Veil of Deception: The Replacement wife

You're mine

The warm, soft light shines through the curtains, creating a warm glow in its wake. I feel the warmth of Alex's arm on my waist firm and unwavering.
I finally calmed my racing thoughts that greeted me when I woke up.

I look in the corner of my eyes and see Alex. He has a calm, soft face as he looks at me, his fingertips tuning through my crazy bedhead hair.

The peacefulness of his face offered a brief respite from the fear that plagued me the night before.

Without a word, his hand moves to my cheek. His eyes lock onto mine.
"Morning," he murmurs his voice deep.

"Morning," I reply softly as I attempt to try and read the unspoken depth in his eyes.


As though he can see the worry already lingering on my face on the phone call, it's too much.

Alexander suddenly sits up and pulls me to him.
"You're not to worry about anything today. Not about me, not about us. You understand?"
He told me sternly.

I nodded the thought it was easier said than done.

He leans close to me, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. "You're mine. I need you to trust me, Scarlett. I need you to understand one thing: no one, and I mean no one, will ever come between us."

Before I can respond, Alexander's hand slides firmly around my waist, pulling me up so that I am straddling him. His grip is strong.

His hands trace along my thighs slowly.

"Alex, what—" I begin to ask, but he cuts me off with a finger pressed gently against my lips.

"Just feel this," he says, his voice coming out low. "You feel how much I need you to be here with me."

He says, and suddenly I feel his morning wood pressing against me.

He leans forward, and I feel his lips press against mine. He deepens the kiss.

As we break the kiss. "I'm going to take care of everything. The job, the risks, all of it. But you—" He grips my chin firmly, his eyes locking onto mine. "You stay here. You stay safe. And you trust me."

I nod. I'm caught between a fierce desire to comply and a lingering anxiety about the dangerous world he's part of.

Alexander releases me from his grip and gently but firmly guides me back down on the bed.

He leans down to kiss me again when his phone goes off.

He looks at the screen, sighs, and then he stands up. "I need to handle something. Don't move. Don't worry. I'll be back soon."

As he steps out of the room, I hear the door close behind him, followed by the muffled sound of his voice giving orders.

As I wait for his return, I can't shake the feeling that this is only the beginning.

As Alexander's footsteps approach.

I hear the door to the bedroom creak open again, and Alexander returns. His eyes find me and for a moment.

He sits on the edge of the bed and reaches out to touch my face, his fingers gentle. "Are you okay?" he asks, concern written in his eyes.

I nod, though my heart still races. "I'm okay. Just... trying to understand everything."

Alexander's eyes search mine, and he takes a deep breath. "I know it's a lot. And I know it's scary. But you need to know that I'm doing this for us. Everything I do, every decision I make, it's all with you in mind."

He stands up and moves toward the closet, grabbing a jacket and slipping it on. He turns back to me. "I have to go. Things need to be handled quickly. But I need you to stay here. Stay safe. Don't go anywhere."

I nod again, feeling overwhelmed by the anxiety within me. "I'll stay. I promise."

Maybe it will be better if I just leave? I wouldn't have to worry about him if I didn't have to see him all the time.

Alexander walks toward the door but pauses, turning to look at me one last time. "Remember what I said. Trust me. No matter what happens, I'm coming back to you. No one will hurt you. Not while I'm still breathing."

With that, he steps out, closing the door behind him. The room falls silent apart from the faint sounds of the city outside and the steady ticking of a clock on the wall. I sit on the edge of the bed, trying to steady my breathing and process everything that just happened.

I begin to become overwhelmed, suffocating in fear.
I use my hidden phone and call a cab.

The cab pulled up, and I gave him my card to charge for the trip.

I had my bag of things, and I checked into the run-down motel.

It has been hours since I checked into the motel under a false name to stay under the radar.

The dingy room feels like a refuge, albeit a temporary one. I double-check lock the door behind me and collapse onto the bed, the exhaustion of the night hitting me hard. My mind races, replaying Alexander's warnings and the gravity of his world.

I had finally fallen asleep, and a knock on the door jolted me awake.
My heart leaps in my chest as I slowly approach, peering through the peephole. To my shock, Alexander stands outside. His demeanor is intense, radiating authority and a barely contained fury.

"Scarlett," he calls out, his voice a commanding growl. "Open the door."

I hesitate, fear and defiance warring within me. "No. I'm not letting you in."

Alexander's response is immediate, and the sound of a key turning in the lock sends a chill down my spine.

How the hell did he get a key?

Causing me to back away quickly in fear.

He pushes the door open with force. His eyes, usually soft and affectionate, are now hard and unyielding.

"You think you can just run away from me?" He demands his voice drop. "You think you can escape what's between us by hiding in some rundown motel?"

He strides toward me with an intense, controlled anger. I told you I wouldn't let you go. You belong to me. Running away won't change anything."

I back away, but he's too quick, closing the distance with quick strides. He reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me close to him. His grip is firm and possessive.

"You're mine," he says, and I'm not going to let you hide from me. Not now, not ever. You need to understand that."

His eyes lock onto mine, his gaze unyielding and fierce. "I control this situation. You're coming back with me; I'm not letting you go."

"Alexander, please..." I begin, but his grip tightens, cutting off any further protest.

"No more, please," he says firmly. "You need to trust me. I'm here to keep you safe, and I'm not letting anyone or anything take you away from me. We're going back, and we're doing this my way."

He grabs my bag with one hand, the other dragging me by my arm.

Practically shoving me into his car after he throws my stuff in the back seat.

He buckled me in and leans close.
"You are in so much trouble you don't even know. So unless you feel like making things worse for yourself, you will be my good girl and keep your mouth shut while I take us home."

The whole drive to the house was thick with tension.
I see Alexander's knuckles turn white as he grips the steering wheel.

You can see the emotions rolling off him in waves.

He walks to my side once he parks the car in the garage.

My stomach is doing flips the whole time.

He opens the door, and I step out. He closes the door behind me with a little more force than necessary. Grabbing my elbow once again.

He closes the door behind us, his eyes locking onto mine. "You've put yourself in danger tonight," he says; his voice is cold. "You ran from me, and you exposed yourself to threats I've been working hard to protect you from."

I try to speak, but he holds up a hand to silence me. "No. You don't get to speak right now. You need to understand the seriousness of what you've done."


Now, as he guides me into the living room, my feet are glued to the floor as he walks away.

He walks over to a nearby chair, turning it so it faces the center of the room. "Come here," he commands, his tone leaving no room for defiance.

My heart races as I move toward him, every step heavy with apprehension. He sits down, patting his lap. "Over my knee," he instructs.

I hesitate as I slowly and humiliatingly position myself over his lap, my heart pounding in my ears. His hand rests on my lower back.

"You need to learn that running away and endangering yourself is unacceptable," he says. "You're my responsibility, and I won't tolerate you putting yourself in harm's way."

He begins with a series of firm, harsh hits. The sting of his hand against my skin was sharp; it wasn't like anything he had done before as I winced with each strike.

"Every time you run, you put yourself in danger," he continues, his tone stern. "You think you can escape from me, but you're only making things worse. I need you to understand that your safety is the most important thing to me, and I won't allow you to jeopardize it."

The spanking continues, each smacking a clear message, causing tears well up in my eyes.

Alexander's hand pauses. Softly rubbing the scoring area as I cry, his pants wet from my fallen tears. "I'm doing this because I care about you," he says, his voice softening just a touch. "You need to trust me and stay safe. I won't let anything happen to you, but you have to follow my rules."

He softly and slowly helps me to stand; his touch is slightly more gentle now. "Understand?" he asks, looking intently at me.
I nod, my voice trembling, "Yes, I understand." Through my tears.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me to his lap firmly. The feeling of his body against my bottom was as harsh as making a hiss leave my lip.

However, he didn't comment, which I was very thankful for. "Good. I'm not punishing you because I want to hurt you. I'm doing it to keep you safe. From now on, you need to stay close to me; you listen to me, and trust that I'm doing everything I can to keep you safe."

As I lean into his embrace, the warmth of his body and Alexander's grip are firm and comforting as he holds me close, and despite the discipline, he softly rubs my hair out of my face. Calming me as he whispers sweet nothings in my ear.

I find myself falling asleep in his arms as I breathe in his intoxicating scent.

"Let's get you to bed, baby; you have had a long night." He says as he picks me up my feet, bridal shower style.

Softly placing me on the bed, he covers me and undresses himself quickly before climbing into bed beside me.

As I was half asleep, I felt the bed dip slightly and warmth beside my body before I was softly pulled to lay on his warm chest.

His heartbeat was the nursery rhyme I needed before I fell asleep.