HIS WIFE'S DESIRE

Claire's POV

"Nooo!!!"

"Please, don't do this to me Victor... I know this is not you - please" I begged as tears slipped down my cheeks, trembling as Victor pushed me violently on to top of the bed.

I ran towards the door with my heart pounding, feeling Victor's grip on my arm as he threw me back on the bed... locking the door behind him.

Earlier that night, Victor and I had gone out for a party with some of his friends and partners.

He left me alone at some point to go get some drinks, only to come back and see me with a guy who was trying to woo me, I was already scared that Victor might see us and start thinking something else, but yeah, my 'loving' husband came in on us and flared up in an instant, as always.

After giving the poor guy a jawbreaking blow, Victor dragged me out of the party before it had even gotten started.. embarrassing us in public for the upteenth time, but I was already used to it, the humiliation... abuse, everything.

And yet I was about to face another one.

I watched as Victor walked towards me, trembling as I sat between him and the headboard.

I took a moment to look into his eyes, remembering how they once used to look at me with love and affection.

Now laced with something dark, hungry.

In a flash, the blue-dress i was wearing got ripped off from my body like mere paper.

"Whack!!".

A blinding slap landed on my face.

He started hitting me, sending several blows and slaps across to my face.

"Fuck!!". He cursed silently, before stripping me off my underwear, leaving me stark naked in front of him as I sobbed helplessly.

A sharp breath left his lungs as he hurriedly removed his trousers.

He grabbed my legs and split them apart forcefully, turning me around and began banging me from behind, thrusting in and out of my honeypot forcefully as I winced in pain.

"Ah...Uhh- Victor stop!... Pleasee, I can't take it anymore". I cried silently.

"Shut up bitch!". Victor replied abruptly, thrusting faster than normal.

I winced in pain. "No!!!-let me go Victor, let me go!" I removed myself from Victor and swiftly moved towards the edge of the king sized bed, rubbing my cl*t repeatedly as tears flowed from my eyes uncontrollably.

My hot orgasm sprayed all over the white bedsheets, Victor saw it, pulling me back to him and forcing his d*ck into my v*gina again as he continued thrusting violently.

My orgasm continued slipping on his d*ck. He flipped me on the bed quickly, and began banging me from the front.

He didn't stop there.

He continued, up until his satisfaction.

Fucking me like a whore throughout the night.

THE NEXT MORNING...

I walked out of the bathroom using a towel to dry up my long hair, slightly limping before my gaze fell on a plate of food on the bedside table.

"That's for me I guess". I mumbled, walking towards the bedside table.

I put on a casual dress before opening the food, of course I'm gonna eat... I'm famished!

I went downstairs to watch a movie, but lost interest before I could even start - that's how my life has been ever since I got married to Victor.

Just me in the house all day, watching movies, eating, sometimes scrolling through my phone.

Watching others live their life to the fullest while I was stuck in this prison.

And the worst part?..... I wouldn't even dare go out!, cause Victor stationed guards all around the estate, saying that it's for our safety.

But I'm sick of staying inside all day, I haven't gone out in weeks, only with permission from Victor.

I haven't even seen my family too, I wonder how they're doing, well... by 'they're' I mean my sister, Lena, probably the only person that cares about me.

"But hey, here I am, in this golden cage". I said dryly as I walked into the room, sinking into the soft bed.

"Ding-dong!". The doorbell rang.

I couldn't hear anything else coming from inside the house as I was slowly drifting off to sleep... still tired from last night.

I snapped back, hearing footsteps reach the room.

Who could that be?

The door opened wide, my eyes closed, pretending to be fast asleep.

Then I felt warm lips, slowly placing a deep, wet kiss on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

Warm hands tracing down my smooth skin, from my back... down to my ass.

I let out a soft moan, "Babe". A male's voice breathed on my neck, goosebumps rising on my back instantly.

"Victor, stop". I replied, gently pushing him away from behind me.

"Claire, if it's about yesterday,

then.... I'm sorry". He said out in a low tone.

"I really am, trust me".

"I don't even trust you anyway." I shot back at him.

He let out a soft chuckle.

I slowly turned around to face him.

"How am I sure you're not gonna do it again?". I muttered under my breath.

"I won't do it again, certain." He whispered, winking at me.

"And...". He turned his head, putting his hand down to the floor. "To prove my honesty, I bought something for you".

He raised up a fancy gift bag.

"Take a look". He stretched his hand holding the gift towards me.

I narrowed my eyes at him, taking the gift bag from him slowly.

I sat up on the bed, bringing out the gift box with enthusiasm.

I carefully opened the box, eager to see what's inside.

Jeez!

"You got me a diamond necklace!, how thoughtful of you..." I said in an excited voice.

"Anything for my baby girl". He said playfully, putting my hair behind my ear.

"Now, how about you give daddy some styles". He said with a naughty voice, a smile forming on his handsome face.

Without waiting, he pulled me closer, lying me down with a deep kiss, his hot breath deepening the intensity of the kiss.

His fingers slowly squeeze my boobs, making me moan in response to the effect he had on me.

"Wait-" I said out, breaking the kiss.

"What happened?". Victor replied with a concerned look on his face.

"It still hurts, umm... yesterday?". I said innocently.

He fell on his back with a loud thud, and a disappointed look on his face.

"I'm sorry". I said with a kiddy expression on my face, rubbing my fingers against each other.

"It's not your fault–". He sat up.

He cupped my face warmly.

"Hey, and I'm sorry too". He said calmly before leaving the bed, heading towards the bathroom.

He paused, turning to glance at me.

"Claire. I love you".

....

"What do you mean by that!". Victor's voice boomed from the bathroom.

He was on a call.

"I don't know how it happened, but you'll get me a replacement anyway". A female voice responded on the other side of the line.

I froze immediately I recognized the voice.

I sat up on the bed. "I know that voice". I mumbled.

It sounds... oddly familiar-

Claire's POV

I applied some make-up around my eyes gently, staring into the mirror, my blue eyes blinking back.

I need to get back to my life, but before I do that, I have to ensure a safe exit.

I packed my white hair into a bun as I looked into the mirror, my suit giving me a professional vibe...

I looked through the car window as the car drove through the road slowly.

Today is the day Victor finally allowed me to go out after somewhat ages.

So, I decided to go see my family, because I didn't really have much friends after marrying Victor.

Oh, hi, totally forgot you'd be probably wondering how I got here-

Well... I used to live a normal life back home, almost abnormal btw.

My sister, Lena - the life of the house... And there's me, the wanna be perfect daughter.

All for my dad, cause... he wasn't really present in my life, ever since my step mother, Evelyn showed up at our house when I was seven, to 'take care' of Lena and I.

My mum had died mysteriously when I was younger, and my dad has been avoiding that conversation in forever!...

But that's not my problem.

Neither is Evelyn my problem too.

My real problem is Victor Hale, my forcefully wedded husband, who I had to give up my dreams on because of family.

Yeah!... Family.

The same family that never really regarded my opinions, or even cared about me, all they cared about was their stupid company...

That generated millions, that funded my 'baby girl lifestyle'-but whatever!

The fact still remains that I was never put into consideration at any point, I had to get married to a man I didn't love, for a reason only God knows why.

And sooner or later, I'm gonna find out about my marriage to Victor.

And also, what happened to my mom...

I stepped out of the car, guards following behind me as I looked around the very environment i used to spend school holidays back then as a kid.

'To be honest... this wasn't the life I really wanted'. I heaved a sigh.

All I ever wanted, was to be free.

Free from the noise, gunshots, and all the danger associated with 'The Obsidian Circle', an elite group involving the most dangerous....

And also the most wealthiest gangs in Italy, with a lot of powerful people tied to their name.

And my father, as the "Top Doug", controlling and overseeing...

Every. Single. Operation.

I stepped into the penthouse, the fragrance of roses and fine perfumes instantly greeting my nostrils.

Gold and white lights majestically positioned everywhere, on the ceilings, the white-painted walls, floor...you name it.

And all as good I remember too.

Even though my step mother never liked us, there was one thing that she could never stop loving...

Her love for cleanliness.

And that was our only point of contact in life.

The rest? We don't get along.

And it's better we keep it that way.

A butler approached where I was standing with my guards and gave me a bow.

"He says you should come meet him in the balcony". He said lowly, head faced down to the floor.

"Okay, you may leave now". I replied in a soft tone.

I walked out of the elevator, heading down the hallways.

The sound of my heels clicked along the tiles as I went deeper, pushing open a wide glass door.

The smell of cinnamon and cigars hit my nose immediately, making me feel dizzy for a split second.

The balcony gave an open view to the estate, and the blue sky above it.

The vast land across was covered in grass, where the cows were grazing.

I gazed at the chubby figure smoking and sitting in front of me, his long gray hair weaved all back, bringing out his wrinkled face.

"Is that how you greet your father after seeing him again?". A deep baritone voice spoke in an Italian accent.

"I'm sorry dad, good morning". I said dryly, bowing my head.

"Now that's my girl". He replied, pouring more wine for himself.

I rolled my eyes without him noticing.

"I came to see you father". I said as I stood in front of him.

"Sit". He drank from his glass of wine.

I sat down across him, crossing my legs. "It's been a long time since we've talked, you know.... like father and daughter". I said in a soft tone, a butler pouring out some wine for me.

"You're a married woman now Marianna, why would you want me pestering you?". He called my nickname, smoke escaping his mouth and nose.

"Actually, I wanted to-". His phone call cut me off.

"Sorry Mi amor, I have a meeting to attend, we'll talk about it later". He carried his phones and walked out with his guards.

I heaved a sigh, realizing I was now alone.

I stood up after a while to take my leave, walking down the hallways.

I was hoping to see Lena, but it doesn't look like she's here, and I can't even wait for her.

I have to be back home after two hours, and it took us almost forty minutes to get here.

Thank God I didn't meet Evelyn though.

"I really wanted dad to hear me out, even if it was just this once". I heaved a sigh.

I got into the car and sat by the window as it drove off, thinking about life with Victor which has been going on for four years now, even though it wasn't always like this.

I had tried remembering the voice from the phonecall, but it didn't really clear out.

A text came in on my phone, snapping me from my thoughts...

I paced around the room angrily, waiting for Victor to come back.

"Ding-Dong!". The doorbell rang, Victor's footsteps rise as he was approaching the room.

He pushed the door open, closing the door behind him.

"Oh, you're back, how was your day darling?". He asked with a smirk on his face.

"You know what you did Victor!"

"What did I do?". He asked innocently, removing his shoes.

"You fucking removed two hundred million dollars from my foreign reserve, knowing fully well that's my life savings". I spoke out, tears welled up in my eyes but I fought them back.

Victor came closer.

"And what are you going to do about it, huh?".

"Don't you fucking say that!"

"Whack!"

A stinging slap landed on my face.

He pushed me on top of the bed, walking closer to me.

"Everything you have belongs to me now". He said angrily, his eyes now red.

Victor's POV

I went outside the room, locking the door behind me.

Cause that's all I could do, walk out... before I might do something I'm going to regret.

I reached downstairs, sitting at the bar to get a drink.

Even if I know she's of no use to me now, I still need her alive, long enough to complete the second phase of my plan.

.....

Her father came to me some years ago, seeking for a loan of forty million dollars to save his falling company from bankruptcy.

But he couldn't meet up the deadline.. according to my plan.

And just when I was about to kill him at a private meeting in his house.

A beautiful damsel named Claire walked in majestically... looking for her father.

Pure Italian blood.. Beautiful eyes and sexy body, why not?

The perfect figure to satisfy my urges whenever it came around, and she always delivered.

Because I made her to.

But definitely... I couldn't do all this without some help.

I only married her to deal with her father, I knew he couldn't stand to see his precious little daughter dying slowly under my command.

But what could he do about it?

Nothing . Absolutely Nothing!

Because I'm the one in control here, and until I get what I want, nobody's leaving!

"I am.. the one and only- Victor Hale!". I chuckled softly.

"I should probably go check on Claire, to know what that bitch is up to". I staggered, going up the stairs.

I pushed open the room door, slacking on it for support.

"Claire... what are you doing?". I said slowly, teasing her.

"Claire!". I barked, narrowing my eyes to see her in the dark room.

"Oh there you are... you know, you got me scared there for a minute".

I turned on the lightbulb, seeing her lifeless body on the floor.

WAIT, LIFELESS?

"Claire?". I tugged her with my legs.

"Oh no...no... no, she can't be dead yet, I haven't even entered the final phase of my fucking plan". I paced around the room worriedly.

She can't be dead, right?

"Claire". I tugged her again.

"Hospital? Yeah.. hospital-". I spoke out, the alcohol instantly clearing from my eyes.

....

In all my years of killing people, I've never ever checked on anyone after shooting them, assured that they're already on their way to the other side, but today... I didn't even shoot anyone, I just slapped her and now she's here, in the fucking hospital!!

"Hmmmh". I sighed softly, running my fingers through my hair. "I just hope she's not dead". I exhaled sharply.

I ran towards the nurse who came out of the ward Claire was admitted to. "You can go in, she's awake now". The nurse said politely.

I went into the ward with Lena, I had called her to come stay beside her sister, since they seem to love each other so much.

My eyes fell on the doctor, who seemed to be going through some kind of report, and my 'darling' Claire lying down on the bed.

Scratch that last part.

Her eyes opened slowly, her gaze growing intense on seeing me.

Just the way I like it.

Lena ran to hold her, "Sis how are you doing, hope they're treating you well, how are you feeling now?".

"I'm fine Lena". Claire replied weakly.

"What happened to her?". Lena blurted out.

"Well, she was brought in by Mr Victor here, who said he found her unconscious". The doctor replied.

Lena cast a glance at me, tilting her head back to Claire, who's gaze was on me.

"Has she eaten anything yet?". I asked the doctor.

"No, she just regained consciousness, but you can get her something to eat now". He replied .

"Okay, Lena... Go get some food for your sister". I handed Lena some cash, watching her as she left.

"Her test results will be out soon Mr Hale, I'll be in my office". The doctor said before leaving Claire and I in the ward, alone.

"Okay, thank you doctor". I said to him.

"How are you feeling now?".

I asked Claire, but she didn't respond, instead she rolled her eyes.

"You know, the only reason you're still in that position right now is because of me, roll your eyes again and I'll make sure you won't have any to, forever". I said coldly and left the room.

I waited outside the ward while Lena fed Claire, later on, the doctor finally called us, and I went in with Evelyn... who just arrived, to hear the 'announcement'.

The doctor cleared his throat. "Well, I'm pleased to announce to you, Mr and Mrs Hale-". He paused to look at Claire and I. "That you both are expecting a baby". He continued.

"Baby?"

I stood still as everything around me went into blur, the last sentence from the doctor reviberating through my eardrums.

I can't believe it!

Finally!

The heir to my throne of glory is fucking coming!

What I've been waiting for, all these years.. is finally here!

I ran towards Claire swiftly, hugging her and kissing her on her forehead, down to her stomach, I knew she was surprised... but I couldn't help it!

"Thank God!". I mumbled to myself.

"Enjoy your day sir". The doctor said, handing me the test results.

"Give me that!". Evelyn yanked it from his grip before I could even hold it.

She chuckled on seeing it's content.

Lena gave me a jealous look and stormed out of the room angrily.

What's her deal?

I went outside after a while to look for Lena, only to find her in the parking lot, pacing back and forth restlessly.

"What's your problem Lena?".

"Don't ask me that". She shot at me, crossing her arms.

"This changes everything". She spoke out.

"Now here's the plan-".