His not so beautiful wife 1-2

"Come on man she is staring at you for like 30 minutes now!! Go and approach her!"

Said Cam hitting on Ashton's arm.

Ashton looks up from his bourbon glass, following his friend's stare.

She sure was beautiful but not to his match.

He ignored the seductive looks she was giving and the way she was biting on her lips to get his attention.

Looking at the bartender he ordered another glass of his favorite whiskey.

"Oh come on man! She is damn hot! Why are you no-"

"Stop it already Cam! You know he never approaches a girl first !"

Said Mason while placing his arm on Cam's shoulder with a small smirk lingering on his lips.

Cam sighed in defeat and ordered a glass for himself as well.

"I wonder why every girl has to go after him only, I mean there are other handsome gentlemen like me available as well!"

He said glaring at Ashton while Mason broke in laughter at his friend's defeated face.

"Man up if you want to attract a girl, these whinings will not get you anywhere,"

Ashton spoke as he gulped the drink in one shot ready to leave.

As soon as he turned around, his body collided with someone and he saw them falling from the impact.

His hands automatically moved forward to support the person and he grabbed the person's small waist.

Looking down he saw the same girl that was staring at him a few minutes back clinging on to him for support.

Pulling her up he placed her back on her feet again and moved back from her.

"Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't saw you there handsome! oh shit, I spilled my drink on you !! I am so sorry!"

She spoke trying to sound seductive while placing her hands on his toned chest, where the drink has just spilled.

He knew these tricks quite well and her voice was giving him a headache already.

Lifting her hand from his chest he moved back from her while she continued to apologize.

A look of rejection apparent on her face as she noticed his small action.

Without even bothering to give her a reply he made his way to the washroom.

Removing his shirt while looking at himself in the mirror, he started washing the stain under the faucet.

Next, he moved towards the hand dryer and placed his shirt under it.

"You know I can't Vi !! He is going to kill me if he finds out!!......I...I am hiding in a washroom cubicle"

Ashton looked amused hearing a girl hiding in the men's washroom.

And on top of that screaming on her phone like she owned this place.

Girls can be so dumb he thought.

"I'll see if he is still there!! Okay? Will call you later...bye!"

So she is going to come out from her hiding spot, how interesting!

She slowly came out looking here and there and then her innocent eyes fell on that perfectly muscled back of a man and she shrieked with surprise.

He turned around to come face to face with an average girl with small brown eyes and plain hair.

Simple fu**** plain Jane

He thought.

He was hoping for a sexy girl in some beautiful dress.

But she was as simple as a girl can ever be.

Wearing a big baggy shirt and black jeans, her hair tied in a messy bun, and her face devoid of even an eyeliner.

He lost interest in her and refused to acknowledge her.

Turning his back to her again, he proceeded to dry his now stain-free shirt.

But she didn't have any such intention.

"Are you a freaking pervert!! Standing in girl's washroom like this!! You want to do a strip show go do it outside you fuc**** as****!!"

He sighed not expecting her to be a little firecracker with no mind.

He looked at her over his shoulder and she again reacted.

"What? You don't understand English? Should I speak French?hmmm....ya....ce....le... toilette filles...."

He smirked at her crooked words

"It is "c'est Les toilettes des filles.....tu es stupide fille(you stupid girl)!'

"Whatever!! Now get out before I scream and call the security!"

He was getting irritated with her, his shirt was still wet and this girl was not letting him even stand here.

"What? Are you ignoring me!! I said get the hell out you pervert!"

He did the opposite, it was time to teach her a lesson of respect.

He started moving towards her and saw her eyes flickering between his toned chest and his eyes.

Her steps receding and soon her back touched the door of the cubicle she was hiding in.

"Wh..at... step..back ....why are you......."

His face was stone cold like always, getting a reaction out of him meant you must have done something big.

She was going to scream when they heard some male voices coming towards them and as soon as the door handle moved she was pushed back inside the cubicle with a big hand muffling her scream.

"Man I am wasted tonight! My head is already bursting!"

"You even stole my shots!! What do you expect !"

"By the way where is Ashton? Didn't he said he was going to the washroom!"

"I don't know man!! He is the mysterious one, what can I say?"

The girl had her eyes wide, staring at the Adonis-like chest of the man in front of her.

They were both standing in a cubicle with his hand on her mouth, his naked chest touching her, and his eyes looking at the cupboard above her head.

Not bothered to even look at her.

The wheels rotated in her mind and once the realization came in, she stared at those cold eyes with regret and fear.

This was men's washroom!

Oh no, why does she have to speak so much?

And that also to a beautiful specimen like him.

Soon the men left the washroom and she found him moving back from her instantly as if her touch burned him.

She found a blush coming up on her cheeks and she could no longer look at those eyes.

"I.....is.. this....the... men's washroom...?"

She asked afraid of his reply.

He didn't reply, instead, he proceeded to put on his shirt and with one final cold look at her, he was out of the washroom.

Stupid!

How can she be so stupid? She was in a hurry, agreed but how can she enter the men's washroom without looking.

Damn! It was so embarrassing.

At least he stopped her from further embarrassing herself, she thought, coming out from there.

............................................

He joined his friends with them asking him what took him so much time and he gave an excuse excluding her from his answer.

The stupid girl was not worth much mention anyways, he thought.

As soon as he thought so his eyes involuntarily landed on the face of the odd one out in this entire place.

She was shifting her weight from one leg to another as a boy was what looked like scolding her.

Her head was down in defeat and she was moving her head in a no.

What was she a child? And who was that? Her boyfriend?

Then unexpectedly her eyes met his and he felt strange all of a sudden.

He wanted to shift back his gaze to the beautiful girl standing next to him, but he just couldn't.

There was a pull in her eyes that was stopping him.

"Ash man what are you looking at?"

Cam asked and he was able to break eye contact with her.

"Nothing"

He said and gulped the leftover drink in one go.

The next time his eyes fell on her, she was being dragged out of the club with the boy holding her hand firmly and her head held down in defeat.

Just when he was going to look away from her, her head tilted to the right and her eyes caught his stare for the second time.

She spoke a word which looked like a sorry and with one last look she was out of the club.

He looked back at the girl blabbering something about her next concert but for a minute or so the so-called boring unattractive girl occupied his mind.

Elle Hamilton

The youngest of three children in the family, Elle was always the odd one.

Her elder brother Thomas was a university topper and now a top neurosurgeon. He got his looks from his mother and with those grey eyes and brown hair, he was a heartbreaker for sure.

Her elder sister Rosaline Hamilton was the epitome of female perfection. With blonde hair and grey eyes, she was a top model in New York City. Her commercials going on day and night on the TV and her posters everywhere you go.

The youngest one was our dear Elle Hamilton,25 years of age with average looks.

Brown hair, brown eyes, and light brown skin unlike the white pale of her siblings and parents.

She was not soft-spoken like her sister, instead, you may call her a disrespectful brat if you get to have a bad encounter with her.

But still, she was the sweetest of all, her heart was pure and she could do anything for those she loved.

She wasn't as successful as her siblings and she did get to hear from relatives that she was a disgrace on the Hamilton's.

She loved helping and indirectly became a maid to her sister's orders.

She gave everything but got nothing in return.

Her brother and sister were overprotective or disgraced of her she couldn't distinguish.

She avoided going to parties because she hated hearing others talk about how undeserving she was.

She held a degree in veterinary, which was a great career according to her, but others just laughed at her ambitions.

"One child is saving lives, the other is a top model, and the third one? She is working in a barn, covered in hay, giving deliveries to a calf."

These were the words she heard some elite women at a party laugh about and that too at her face.

She loved animals and her career gave her happiness but these people could never understand this.

Elle was without a doubt the odd one out in her family but this didn't make her any less special.

She was gold and only the eyes of a goldsmith could see her true beauty.

...........................................

Hamilton Mansion

10:42 pm

The whole family was sitting in the living room with Mrs. Hamilton's voice screaming at a high pitch.

"Didn't I say not to go Elle! You were grounded! Now, do I need to lock you in your room next time?"

The girl rolled her eyes but kept silent. In no mood to argue.

"Elle child you should listen to your mother. You are no longer a kid, rolling eyes like a 12-year-old are not acceptable."

"But dad-"

"Not a word Elle! Your dad will not take your side this time! Just look at your sister. Learn something from her at least.!"

"Like how to be a bitch?"

She said slowly but her mother heard her.

"Elle! Don't you dare call her that when you can never be like her! She is soft-spoken, gentle, and has etiquettes unlike you who is just an embarrassment to our family name!"

The last line came out low but Elle still heard her.

"Softly spoken my foot! It is just a veil! She is double-faced and I can never be like her! "

"Elle, just say sorry and let it go! Why are you making it a big deal?"

Her brother Thomas said, speaking for the first time.

"I am making it a big deal? You were making it a big deal when you dragged me out of that club and told her !"

Elle said pointing towards her mother.

"Elle, you can't go to that club alone! Why don't you understand!"

"I was not alone! V was with me and what's the big deal? You never stop Rose from going? Then why me!"

"Stop comparing yourself with Rose Elle, you are not her!"

"Exactly my point mom! I am not like her so stop Fu**** comparing me with her every damn time!"

With this, she was gone and next they heard the sound of a door slamming shut in the silent hallway.

"This girl is just a disgrace! The words she uses! God forbid if anyone from my royal family hears her!

I don't know what to do with this child!"

"Maybe if she gets married, she will learn to be responsible?"

Mr. Hamilton suggested and everyone saw a point there.

"I will begin looking for suitable matches tomorrow only but I don't want Elle to know about this"

Everyone nodded and went their way to call off the night.

...........................................

Her pillow was wet with teardrops, her eyes were swollen and her mind in turmoil.

This was nothing new, since childhood she was always neglected and ignored.

Her mother never gave her kisses like she gave Rose,

Her mother never tapped her head and said she was proud of her like she did for Thomas.

She never prepared her favorite meal and soon her brother's and sister's favorite became her favorites.

She lived in their shadows and that's how her life has been till now.

"Why can't I be like them? Why am I such a disgrace"

She said in sobs and fresh tears trail her cheeks to salted her lips.

Soon her eyes got dried of tears and she found peace of sleep at 1:00 clock at night.

With a throbbing head and a broken heart, the poor soul accepted her fate.

If only she knew it was all going to change in the next few days.

...............................................

Ashton Lockwood

Heir of Lockwood Industries and an only child.

His parents pampered him with everything he placed his finger on and he was no doubt an arrogant one.

He was a speaker of few words and his face devoid of any emotions.

You can crack your best joke and still he will not smile.

Smirking is his favorite and he does it quite often.

He had everything now as he has taken over his father's business and is running it well.

Everything except one.

His wife.

He was 27 already and his family wanted him to settle down.

He also wanted the same as he was himself quite bored with one-night stands and possessive whores.

He wanted a perfect wife and finding her was as difficult as it sounded.

Beautiful was at the top of the list, family and qualification all came later.

He wanted to feel proud to call her his.

He wanted a beauty that would turn heads, but little did he knew that beauty is not always external.

Oblivious to its true meaning.

..........................................

"The way he saw beauty was just a veil

If only he had the eyes to see what lay underneath."

.................

Lockwood Mansion

11:30 pm

He stood at the roof of his mansion with hands placed on the railing.

His mother stood behind him a bit afraid of his reaction to what she was going to say.

"Your Dad has made it clear Son, you will have to marry the girl of his choice."

He didn't react, instead, his eyes didn't even leave the sight of the moon which he was eagerly staring at.

"I know Ash it is your life, but your dad is quite adamant on this, he is just afraid of you choosing the wrong girl and ruining everything."

Mrs. Lockwood sighed at her son's lack of response.

It was nothing new, she was expecting this already.

He has mastered the art of not showing his emotions, no matter what the situation is.

"Son...please don't be angry -"

She placed her hand on his shoulder and he reacted.

"I will talk to him myself mom, you should rest. It's late."

She sighed as what he was suggesting was going to be disastrous.

She could already predict a fight the next morning.

But she knew her son's decision is final, she can't argue with him any longer and it was better to leave with a heavy heart.

"Okay, son.If you say...."

She was going to leave when she felt a warm hand holding her wrist.

As she turned she was engulfed by his body and he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"You need not worry mom and avoid taking those sleeping pills every night"

He whispered in her ear and she nodded with a warmness in her heart.

He didn't show but cared a lot for her.

She could see through his every word and emotion, as she was his mother after all.

Soon he receded and before she could catch any other emotion on his face again, he had already turned his back on her.

Making her way downstairs she just prayed for one thing.

Please help the son and father reach a conciliation on this tomorrow.

Or the consequence will not be good.

He stayed there looking at the moon watching its beauty and wondering when he will find her, the one he is looking for.

The next day.

9:46 am

"You think I don't know of your ways? How you tarnished my image by being a casanova! Even if you have stopped now, it doesn't mean you are responsible! I will not let you bring a gold digger into this house and ruin everything I earned working my ass off!"

"You can keep whatever you earned. I am not keeping a penny of it!"

"Oh! Don't you forget now that I was the one who gave you money to start your business! "

"So what? Every father does that, you are no special Mr. Lockwood! I also worked hard to make this company rise! Don't you forget it!"

"I am done arguing with you son! My decision is final! I will choose a girl for you and it will be final! "

"She is going to be my wife! Why the hell will you decide it? Do whatever you want to do! But I will never accept your choice!Never!"

"You will son.,you will and I will make sure of it!"

"I am not someone who you can threaten! I am your Son not some fucking competitor Dad!"

"I know Son and that's why you will listen to me or else forget that I am your Dad!"

"What kind of an emotional shitty game are you playing dad? I said I will not!"

"Then forget that you are the heir of Lockwood Industries! Forget everything you did building this empire along with me!"

Ashton knew his father was not joking, he knew he will not back down now.

"Congratulations Dad! You were again able to control my fucking life! Congrats but keep in mind, I will make you regret your decision!"

With these final words, he was gone slamming the door shut in anger.

Mr. Lockwood sat on his seat and smiled filling his glass with French wine.

"I will never regret my choice my Son because I will choose an angel for you "

He said smiling to himself and sipping the drink.

..................................................

A few days later.

Poultry farm at outskirts of the city

"That one there is the one which is not giving eggs..."

"Is the hen eating a proper diet? Is there enough calcium in the diet?"

Elle asked staring at the hen the poultry owner pointed at.

"Yes the diet is the same for every hen, the calcium intake is rich."

"Then I need to check it once."

Elle said making her way through the room full of hens to reach the particular one.

As soon as she reached it, the hen began running in a full splint.

Elle didn't wait for a second and started chasing it like a madwoman with the caretaker of the farm doing the same.

"You stand near the gate, Sir! It is coming your way!Hurry!"

She screamed but to her horror, the hen escaped from in-between the person's legs and was out of the room.

Shit!

Both screamed with horror and followed it while locking the door behind them.

It was a farm and that also without a boundary, they couldn't wait another second.

Elle being young was much faster than the old poultry keeper and soon she was running after it blindly jumping over the gardened vegetables and vibrant flowers.

Finally, the hen stopped at the road to eat a worm and Elle slowed down catching her breath.

"You nasty little creature! I will kill you and have roasted chicken in my dinner tonight! "

The hen replied with a clucking sound and Elle picked it up in her arms.

Ahe was so engrossed in catching the hen and now scolding it that she was oblivious of the fact that a sleek black car was coming her way, honking at her continuously.

As soon as she turned around to leave with the hen now secure in her arms, her eyes widened with fear as she saw a back car meters away from hitting her.

The screeching sound of the tires was heard and she involuntarily stepped back making her legs wobble and the hen escape from her grip.

Her body hits the rough gravel and she could feel a sharp pain in her elbows.

Looking up she saw a black expensive-looking car, just a few inches away from her.

She sighed in relief and closed her eyes.

Thank God she is fine.

The farm keeper approaches her asking if she was fine. And she politely nods at him, asking him not to worry.

The black door of the car opens and she held her breath for a second.

"I am doomed for today! He will kill me! How stupid of me to just go and stand on the road calling for death! I am not suicidal for God's sake!"

But all her thoughts were brought to peace when a man stepped out of the car with a look of worry on his face.

He had black grey hair and blue eyes, his business suit fitted perfectly and his long confident steps screaming power and respect.

Unexpectedly he crouched down at her level and started examining her wound.

"I am sorry my child! Are you fine?"

"No...sir.....I mean Yes sir! I am completely fine! Don't worry, it's just a scratch...It's fine....nothing is broken.....I am good to go...see...."

She said getting up on her feet and moving her arms to show that she was fine.

The man laughed at her childish behavior and act of bravery.

It was not just a scratch, the gravel had drops of blood showing it was deeper than it and she needed immediate medical attention.

"Come I will take you to a hospital nearby, it requires some antiseptics and bandages"

"No Sir! I will not like to trouble you! I have already caused enough trouble for you. I have tri-'

"No child it's okay...come"

"But Sir!!"

"I insist miss...."

"Elle"

"I insist on miss Elle, I will feel relieved once you have been properly treated"

She was reluctant but then the farm keeper nodded asking her to go.

She obliged and soon the driver opened up the passenger door for her as the man guided her.

She had feathers in her hair, hay in her clothes and she must be stinking so bad but still, this gentleman helped her.

She was thankful for him and decided to voice her words.

"I am sorry Sir, actually that hen just ran off, and I had to check it, so I followed and finally she stopped on the road, and I didn't hear your horn, oh no..how stupid I ca-"

She stopped when she heard the sound of rich laughter and looked up to see the man looking at her with a glint of amusement.

"I said it's alright child... don't be embarrassed about it..I don't judge. I promise..."

"Eh okay if you say so..Sir"

She said timidly and continued staring at the trees going past them.

"By the way what were you doing there..do you happen to live on the farm?"

"Oh no, sir...I am a veterinarian and I was called to check on the hen as it was not laying eggs"

He again laughed and she couldn't help but join him.

"Interesting job you got there....it explains the feathers in your hair at least"

As soon as she heard his words she placed her hand on her hair and started pulling on the feathers

Oh god, it was so embarrassing she thought!

"So miss Elle who is in your family....?"

"Mhmm my father, mother, an elder brother who is e neurosurgeon...., my elder sister, Rosaline Hamilton is a top model and then there is me Elle ...the youngest one..a veteran.."

"Hamilton......you are David's daughter?"

He asked amazed.

"Yaa...you know my dad?"

She asked now afraid of presenting herself in such a way in front of her father's associate.

She was again going to tarnish their family name she thought.

"David and I go back to college days...but recently he has been so busy that he doesn't have time for me! Tell him I am angry with him!"

She nodded with a small smile and saw the hospital approach.

"Thank you so much, Sir...I am sorry to cause you trouble..."

"Let me take you inside child.."

"No..no Sir it's fine...I will manage from here"

"Okay ..be careful then."

He said with a gentle smile and I returned it.

"By the way ...what should I say.....who..is angry with my dad?"

"Tell him, Henry Lockwood, his college best friend is."

With that, he was gone and she stood there staring at the retreating back of the car.

Did he just say, Lockwood?

As in the owner of Lockwood Industries?

I am dead!

Dad is going to kill me!

...................................................

Ashton pov

"Son I have arranged everything, you are to marry this girl only..today you can meet her and get to know her"

His father said with a finalized declaration.

"If she doesn't match my standards ...then what? I don't want everyone to laugh at my choice of a wife...I have rejected proposals of the top models of NYC dad!!"

"I was telling you, not asking you Son. I see my daughter in her and you will make her your wife no matter what!!"

I sighed and stormed out of the room.

What if she is breathtakingly beautiful..hmm well then I will think about my decision.

A few hours later.........

I was sitting in the dining area of one of the top diners here and it's been 20 minutes past the meeting time already.

I hate people who take others' time for granted and already I could feel burning hate beginning in my heart for her.

Elle Hamilton is her name and I have met her father before.

He was a nice guy and I hope he has raised his third child well.

I was ready to get up and leave when I saw footsteps approaching me in haste from behind.

Before I could turn around to see I heard a rugged voice filled with desperation.

"I am sooo...sorry to keep you waiting!! Actually, I was caugh-"

Her steps halted and her words got lost as soon as her eyes fell on me.

"You!!"

She screamed calling for unwanted attention as some people stared at us.

Great!!

It has to be this ugly duckling

Any girl could have been better than her.

I sighed and looked at her once again to see if anything was likable in her.

She continued speaking nonsense as I scrutinized her from top to bottom.

Dull brown hair which was not even completely straight and had knots in them.

She didn't even comb her hair today I thought.

Plain dark brown eyes with small eyelashes ....boring

Her nose was again not perfectly shaped...I preferred sharp ones while her was on a bit wider side

Next, her lips were moving nonstop blabbering about something.

They surely were attractive.

They were a perfect size with the right lustre in them.

Natural pink in color they were an exception to her other features.

My gaze went further to take in her figure if anyone can call it that.

I mean it was just bone and flesh.

No curves

But her legs were surely long enough to be called attractive.

In total she was just average...not someone who you want to spear a second look.

And not to forget her almost nonexisting manners and lack of etiquette.

I bet she is as dumb as she portraits to be.

"I asked you a question, mister!!! I said I will not marry you!! You get that!! I already have a boyfrien-"

She was getting on my nerves....her voice was irritating me and also this unnecessary chaos early in the morning.

I grabbed her arm strongly and pulled her along with me to a guest room in the hotel.

"You jerk !! How dare you touch me!! You arrogant-"

Before she could complete I pushed her to the bed and closed the door.

I haven't even spoken one word till now and this maniac had spoken thousands.

I hated daddies spoiled bit*** like her and it was time to teach her a lesson.

I moved towards her and pulled her up from the bed.

A newfound fear entered her eyes but her nasty mouth refused to show it.

"You may have girls falling at your feet to marry you but I refuse outrightly Mr. Ashton Lockwood!"

Next, I couldn't hear her nonsense anymore and placed my hand on her lips.

Her eyes widened and before she could move her hands I grabbed and locked her tiny wrists in one hand and pulled her back on my chest.

Her muffled voices could be heard but I refused to let go.

Her whole body started thrashing in my grip but all in vain.

Moving her forward I placed us in front of a full wall mirror.

When she looked at herself encaged by me in the mirror her thrashing increased.

I could feel tears wet my hands but I refused to let go before making my point.

Leaning towards her ear I breathed and I could feel a shiver run down her spine.

"Just look at yourself in the mirror Elle...."

I caught her eye in the mirror as she looked between me and her.

"Do you think you can compete even with the who*** with whom I have one-night stands?"

Her brown eyes widened as her body stood still

"Let alone the standards of my wife..."

I moved back from her and she stood still on the verge of breaking down.

Her eyes cast downwards as if she already knew what I was saying was true.

I moved in front of her to urge her to look into my eyes and say what she was saying earlier.

"If my father hadn't threatened me of my lineage I would not have even spared a look at a girl like you! Now listen clear Elle because I hate to repeat myself.....I hate dumb girls like you but I don't have a choice...if you have a choice decide wisely"

She looked down fidgeting with her fingers

"I....also ... don't have a choice..."

I believed in being practical if both of us had no way out we will have to swim together.

"So it's decided, see you at the alter, day after tomorrow"

I was ready to leave when I felt cold hands grab onto my bicep.

"I have a...boyfriend ....and I love him...I will never be able to love you...."

I knew she was lying....she was making up excuses so that I can refuse her hand.

How childish can she be, didn't she listened to me when I said I don't have a choice.

So I decided to play with her game

"Love is not what I want in this marriage...you can love or Fu*** whosoever you want, the only thing I want is obedience...can you give it to me?"

She kept silent refusing to answer.

I pulled up her chin with my

finger and this made her moist eyes land on my angry ones.

"I asked you a question Elle....will you be obedient!!"

She nodded

"Words Elle...I need a verbal response!"

"Y..e..s Ashton..."

"It's Mr. Lockwood for you Elle"

"Y...e..s. Mr. Lockwood."

She will learn soon I thought and placed my hand on her head.

"Good girl"

Were the last words I spoke before moving out of the room.

.............................

She was a crying mess on the hotel room's floor.

The tears she had stopped earlier were now flowing like a waterfall.

She had a plan before coming here.

Her father had made it clear that she was lucky Henry Lockwood asked her hand for his son.

And he wanted her to impress Ashton Al at all cost.

Her mother even went to the extent of teaching her to be seductive to impress him.

But she hated it.

She wanted to reject him at first sight and if not she wanted him to reject her at first sight.

So she concocted a story beforehand of how much she loves her present boyfriend.

But all plannings went down the hill when she saw him.

He was the same stranger she met in the bar a few days back.

The one person whose silence speaks volumes and aura spreads fear.

The first man whose presence alone makes her turn to jelly from the inside.

There was no doubt in this that she was attracted towards him like all other female populations.

But this didn't stop her from going all ballistic on him.

He looked uninterested in her talks and instead she found him looking at her from top to bottom.

His eyes lingered a little longer on her lips and she found it extremely intimidating.

Next, she knows she was thrown into a bedroom and within a minute she was staring at the mirror.

He was right she thought...

She was no match to him in many aspects and she could bet his whores were much more beautiful.

But didn't she knew this already?

She thought how better it would have been if Mr. Henry Lockwood would have asked Rose's hand instead of hers.

He and she would have looked like a perfect couple.

As she stared at his face in the mirror she forgot she excited.

His eyes held hers as his breath tickled her earlobes.

She felt a wave of pleasure run through her which left her as a shivering mess and there was no doubt he had noticed this.

I knew he was forced into this or else who in their sane mind would choose me.

But when he bluntly threw all the reasons at my face and said he hated me I just couldn't look up into his eyes again.

I was ashamed of being a Hamilton....a disgrace to my family name.

I loved his honesty and straightforward attitude.

He was a man of few words but the words he spoke were nothing but downright practical.

I played my last card of concocting a fake boyfriend but it again backfired.

Imagine my future husband just asked me to sleep behind his back with this imaginary boyfriend.

The thing he demanded was obedience when it was the most difficult to give in.

I mean I did tried being polite before but then this world takes you for granted.

But I can't deny the fact that he controlled me like no one else was ever able to.

The coldness in his eyes and rudeness on his lips shuts me up.

My future was destined with him and I cried for it.

My whole life I was looked down on in my parents' home and now my very own husband is going to remind me of my ugliness every single day.

I know he will never fall for an ugly girl like me but my heart had already started beating faster in his presence.

"They said I was ugly but the mirror never lied,

My reflection smiled when I smiled, it cried when I cried.

But one day he stood behind me changing the very definition of beauty.

Those eyes stared at me and those words left a deep hole beneath.

She believed his words like her own

And then she knew

She was ugly no wonder everyone knew

She was Elle Hamilton, a disgrace everyone wanted to get rid of very soon.

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