Chapter 5 CATASTROPHE

PATRICIA.

I woke up and stretched myself in the bed. I tilted my head to the left hand side of the bed but I couldn't see Ignatius.

Oh I wasn't expecting him to sleep here anyways. I was literally waiting for him to come inside the room so we could talk.

I didn't even know when I dozed off. The previous day was tiring for me- from my make-up audition, to my hair arrangement, to trying out different outfits for the wedding and finally to the church.

My stomach crumbled and I remembered that I haven't even taken anything since I stepped foot into this house.

Wait wait.. I thought there were maids here. Why didn't any of them ask me if I will be needing anything? I reasoned, blinking my eyelids.

Or did their boss instruct them not to give me anything I asked for till after the wedding service at the church.

There was nothing like reception. Reasons best known to him and I do not fucking care if the reception is gonna hold or not.

I will do as my heart pleases and that's final. I slowly got up from the bed and headed for the door.

My body freezes when I saw Ignatius Carter sitting on his wheel chair beside the door. Do I care. I rolled my eyes as I left his presence to look for the maids.

"Stop there." He ordered. "Where do you think you are going to?

I stopped on my track. "Do you have any problem with where I'm headed to?"

"What insolence." He barked like a bulldog who was about to torment his terrors. His eyes were gleaming bloody red.

"Whatever your questions are, I don't have an answer to give you." I spat as I continued walking along the hallway.

"You would regret this." Ignatius Carter said and I huffed hearing him from afar.

"Hey you, why haven't I eaten since yesterday?" I asked one of the maids I sighted coming out from the kitchen.

"Good morning ma'am. Sir Ignatius hasn't given me any instructions." She answered, as my eyebrows furrowed.

"Is this how things are done here, in this house?" I asked the maid who was already fidgeting.

"Yes ma'am, we wait for his instructions. He gets mad whenever any of us go against his orders." The maid replied, slowly bowing her head.

"But I'm his wife now." I said to the maid, lifting her chin to look at me. At this point, the maid was already confused.

"Very well then, I will have to face him myself. You can get back to what you were doing. There is no cause for alarm." I said as I left immediately.

"Mr man, did you tell your maids not to feed me?" I asked furiously.

I waited patiently for his reply, but he wasn't even saying anything or even making an attempt to talk.

My fists clenched and I pushed the wheelchair he was sitting on. He fell off from the chair and winced in pain.

My jaw dropped when he made an attempt to get up from the floor, clutching his two hands on the wheel chair.

He thought I didn't see all that. He has been pretending to be crippled just to punish me by making me do his bidding. Wow.

Well, I will pretend as though I didn't know about anything. I'm ready and willing to play the games with him.

I left him and hurriedly entered the room. Oh I forgot that I will be paying Kelson a visit.

I freshened up, packed my hair in a bun and did a light make up. Gosh, my looks were worth admiring.

The door made a creak and Ignatius Carter was wheeled into the room by one of the maids. My face became pale.

When will he stop playing games with me? I thought. I sighted him stealing glances at me. Why wouldn't he, when he doesn't value what he has.

I took my clutch purse and gave him a deadly glare before shutting the door on his goddamn face. Such an ass hole.

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The sounds of my heels could be heard as it clicked on the smooth tiles. My heart was swimming with excitement.

It's been a while since I spoke with Kelson and I needed to see him.

I couldn't muster up the courage to tell him about my arranged marriage. And I wished he hadn't heard it from someone else.

Thank goodness, it was a low key wedding and there weren't any headlines about it. It's surprising anyways.

I planned on telling him about my marital status once I got to his place. And we would map out plans for ourselves.

"Babe Babe. Where are you?" I asked, sensing that he might not be around, but the doors leading to the sitting room were open.

"I'm here for you my love." I had butterflies in my stomach. "Are you in there?" I asked but got no response.

As I strolled further, the sound of someone moaning was coming out from one of the rooms.

What was he doing there? My brain was clouded. I guess he has waited for me for too long.

Well I'm here to give him the cravings that he deserved. But I needed him to stop masturbing.

I entered inside and I was welcomed with a sex scene. Kelson was hovering hungrily on the lady. My heart was racing.

My purse fell on the tiles making some noise. They were oblivious of the fact that someone had just entered.

Even the noise from the fall of my purse couldn't bring them to reality. They were really in cloud nine and into another world.

I hastily lifted my feets to the bed, pushed Kelson and dragged the lady's hair.

"Ouch, you are hurting me." she cried. "Let go of my hair you bitch."

"Get your filthy hands off her." Kelson yelled.

"And why would I?" I asked as I tilted my head towards Kelson.

"Just do as I say." He screamed. With that, I let go of the lady's hair.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked, worried.

"Are you really asking me that?" He asked, his face was wild like that of a lion, eyes blazing with a fierce inner fire.