Chapter 1 One

Chloe

"Remember to stay out of my business and my life or I am going to make your stay here a lot worse," Ethan said when his grandmother, Lucille, the matriarch of the Wilson's, left the mansion. I know that he didn't want to get married to me and the feeling is mutual. I had no choice either since I wanted to extend my grandma's life. For her, I am willing to do anything. "Are you not going to answer?" he asked, angrily.

"Yes," I said in fear. Why not, when Ethan Wilson was known to be the cruelest and the most ruthless man in the country? I've known him to be a businessman as I always saw him on television, social media, and even in newspapers and magazines. Many knew about his connections to the underground organization. That's why he was feared by his peers and business rivals. I also know that he has a girlfriend and he has already announced that he is going to marry her. But because I got in between them through Lucille, his anger was all on me. He couldn't get mad at his grandma, right?

I already expected that living with him would never be heaven. With his character, I started to fear for my own life. But I had to stay there and act as his wife, for my grandma. No matter how hard or rough it will be, I am going to try to extend my patience and behave myself in front of this man. After I replied to him, he left the mansion, it was our wedding night and yet, he decided to leave me and probably go to his girlfriend.

He had not told me where I should sleep, but since Lucille took me to his room and he didn't say anything, I thought it was fine if I slept there. What I didn't expect was when I was in deep sleep, someone dragged me from the bed and threw me like a piece of trash on the floor. "Who the hell told you that you could sleep in my room and on my bed??'" Ethan asked angrily. I was so scared because of the way he looked at me. I didn't know what to do or what to say and I was already trembling in fear, especially when I was feeling the pain in my back because of the way he threw me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I thought it was fine since I was here and you didn't say anything," I answered.

"Is that how much you want to have me?" he asked, smirking. "Fine, I am going to give you what you want since it's our wedding night," he added, which scared me.

"No, I was not-" I said, trying to reason out, but he grabbed me by the hair and made me look up to him. I was still on the floor on my knees. He was holding my hair with his left hand while I saw his other hand trying to unbuckle his belt, which he did so fast. I had never seen a man do that as fast as he could. Then he pulled down his pants along with his briefs, which scared me even more. I had never seen someone's length ever since and the fact that he was showing his to me made me realize one thing.

"Open your fu****g mouth and don't ever dare to bite me or I am going to have every member of my friends' gang fu** you," he warned. I was scared and fearful. I did as he said and he inserted his length in my mouth. He was huge and I was crying since it was choking me. "First time you tried something as big as mine?" he asked mockingly. I couldn't respond since I had him in my mouth. I had to endure this for my grandma. That's what I told myself as I closed my eyes and let him humiliate me.

He never thinks of me, he even releases himself in my mouth and I want to spit it out, but he stops me by threatening me again. I didn't want to be raped by those gangsters and I had to endure this for the time being. I had to remind myself about that. "You sleep in the next room and never come in here unless I call you," he said after, and shoved my head away from him. I tried to get up even if my knees were shaking and I took a little more time to get out of his room than I wanted.

I was fine when he left thinking he was going to be with his girlfriend. What had happened that he was back already? I never thought that I would be able to suffer like this. I was fine with verbal abuse, but not like that.

The next day, I got up early since I was always an early person. I work hard in school and at work, so my body gets used to it. I went down to the kitchen and tried to help everyone in there. I was glad that they let me, so I started to learn from them as well. Although I grew up poor, I never had a chance to do household chores. My mom always did it and asked me to just focus on my studies. Even when I was working part-time, it was only a simple cleaning of the table and washing the dishes.

Until I get to work at a club. It was owned by Lucille's friend. Even if it was a club, I signed a contract that I do not go beyond serving drinks. The club was for the elite and wealthy, so every waitress had a choice if they wanted to do extra service. For me, I was content with the commissions I got from the drinks I sold and drank. I didn't know that I had a very high tolerance for alcohol until I worked there.

But my grandma's illness needed more than what I earned and I didn't want to be a s** slave to the wealthy, so when Lucille offered me to marry her grandson, I accepted it on the condition that she was going to look after my grandma's medication. She agreed and here I am.

It was 6 am when Ethan went to the dining area and had his breakfast. I still didn't know what to do so I let Cristy, one of the maids, give him his food and he ate in silence. After that, he went back to his room but heard him shouting and yelling, calling for me, so I rushed to go to him.

"Where were you early this morning?" he asked,

"In the kitchen," I replied, not looking at him.

"So, you found the cook handsome and tried to seduce him?" he asked angrily,

"What! No!" I exclaimed as I looked up at him. He was glaring at me, so I looked down again. I didn't want to meet his eyes because of the thought that he might do that humiliating thing again.

He held my face by my chin and raised my head, "You don't want to get caught by me, I am going to kill you if I ever find you hooked up with anyone." he warned. He nodded. "Kneel," he commanded, and my eyes widened. I didn't want it but my fear consumed me so I did what he asked me to do and he started to pull down his pants again. "Look at me," I was at eye level with his maleness. So I looked up to him, "This is what you're good at," he said and pointed his hardness in my mouth, indirectly telling me to take him.

With my eyes closed, I take him in, with Grandma in my mind. I had to remind myself about her condition so I would be able to endure this. Why can't he just fu** with his girlfriend? Why did he have to do this to me? I wouldn't object if he cheated, he could even flaunt it. "Ohh... " I heard him moaning. I didn't know what to do and it was his hands that guided my head. So I wondered why he acted like he liked what I was doing.