Chapter 3 The arranged marriage was successful but storming

The arranged marriage between Kylan Everest and me unfolded just as expected, formal, distant, and wrapped in a sense of quiet uncertainty. After the wedding ceremony, we moved into a hotel together, a place that felt more like a honeymoon suite.

Kylan Everest, a tall and sharply built man, His coiled, jet-black hair that matched the seriousness in his eyes. He seemed preoccupied, his phone ringing endlessly during the engagement. Disrespectful, he stood to pick up one overheard fragments of conversation, something about a business trip, I hear clearly, a partner, urgent meetings. I knew then that his world revolved around work, not me.

Night had fallen. All The guests had gone, returning to their lives, their homes, their normal. Mine, however, was no longer normal. I stood outside room 59C, the room reserved for us, the number etched in my memory like a checkpoint on an unfamiliar journey. My hand trembled slightly as I knocked. No response. I pushed the door open.

Inside, Kylan Everest was already sprawled on the bed, buried himself under the thick hotel blanket, the glow of his phone screen illuminating the sharp angles of his face. He didn't look up at me. Didn't greet me. His fingers moved fast, texting or maybe working whatever it was, it didn't involve me.

Not a single word passed between us lately. The silence was heavy, I walked straight to the bathroom, eager to take a cool shower, not just of the day, but of the overwhelming tension in the room. The steam rose around me, a temporary escape of him.

Then I heard a footsteps, faint but unmistakable. My heart raced. I grabbed the nearest towel instantly and wrapped it around myself in a seconds, anxiety blooming inside me. As if a mafia gang chasing me

But it was just Kylan Everest leaving the room. No explanation. No glance back. Just the door clicking shut behind him.

I finished my bath and stepped into the room, my skin still warm from the water. I sat uncomfortably on the edge of the bed, scrolling through messages on my phone, pretending to be occupied. Kylan Everest returned moments long long, I guess he went to request a food, sliding back into his original position on the bed like he had never left. Still no words. Still with that phone.

Sleep was creeping in already, but fear kept nudging me awake. I was lying beside a man I barely knew, first time. a stranger in every sense. My mind overwhelmed with worry. What if he touched me in the midnight? What if he used me? When there was nobody to call on, The thought alone made me reach for my jeans and slip them on underneath the blanket. Some false sense of security.

He looked at me then, just once, and smiled. Not kindly. Not cruelly. Just... indifferently. I couldn't read it well. I dressed myself like I was heading out to office, not settling into a wedding night. That smile stuck with me.

finally, I lay down beside him in fear, still tense, praying silently. Let him not touch me tonight. Let me get through till morning untouched. But peace didn't come.

In the silence of the night, I felt him shift closer bit my bit. My heart thudded in my chest heavy. Suddenly, His hand reached for me, and I froze. He started touching me, gently at first, peeling away my clothes piece by piece. I wanted to say no but the words never left my lips. My mind was screaming, but my body is not, it betrayed me. I let it happen. I couldn't believe I'm letting this happen.

In a short period, I found that I have begun to build interest. I held Kylan Everest's dick firmly in my fingers and sucked until he cummed savagely over my face as my leg was wide open and his finger broke my pussy. Kylan Everest fucked me until tears of happiness streamed down my cheek after opening my leg further and inserting his dick inside my pussy. Following many hours of fucking and romance, we each went to the toilet to clean up.

We went back to bed. Kylan Everest fell asleep immediately. I guess he was tired. I was unable to sleep again. I'm still awake, thinking of more.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my mind about how I allowed a man whom I never had feelings for to have sex with me. How?

I still couldn't believe that was happening, but trust me, I enjoyed it. Kylan Everest is awake and told me we are visiting his parents this morning.

Kylan Everest glanced at his phone, a slight crease forming on his brow. "My mom just sent a message now she wants me,and my wife Patrick Susanna, to come over," he said, still focused on the screen of his phone.

I was still getting dressed when I saw Kylan Everest already in the car, engine running, tapping the steering wheel like the world owed him something. The moment I entered the passenger seat, he didn't even wait for the door to close before yelling at me. His voice, laced with that smug tone he uses when he thinks he's clever, cut through the silence.

"I'm a very busy man," he said coldly. "I don't have time for love or feelings just sex. So know your boundaries."

I was stunned. My father never once raised his voice at my mother, and yet here I was, newly married to a man who showed me no love. I sat in silence, hurt hidden behind my eyes, whispering to myself, This is too early for this kind of pain.

We drove in silence, tension thick between us. Then suddenly, a red car bumped lightly into us from behind. Kylan slammed the brakes and jumped out, furious. Though it was just a minor dent, he blocked the road, shouting for the driver to pay immediately. Horns blared. An ambulance tried to pass, its siren desperate, but Kylan refused to move.

Even as I and others pleaded for mercy, Kylan stood his ground. The driver of the red car was trembling. "I don't have the money," he begged. When police arrived, one officer-probably just wanting to clear traffic-offered to pay. But Kylan still ordered his security to arrest the man.

As we continued driving, the air was colder than before. Kylan gripped the wheel tightly, face still twisted with anger. Then, without warning, he turned to me, fury still burning in his eyes.

I froze on a spot. My lips couldn't find words. I sat still, the sting of his voice cutting deep.

He was shaking with rage so hard. "Why would you be in the side of that man, Susanna? Why would you plead for him while I was talking?!"

I opened my mouth to answer, but he cut me off again. Then he pushed me. Out of the car. On a highway.

The ground was hard on me, but God saved me from injury. As I stood up, dust clinging to my clothes, my soul felt bruised more than my body at that moment. He's not just rich. He's cruel. Arrogant. Ruthless.

Would I continue living like this?

With no phone service and no one stopping to help, I had no choice but to walk a miles. I trekked all the way back to the hotel, each step heavier than the last I steeped like never before.

My phone rang. It was Kylan Everest calling, His name flashed on the screen. I picked up not fast

"he asked Susanna, why are you not here now?" he barked. Before I could speak, he hung up.

I'm confused I was tired of everything, tired of the shouting, the confusion, the fear. Tired of this so called marriage so quickly.

That evening, his mother, Mrs. Alicia Everest, barged into the room alongside Kylan Everest himself. Their faces were full of judgment and anger. They demanded to know why I had refused to join them at the family picnic.

Kylan Everest yelled at me once more, he blamed me as if I had ruined the day on purpose conveniently forgetting he was the one who had thrown me out of the car while going.

They cornered me with their words of anger, their voices pressing down on me like weights of a buffalos. I was too weak to argue, too worn out to fight back.

Later, Kylan turned to me with a twisted grin. "Susanna, go and take your bath now. Let's have some fun."

I couldn't believe what he has just said

I didn't reply at first. I could see it clearly now that he didn't love me. He wanted me for entertainment, for control, for his own selfishness as he desires. I stayed away from him although that night, I locked away in silence and sorrow. In my mind I knew he was angry, but I didn't care anymore.

As the sun comes out to continue work from where the moon stoped.

The next morning, he was gone. I searched, but there was no trace of him. He was nowhere to be found around here. I didn't panic. Not immediately. He's an adult, I thought. He'll come back anytime he wishes.

But hours turned into days. Panic spread everywhere like wildfire. The police got involved sharply. News broke everywhere Kylan Everest is missing.

His father, Mr. Everest, is tired and furious to get his son back into the house. He then issued a statement offering a reward of 5 billion dollars to anyone who could bring his son back. Five billion. An insane amount of money. I couldn't imagine that, Enough to make a person consider impossible things. If only I knew where he was...

Then I would provide him without hesitating.

Mrs. Alicia showed up in the apartment again, her voice colder than before. "Susanna, you're the only clear suspect we can see. If you don't bring back my son in short time, I'll have the police arrest you. You'll confess, one way or another."

My chest tightened. My breathing is faster like a wolf running through the desert, I had done nothing wrong, but the fear was real. This was a powerful family, they were highly ranked among the investors in the country and power can twist the truth into anything. What if they send fake officers? What if they torture me until I admit to a lie?

The next day, it happened.

A group of men in uniform stormed into my room. Their presence was loud, their faces unreadable and not friendly.

"Madam Patrick Susanna," one of them said in a harsh voice, "you are under arrest."

I looked at their uniforms. They didn't look like state police. My voice trembled. "No. This can't be truth. Who are you? What kind of military coup is this?"

One of them stepped closer. "We are federal police officers."

They didn't give me time to argue. I was handcuffed immediately. I didn't resist. I couldn't, even if I want.

And now, I walk toward whatever awaits me. Betrayal. Fear. Uncertainty. Whatever it could be.

But deep in my heart, I whisper: God, please take control. I can't do this alone.