All Arranged

Chapter 1: Baby Bombs

Song: Way I Am // Charlie Puth
*3 years after the wedding*

Rome had never uttered a word in my direction since the wedding. Also, our parents had to be so cruel as to buy us a huge ass mansion and make us sleep in the same room. I always got the bed, mostly because Rome was never home. Home. That word sounded foreign to me now. Home was were I could cuddle up in my thick blankets and write my stories for my creative writing class.

Here, I had to stay awake until my husband got home. My parents had pulled me out of college for the deal. They had thrown away four years of my life just so I could be married to a heartless demon. And by heartless, I mean completely and totally heartless.

If he passes me in the hallway, he makes it his priority to shove his shoulder into mine. In the kitchen, he accidentally pushes me hard against fridge. One day I tripped right in front of him and he didn't do a thing. I had fallen on the concrete outside of the house and bruised my stomach and arms very bad. I cried myself to sleep every night, wether it be from pain or complete and total heartbreak. Adaline turned 11 a month ago and I couldn't go and see her because I broke my femur bone. Rome had no part in that. My stupid self found it right to climb the enormous cabinets in the kitchen to get cereal. I fell and cracked it on the concrete counter.

And that's my life right now. Cooped up in my large, dark room with my leg propped up on a stack of pillows. A cast wrapped all the way around my leg and up to my hip. To say it was uncomfortable was an understatement. My husband was never home and we had only a few workers who didn't dare step foot in our room. I sighed, looking longingly out of the dark panes of my window. Leaning on it was a pair of crutches. I smirked.

I leaned over my nightstand, reaching for the crutches. I wrapped my short fingers around them and pulled the, back to me. I maneuvered my legs over the bed, settling my weight solely on the grey crutches. I kicked the door open with my uninjured foot and wobbled out into the hallway. I walked until a room caught my attention. I turned the knob and gasped when I looked in. The room was anything I could have ever asked for.

The room was filled to the top with books, books, and more books. Computers lined the walls along with easels and racks of paint. My jaw hung open as I brushed my curly hair out of my face. I hobbled my way inside, bending my head at insane angles to try and take on the room. It wasn't like shelves of books like in a library, but stacks on lines across the tall grey walls. I craned my neck to read the spines of the books. Romance books, adventure books, billionaire books, lgbt books, and even more were there. In the middle of them sat two large beanbags.

I shuffled my way to them and collapsed my ass onto one and my broken leg onto the other. All the books were within an arms reach as well as the computers. I reached over and grabbed a computer that had earbuds attached to it. The cold metal rested on my exposed thighs, making me shiver. I opened it up and logged onto my account. My tabs opened.

I sighed and racked my brain for anything to do. I rubbed my temple when I remembered that I could be in college getting my degree in creative writing and writing on my book. I logged into my account and chose my current story. I was writing a crime series called 'Vice'. As soon as my fingers hit the keys, they were flying back and forth, my stubby nails sometimes hitting them slightly. My platinum hair fell onto my face and I pushed it behind my ear. Sometime in my writing I was able to turn Charlie Puth's 'Way I Am' on repeat.

His words echoed in my head as I lost track of time. I had changed my position on the beanbag many times in however long I had been sitting here. I didn't bother to look at the time and there weren't any windows in the room. I had one earbuds stuck in my ear and the other dangling down. I perked my head up when I heard a violent smash echo from the lower level of our house.

I put my music on pause and closed the computer slowly, sitting it back on the desk. I grabbed my crutches and hoisted myself up, swinging my way out of the room and down the hall to the stair case. I sat on the rail and slid down it carefully, my shorts giving me a disadvantage. When I stopped, I quietly made my way towards the sound of smashing glass. It led my right to the living room. I peeked my head in and my eyes went wide at the sight.

Rome had blood covering his hands as he wildly threw priceless pieces of porcelain around the room. I screamed when a vase hit the wall next to my head. Rome looked at me, the anger in his eyes simmering down a small bit. Not much, but a little. He wiped his hands on his black pants and collapsed onto the sofa. He waved his hand for me to walk to him. I wobbled over and stood in front of him. He looked from my face down to my pokey stomach and down again, burying his face in his hands.

He let out a loud groan. "Adelpha, our parents are expecting us to do something," He looked back up at me, guilt written in his face. "They expect us to... t-to...dammit, they expect us to have a baby!" He nearly shouted. My eyes shot open as I fell onto the couch next to him. I blinked my eyes to keep back my eyes. I hate my parents.

They expect ME, an INSECURE and SELF ESTEEM LACKING 25 year old to have a child in an ARRANGED MARRIAGE with HiM?! Rome chose my silence as a time to open his big mouth. "They also expect the baby before our 5th wedding anniversary," This time, the tears fell uncontrollably. I hid my head in my free leg as I sobbed loudly.

My rage got ahold of me after I had cried for around 30 minutes, in which Rome had never left my side. I stood up, not caring about my cast. "Have you not seen my body? Did you not see how insecure I was in that dress at the wedding? Of course I want kids, just not now! I'm not ready to give away my virginity to a man who hasn't spoken a word to me in the whole 3 years that we have been married!" I screamed in Rome's face. He looked as if he were about to explode.

He stood up to his whole height of almost 6'5. "What, do you think I want a kid now?! I'm 25 and I had to give up my hookups and one night stands for a woman who broke her bones on the fucking counter trying to get cereal. Who can't walk without tripping. A woman who I didn't even want to see or marry! My parents forced me to do this! I'm having to run my own father's business while now, having to juggle a helpless wife and a fucking baby!" Rome stood up, grabbing another vase and chunking it across the wide living room.

I grabbed my crutches and stood up to my full height of 5'11, about 5 or 6 inches shorter than him. "Look," Hatred entered my tone. "I really want kids, I do. It's just, I'm not ready now. I don't even know anything other than your name is Rome, you like throwing expensive vases, and you are a womanizer," He was raging by now, his nostrils flared out and his gorgeous blue eyes enveloped with darkness and evil.

I was certain he was going to slap the shit out of me. I looked up into his eyes, giving him the most deadly and pissed off glared I could muster. He stared down at me with an equally pissed look. My tears were long gone and now covered with a feeling of overwhelming fear. "Listen to me. I respect you because you are my husband and you even decided to go through with this plan. But that doesn't mean that I have to like or even love you," A knot formed in my stomach.

He grabbed my forearm tight as I tried to hobble away. His light, tanned hand stuck out on my dark colored skin. He pulled me to look at his beautiful face. "This act of defiance will not be forgotten, Algorazo," he spit my last name at me like venom. "You will have your first born child with me. I do not care if you want it or not." It. It. It. How dare he call our future child it.

Rage. That was all I felt. I glared at him, my eyes full of hate, rage, and complete and utter fear. I clasped my hand into a tight fist. I felt my stubby nails break the skin of my light colored palm.

I threw my fist up, striking his chiseled jaw. He let go of my arm to clutch his jaw. I balled my other hand into another fist and socked him in the nose, making blood pour out of it. I didn't realize how much trouble I would be in until he looked down at me.

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So this is the first real chapter of the book. I'm sorry if it took me a long time to post but I just got back from a school trip and a lot of things have been happening.

I hope you enjoyed this. Don't forget to like and comment, I really enjoy reading them. They make my day.

Thank you guys so much!
Sincerely, HR