Chapter 4 DARK HONEYMOON

Chapter 4

Ariana's POV

"Please, don't do this," I begged through tears as he climbed onto the bed, pulling the blanket off my body. He moved closer, his hands reaching for my clothes. I struggled, pressing both hands against his chest, trying desperately to push him away-but he wouldn't budge.

"Take your dirty hands off me!. He said his voice cold . "Don't you dare touch me with those filthy hands!"

Is this how he treats me? I'm his wife, right? The questions swirled endlessly in my mind, a mix of disbelief and fear.

"As a wife, you should please your husband," he said coldly before pressing his lips ruthlessly against mine and placed his hand on my chest. He kissed me and at the same time squeezing my breast like a hungry animal while given me unbearable pains.

He tore my clothes off completely, leaving me naked. I never imagined my first kiss would be this painful. Tears streamed down my face, unstoppable, as the ache and helplessness consumed me.

Suddenly, he stopped his actions and looked at me. His eyes burned with a mix of hunger and anger that sent shivers down my spine.

"I'm going to give you the best honeymoon a woman could never have," he said with a smirk. "You wanted to marry me, and I'll give you a gift you'll never forget."

Of course, I wouldn't forget this moment-I couldn't. I promised myself I would pay him back someday. I tried again, with all my strength, to escape his hold, but it was useless. His grip was far stronger than mine.

"Don't deprive me of my right," he muttered with an evil smirk before bending closer. He pressed his lips to my body, his actions devoid of gentleness, making me flinch.

"Please, don't do this. I'll listen to you, I swear-just don't hurt me this way," I pleaded, my voice trembling, hoping my words would reach him.

He paused, his dark eyes meeting mine. "Don't you want to marry me?" he asked-a question I was tired of hearing. "Don't you understand the consequences of lying that I impregnated you? You should have thought twice before dragging me into this."

His words stunned me into silence. It wasn't his fault. My aunt's greed had pushed me into this nightmare. As the weight of it all crashed down on me, tears fell again, unbidden, silently mourning the life I could no longer control.

Ariana's POV

"Ahhhh...!" I screamed out in pain as my eyes shot open, tears blurring my vision. I looked at the man above me, his expression twisted into a cruel smirk, as though he took pleasure in my suffering.

With a hard, deep thrust, he began moving, each motion a sharp wave of pain that tore through me. I gritted my teeth, my body trembling under him.

"Feeling great?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I gasped for air, my sobs growing louder as he quickened his pace. The pain intensified, spreading through my body until it was unbearable.

"Please... it... hurts," I stammered, barely able to get the words out. My voice was weak, broken.

But he didn't care. He ignored me, his gaze fixed on my trembling form as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then, without warning, he flipped me onto all fours. My limbs shook under my weight, barely able to support me.

"Perfect," he muttered in satisfaction before continuing, his groans of pleasure echoing in my ears like a nightmare.

I closed my eyes, willing myself to disappear, to escape this moment-but I couldn't. I could only feel. The pain. The humiliation. The despair.

Finally, he collapsed beside me, his breathing heavy, as though satisfied with what he'd done. I lay still, staring blankly at the wall, my tears silently soaking the pillow. My body was no longer mine. My heart was shattered into pieces I couldn't begin to pick up.

As he drifted off to sleep, I curled into myself, clutching the torn blanket to cover my bare body. My mind screamed for answers, for freedom-but all I could do was cry, quietly, as the darkness of the room swallowed me whole.

The room was eerily silent now except for his steady breathing beside me. My body ached everywhere, each movement sending sharp reminders of what had just happened. I stared blankly at the ceiling, my mind swirling with emotions I couldn't name-rage, shame, helplessness.

Slowly, I pushed myself up I need to clean up and leave this room because I could do something I would regret if I stay with him here, my hands trembling as I grabbed what remained of my torn clothes. My knees felt weak as I tried to stand, but I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing me in pain again.

My eyes darted to him. He lay on his side, a faint smirk still tugging at his lips, even in sleep. I hated him-every part of him.

I stumbled toward the small bathroom attached to the room, each step heavier than the last.

Inside, I locked the door behind me and sank to the floor. My reflection in the cracked mirror above the sink caught my attention. My face was pale, my eyes swollen and red from crying, and my lips bruised from his kisses. I didn't recognize the girl staring back at me.

Who am I now?

A sob escaped my throat, and I buried my face in my hands, letting the tears fall freely. I cried until I couldn't breathe, until there was nothing left inside me but emptiness.

When the tears finally stopped, I wiped my face with shaky hands and looked back at the mirror. "I'll survive this," I whispered, my voice hoarse but resolute. "And one day... you'll regret ever touching me."

The promise felt hollow, but it was all I had.

For now, I would endure. I had no other choice.