Fate made us

He rises to his feet. Slowly, he walks towards me with confident, loud step. He stops a far feet in front of me, and he looks at me angrily.
"What did you just say? " he asks, his view low. He's furious, and I'm terrified.
" I... I'm tired of Your disgusting attitude , I'm your wife for fuck sake you can't be treating me like a slave and giving me cold shoulders all the time " I raise my voice slightly.
His tall, large frame hovers over Mr menacingly, my heart pounds loudly in my chest, threatening to escape. I feel tiny and worthless in front of him. He hates when anyone speaks back at him no one ever does, and now I just.
I'm taken by shock two seconds later when he slaps me hard across my face. I scream loudly, holding my palm to my stinging cheek, the slap takes me by surprise and I land on the floor a few feet away, my hip hits the corner of a wooden table, and I scream out in pain.
Tears start to run down my cheek, and I half sit half lay on the floor in a fetal position. He rushes to me, grabs me by my hair and pulls me up. I cry loudly at the pain, at the fear. But i know that no one can hear me, because all the workers are at the other side of the mansion , even if there hear, they'd do nothing to help, they wouldn't dare. "Stay away from me if not I will kill you with my own hands" he whispers into my ear, his hand still in my hair, he pulls again, hard. The tears continue streaming down my cheeks, my face is red with pain.

Rahma Ahmad Gidado a 22 yrs old, who got dumped on her wedding day and was forced to get married to the son of her father's friend a mysterious guy she has never set her eyes on.

What will happen when she found out she's married to a psychopath.