His Slave, His Unwanted Wife

ALYSSA

"And who the fuck you gave the permission to leave this God damn house, Alyssa? Who the fuck?"

I was almost deafened by the loud screams of my husband, Lambert... Tears welled up in my eyes as he gripped my long hair so tightly, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

His face turned even more red with anger. "You...You didn't answer me, you bitch! I'm asking who said you could leave? Answer!"

I could no longer hold back my tears. I don't care how many times he hurts me or yells at me. But I can't stand him calling me a bitch. It hurts. Very hurts. Because I am not that one, God knows I'm not!

"What! you're not really going to answer?" He pinched my cheek so that the loud sob that I had been suppressing disappeared. "You still want to hurt yourself?"

"I-I'm sorry. I just met Ishani." I told the truth, but he didn't seem to believe me.

He closed his eyes tightly and suddenly gave me a loud slap. "Liar!"

I fell to the floor!

It was as if I was deafened by the force of his hard slap, and I could only hear my cries and sobs.

My right cheek was numb from the pain, but the fact that I was his wife was even more painful, but he could do it to me.

He pulled my hair again and forced me to stand up. I screamed in pain! It was as if my hair was about to be removed from my scalp.

I grabbed his arm because I felt like I was going to fall again. My knees were getting weak. I don't think I can accept his next pain.

"You mean, you've met your man again!" he shouted right in my face. "Can't you really get along with me, huh? Why do you keep meeting other guys? Am I not enough?"

"I have no one else, Lambert. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"I don't care how many times you say it because I will never believe your lies again!" He suddenly picked me up and threw me on our bed.

I immediately pulled the blanket and covered myself because I already knew what he was up to with me.

"What did your man do earlier, huh?" He had already unbuckled the belt of his slacks. "Did he fuck you so good? Is he better than me?"

I tightened my grip on the blanket. I want to tell him, 'Not now please ... not now'. My body was weakening, and I couldn't take it anymore.

But I still couldn't fight back. I was even more confused when he pulled my leg and forcibly removed the blanket wrapped around me. "P-please, Lambert, no!"

I cried harder, but he didn't really feel sorry for me. He even forced me to stand at the foot of the bed.

She lifted my skirt and took off my panties. I struggled, but he just squeezed my hands behind my back and did what he wanted to me.

I could do nothing but cry. I cried until he got tired of what he was doing. I'm his wife, but he treats me like that; it's like he's going to kill me.

Very painful! I hope he just really left me. I hope he just left me if he couldn't forgive me for the sin I committed.

Everything...All has changed since that day. My own husband hated me even more now than he did before. He hates me so much...to death. He now only wants my body and wild filthy sex with me. And that hurts me so much and breaks my heart.

• • •

When Lambert was done with me, he just left me here in the room alone. I no longer know where he went.

I cried and cried all night. I released again all the resentment I had endured for so long. How long will I be like this? It was just a mistake, but it seems like he wants to repay me for the rest of my life.

Lambert never loved me!

From the beginning, he didn't want me. We didn't get married because we love each other. We got married because our parents said so. Big yes, arranged marriage for the sake of business partnerships.

But I was happy back then because I like Lambert. He's the man of my dreams. I love him so much and I see my future with him. Even though he didn't love me because he had a girlfriend then, and he just really forced himself to marry me, I accepted it and waited for him to love me as much as I love him.

But many months passed, and I did not feel even the slightest bit of love from him. He didn't seem to like me. He was so cold and distant. Until I just got bored with our setup.

I'm just a woman, and I wanted to be loved, so I gave up on him and had an affair with someone else.

I know what I did was wrong. That happened a year ago, but until now, I am still suffering the consequences. This is what they call karma.

Sometimes I pray that he will just leave me. But I knew in my heart that I could not afford to lose him. I love him.

I was just really stupid then; I hurt him. And now, I know he won't really be able to love me anymore. He said I'm a bitch, but that's not true. I loved no one but him.

I'm just human. Making mistakes. I will do everything just so he can forgive me. I will accept all his pain if that is the only way we can get along.

• • •

I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep.

I just woke up when there was a series of knocks on the door. I find it hard to open my eyes because they are so swollen. I glanced at the time. It's one o'clock at midnight.

"Alyssa!" The door slammed again. "Get up, open it!"

I just woke up and was confused. Of course! I didn't want Lambert stayed in outside very long.

I quickly went to the door to open it even though my body was still weak and my head was throbbing in extreme pain.

"Alyssa! Shit! Open this door!"

My hands were shaking when I opened the door for him.

I was exposed to a flaming angry Lambert.

The edge of his gaze on me! He looks drunk again. The strength of the smell of a mixture of alcohol and cigarettes clung to his long-sleeved polo.

I was stunned when he suddenly grabbed me by the shoulder. "What did I tell you, huh? Didn't I tell you, don't close the door on me?!"

"I-I'm sorry. I fell asleep when you left, and I forgot to let it ope...."

"Lambert, honey?"

I could no longer answer because I was surprised when someone else suddenly spoke.

I looked out of the room and just widened my eyes when I saw another woman here in our house!

I don't know who she is or where my husband found her.

She approached me and stared at me from head to toe. She smiled even more than once and turned her gaze to Lambert. "Oh darling, you didn't tell me you hired a new maid."

My eyes widened! Then I looked down at my yellow dress. Is that how I look? Yes, I've noticed that I've lost weight since Lambert's hand was on me, but maybe I still don't look like a maid.

I then looked at my husband. But he just gave me a bored stare. "Don't mind her," he even said to the girl. "She's just my wife."

I quickly shrugged my shoulders. I averted my eyes because the corners of my eyes immediately became hot. Just his wife? I can't believe he said that. I feel my heart pounding!

"Honey, I'm leaving," the woman added. "I'll just call you later. Bye!"

After that, I dared to look at Lambert again. "Y-you brought a girl here?"

He just chased me away and went straight into the room. "Yes, I did. Is there a problem?"

"How could you do that? You have a wife here, and then you bring another woman to our house?"

He looked at me badly, and it was only then that I knew I had triggered him again.

Suddenly he approached me again and violently grabbed me by the arm! "Bitch you still have the urge to tell me that now, ah? How fast did you forget what you did to me? Fine!"

He suddenly pushed me! "Let's talk about flirting or even making out with someone else, Alyssa. All right, let's clean up! If you talk now, it's like you're innocent, ah. Who was the first to fool us? Am I, huh? Am I?"

"Don't clean up because it doesn't suit you," he added. "If I'm flirting with another woman, you don't care. Thank you, and we're doing it here, so you know! Unlike you, the strength of your stomach to hide your flirtation from me. Isn't that more painful?"

I closed my eyes tightly because I was already crying. "How many times do I have to apologize to you?"

"I don't care because I will never, ever forgive you!" Annoyed, he walked away from me and, without saying a word, hit the wall!

I immediately covered my ears in extreme fear. He was so angry; he might suddenly follow me!

"You have no idea how much you've hurt me, Alyssa! I tried my best to love you, to make things work for us. All I ask is that you wait for me until I learn to love you. But what did you do? Ha 'you go with another man when I fell for you! You didn't know how painful it was when I saw you with that asshole. I wanted to kill you. The both of you!"

I covered my face, still crying. Though I still tried to calm myself down. "Please, just give me another chance Lambert. I promise I...."

I didn't finish what I was about to say because he suddenly approached me again and grabbed me by both shoulders.

"Give you another chance? Bitch you don't deserve to be given another chance. You're a disgusting woman! I'll return the question you asked earlier. How could you do that? You're married!"

"If I only knew you were going to flirt and you wouldn't be faithful to me, I hope I wouldn't have agreed to marry you. I should've dropped that fucking arranged marriage thing. I wish I had just kept with Leona, and I just married her, not you! You're worthless, Alyssa. You heard me? Worthless!"

I feel like my world has stopped spinning.

I can't hear anything else now, but my heartbeat seems to be coming out of my chest. In the agony of what he said, he almost grabbed my heart and crushed it in front of me.

He regretted that he agreed to marry me? I just heard that from him. He was always shouting at me and laying hands on me, but this was the first time he had been involved in our arranged marriage and his ex-Leona.

I looked at him. I tried to caress his cheek to calm him down even though I was already upset, but he just pushed my hand away. His every breath was so fast that it was as if he was about to explode again. He's so mad at me.

"Lambert, I'm sorry," I emphasized my word so that he would feel I was serious. "Please. What do you want me to do just so you can forgive me?"

He pushed me slightly away from him and shot me a sharp and frightening look. "Be my slave then."

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• • •

I reached over, squinting, and shut the ringing alarm clock off.

I've been really awake before, but I can't get out of bed. The pain in my whole body, especially between my thighs. Lambert never let me sleep again last night. When he said he wanted me to be his slave, he actually meant sex slave.

I'm getting used to it. We've been married for two years now, and we do that thing almost every night, every morning, or whenever he can be reached. Sometimes my body gets really tired. I don't have the same strength as he does. He could throw me on the bed, bend down, and lift me up on top of him without difficulty. That's why I think I'm losing weight.

Though I can't really say, he's forcing me to do it because sometimes, I like it too. God knows how much I love this man lying beside me. And if this is the only way I can feel him, I can handle it.

Lambert is a monster in bed!

He wasn't like this before. When we got married, he didn't touch me for about a month. I always felt that he wasn't really interested in or attracted to me.

And the night we did that, he was so gentle. Like he was really respecting me and my body.

But now, he's different. He has changed a lot. I've never imagined he could be this wild and rough in bed.

I glanced at him now next to me. He was still sound asleep, obviously tired as well- maybe not just because of our intercourse but also because of his disappearance last night.

I adjusted the wrapping of the blanket around my naked body and lifted myself up to see him better. His thin, pinkish lips are slightly opened.

My husband is handsome, especially when asleep. This is the only time he is not angry. When he is angry or drunk, he looks scary. I miss the old him - his gentle face. The one who had no reaction and was stuck was his former lover, but at least he wasn't angry.

I was just stunned now when his eyes widened slightly.

He looked at me for a moment before turning away. "What are you looking at?"

He was irritated again. I just lowered my gaze and went back to lying down.

When the frown on his forehead was gone, and he looked like he was asleep again, I squeezed him and hugged him.

I rested my head on his firm chest and listened to his heartbeat. I really feel like he will push me away like he always does when I hug him, but he doesn't. He stayed still. Maybe he was really tired and didn't have the strength to push.

I just used this opportunity to hug him for a long time. I can't do that when he's awake, eh?

• • •

It was seven o'clock in the morning when Lambert and I finally woke up.

I prepared breakfast for him as soon as I woke up so that he could get himself ready. He is still going to the office.

Lambert is an heir, and he currently works at our families' business. My family's Hotels and Casino business and Lambert's Airlines have merged since we got married-just as planned.

"Brownie," Lambert suddenly called to me now. "Help me on this."

I first stopped washing the dishes here in the kitchen and approached him to fix his necktie. He seemed to be in a good mood because he called me by my nickname. Maybe it's good to be awake.

"What dish do you want later?" I asked him. "I'll cook."

"I'm not going to eat here."

I shrugged my shoulders. "Why? You rarely eat with me."

"I have a dinner meeting."

"Ah. What time are you coming home?"

"I don't know. Can you don't ask me questions? I'm bored."

I calmed down and just continued to fix his tie. This is how he really is. His patience was short, and he did not want to repeat himself.

After I adjusted his necktie, I ironed with my hands the little tangle on his long-sleeved polo. My husband has a toned body. So I could feel his hard chest and arms as I adjusted his dress. He is also tall. He's around five feet and ten inches tall, I think.

I notice now that he is staring down at me as my palms caress his clothes. I've made him feel that way before. Looks like I know it's going to continue.

I know my husband very well. I know the meaning of all he thinks. I knew he was planning to do something to me again.

And I wasn't wrong.

He suddenly pulled over my ponytailed hair, so I immediately looked up. He buried his face in my neck and started kissing me there!

I wanted to push him away, but his speed lifted me up and made me sit on the dresser. He quickly pulled down my shirt and touched a bulge of my chest.

I sighed! "L-Lambert, you're going late."

"Shut up. We'll do this quick."

I have no fight. I just closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted.

• • •

As I expected, Lambert was late for work. Now we can get dressed very easily.

I adjusted my shirt and tied my hair while he hurriedly buttoned his polo shirt. After I did, I immediately approached him to help with the closing.

But his speed just dodged. "It's me. Just bring my laptop to the car."

I obeyed. I grabbed the laptop bag that was sitting on his work desk and went straight to his car outside.

After a while, he also left the house. I just waited for him here next to this car. I want to make sure he's all set to leave.

As I walked closer, I noticed that he was confused about adjusting his necktie. I was just shaken. Men don't know how to tie a tie properly.

"Let me do it," I offered when I got close to him.

He let me do it. "Make it fast. I'm late."

"You wouldn't have been late if you had left earlier."

He suddenly glared at me. "Are you expecting me?"

"No. Sorry." I hurried to fix his necktie, and then I rubbed his polo shirt again with my hands. "Be careful driving."

"Of course I will."

He opened the car door afterwards. "Don't leave the house. And don't let anyone else in either."

I bowed. Every morning, he would tell me this. I have memorized even the strict tone of his voice. When will he kiss me on the forehead and say 'I love you' before he goes to work?

I just nodded. "Okay. I'll just stay here."

He got in the car and turned it on.

I followed his gaze until he was far away. I even waved, but I don't know if he saw.

When he turned the corner, I turned around and entered the gate of the house. But before I could finally get in, I felt like someone else was outside.

"Alyssa."

I was stunned for a few seconds.

I know that voice! I turned around and just stared at the man now standing outside the house. I wanted to tell myself that I was just mimicking, but no. It's really him! Zeke-the guy I had an affair with!

I felt a mixture of shock and nervousness. "W-what are you doing here? How did you find out where I live?"

I cannot believe it! When did he return to New York?

He stared at me deeply. "It's good that you still know me. I thought you really buried me in oblivion."

I didn't answer him, and I was going to close the gate so he couldn't enter, but he was strong, and he pushed it open immediately. He even pulled me over the waist and suddenly hugged me tightly!

My whole body literally stiffened! "What are you...what are you doing!"

"I miss you."

"Get away from me!" I used all my energy to push him away, but he didn't let go. "Zeke, what the heck!"

He suddenly pulled me away from him, but he was still holding both my shoulders. "What's wrong with you? You're not like that, and that's not the reaction I expect from you. Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Happy? Of course, I'm not. Go away, and maybe Lambert will come back and see you here."

"I don't care about him. Come on, come with me. I'll take you away from here."

My eyes went huge! "What? Are you crazy?"

"I know what your situation is with Lambert. I know he's hurting you. So come with me now."

I removed his grip on me. "What are you saying? My husband isn't hurting me. We're living happily together."

"Come on, Brown. You don't need to make stories. Your cousin already told me everything."

My shoulders dropped at once tightly. That Ishani! He probably also told Zeke where I live now.

I was surprised when he suddenly pulled me out. "Let's go."

I immediately clung to the gate. "No! Let me go. I don't know what Ishani is telling you, but I won't go with you." I let go of his grip with all my might. "Go away, Zeke. Don't show up here again if you don't want my husband to hit you again."

"I'm not leaving without you. I've been enduring this for a long time, Brown. I tried to keep quiet and not interfere, but I can't ignore the fact that he's hurting you."

"I already said he wasn't hurting me."

"Then how can you explain that?" He pointed to the bruise on the side of my lip.

I just pushed his finger away. "That's nothing."

"Alyssa! If I only knew that this is what he would do to you, I would never let you come back to him. I wish I had just really run away with you."

"Stop it. Forget about me. Whatever happened between us is over."

"Okay. What, that's just the way it is?"

I didn't answer him.

I stared at him for a long time until he gave up and suddenly straightened his hair and sighed as if he had calmed himself.

"Let's go out." The tone of his speech changed. "We need to talk properly. It's not like that."

"Do you hear what you're saying? We don't have anything to talk about."

"We still have a lot to talk about. Let's meet at the restaurant we used to meet."

"I will not go."

He glared at me. "If you won't come, I won't stop coming here to your house. I don't care if Lambert and I get caught."

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