—that much was for sure. He would stop at nothing to get what he wanted what he wanted was me.

I just wish I would've seen it make up some excuses as to why I couldn't sign the documents.

Sure, he was eye candy.
I hadn't even had my first kiss before him.
He was my husband. It was intimidating, to say the least.

I'm sure any girl would be happy to have him as her husband. But not me. Maybe I was, though I don't know, didn't appreciate the discipline that he felt inclined to, but I thought he was very handsome, ironically cocky.

Even though I should hate him for everything that he had done to me and put me through, I guess we put him through things too.

He lived a different lifestyle I wasn't used to living. Emily was though I'm not sure why he didn't want her sure she cheated on him, but I don't think she would've when my dad brought her back.

Maybe he didn't want to touch her because he thought she was unclean. I mean, she was; she got around.
She was the complete opposite of me, just as I am the complete opposite of him.
It made no sense why he wanted me when he could have any girl out there in the whole world. Why me?

Eventually, he stopped saying soothing words, rocking me back and forth.
"Are you ready for breakfast?" He asks me, pulling from my thoughts entirely.

"Yeah," I whisper.

He simply nods and helps me up off his lap, stretching his hand for me to grasp.
I placed my hand delicately in his large hand, engulfing mine.
He leads me into the kitchen, slowly down the steps.
The smell of food was already emerging from the kitchen as we approached.
"I hope you don't mind, but I had one of the helpers make food; I didn't figure you would feel up to it this morning." He says carefully, choosing his words in front of everyone so as not to further embarrass me.
Wish I was thankful for it.