Captured (Unedited)

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Tatiana POV
Landing in Paris, the fresh air blew against my skin. A sense of joy coming over me, walking over to the car to my surprise Alexander opened the door for me. Letting me slide in, shuttling the door he walked over to his side before sliding in. "bonsoir Monsieur Giordano" ( good evening Mr Giordano) the man behind the wheel greets, being the only French word I understood, "Soirée Frank, voici ma femme, Tatiana. Elle ne parle pas français ni ma langue" (Evening Frank, this is my wife, Tatiana. She does not speak French nor my language) he says, lost as to what he's saying the man turns to face me, looking to be in his 60s. A hat on his head, his eyes blue, wrinkles all over his face, his smile sincere, "nice to meet you Tatiana" he says, his accent thick, offering his hand, taking mine in his, "I'm Frank, your husband's driver"he smiles sincerely. "Nice to meet you too" I say sincerely, turning his back, "your usual hotel?" He questions, "oui" (yes) Alexander says. Driving off to the hotel in complete silence, Alexander on his phone, clearly ignoring me Frank decided to break the silence, "so where and when did you two meet?" He asks, looking over to Alexander, still ignoring me, clearing my throat trying to make my story legit, "oh well Xander and I have been dating for sometime, 6 months to be exact. We met in Chicago at this Diner I was working at" I say courageously, a light laugh comes from Frank "I never thought this man sitting right there next to you could even woo a woman with that grumpy face" he says jokingly, "that makes the both of us" I roll my eyes. Immediately his eyes shoot towards me, sending me a warning glare, Frank oblivious to the tension continued on conversing with me, telling me a little about Paris. The car finally coming to a halt, "we here" Frank says. Staring at the big beautiful building in awe, "Tatiana?", looking over Alexander, a look of irritation on his face, opening the door motioning for us to get out. "Uhm...Frank it was nice meeting you" I say politely, "thank you darling, same goes to you, please enjoy your stay" he says sincerely, nodding my head I made my way out the car. Following Alexander in the hotel, we checked in and made our way to our room in complete silence. Opening the door my eyes widen in complete silence, expecting two beds, only to be met with one king size bed, "there....there must be a mistake" I stutter, rolling his eyes turning to face me, "we sharing?" I ask in horror, sighing in frustration, "we married aren't we?" He says in agitation as he shrugs of his jacket , "yes but I'm not sharing a bed with you" I raise my voice, removing his clothes as he began to unbutton his shirt, stalking over to me, his eyes murderous, holding in a whimper, standing so close to me that I could smell his breath, "I'm too fucken tired for your drama and whining like a fucken spoilt brat, I definitely won't deal with it for the next coming 5 years" he spits making me flinch, "now suit yourself on the bloody floor and stop annoying me, because as far as I'm concerned, as long as we are married we are sleeping in the same room, Like it or not" he spits making me flinch before turning away from me, anger began to rise within me, "YOU ACT LIKE YOU DID ME A FAVOR BY MARRYING ME!!!" I yell not caring about the consequences, "YOU ACT ALL MIGHTY AND STRONG, MEANWHILE YOU ARE A HEARTLESS COWARD WHOSE AFRAID OF GOING BACK TO PRISO-" "WATCH YOUR TONE!!!" He yells cutting me off, "FUCK YOU, YOU LYING PIECE OF SHIT!!!" I say, immediately regretting it. My breathing heavy, his eyes scarier than ever, filled with darkness as if he could smash my head against the wall, tears making their way to my eyes, "you...." croaking as the words failed to come out, "you told me you wouldn't bluntly cheat on me nor humiliate me, but then went and screwed Natalia on our wedding day" I cry, sobbing at the thought of the embarrassment, his eyes held no emotion, just cold, "since this" he eyes me in disgust, "is what I will be coming home to, I definitely needed the release" he spits turning his back going in the bathroom, slamming the door. My eyes wide in shock and shame, I knew I'm not Alexander's type and he definitely didn't need to remind me. Walking over to the bed, grabbing the pillow and blanket, I made my way to the couch, snuggling as I cried myself to sleep. Never in my entire night had I pictured my wedding night to be like this, never in my entire life had i pictured myself married to a heartless man like Alexander.