Rejecting My Ruthless Billionaire Husband

Chloe

"Remember to stay out of my business and my life or I am going to make your stay here a lot worse," Ethan said when his grandmother, Lucille, the matriarch of the Wilson's, left the mansion. I know that he didn't want to get married to me and the feeling is mutual. I had no choice either since I wanted to extend my grandma's life. For her, I am willing to do anything. "Are you not going to answer?" he asked, angrily.

"Yes," I said in fear. Why not, when Ethan Wilson was known to be the cruelest and the most ruthless man in the country? I've known him to be a businessman as I always saw him on television, social media, and even in newspapers and magazines. Many knew about his connections to the underground organization. That's why he was feared by his peers and business rivals. I also know that he has a girlfriend and he has already announced that he is going to marry her. But because I got in between them through Lucille, his anger was all on me. He couldn't get mad at his grandma, right?

I already expected that living with him would never be heaven. With his character, I started to fear for my own life. But I had to stay there and act as his wife, for my grandma. No matter how hard or rough it will be, I am going to try to extend my patience and behave myself in front of this man. After I replied to him, he left the mansion, it was our wedding night and yet, he decided to leave me and probably go to his girlfriend.

He had not told me where I should sleep, but since Lucille took me to his room and he didn't say anything, I thought it was fine if I slept there. What I didn't expect was when I was in deep sleep, someone dragged me from the bed and threw me like a piece of trash on the floor. "Who the hell told you that you could sleep in my room and on my bed??'" Ethan asked angrily. I was so scared because of the way he looked at me. I didn't know what to do or what to say and I was already trembling in fear, especially when I was feeling the pain in my back because of the way he threw me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know. I thought it was fine since I was here and you didn't say anything," I answered.

"Is that how much you want to have me?" he asked, smirking. "Fine, I am going to give you what you want since it's our wedding night," he added, which scared me.

"No, I was not-" I said, trying to reason out, but he grabbed me by the hair and made me look up to him. I was still on the floor on my knees. He was holding my hair with his left hand while I saw his other hand trying to unbuckle his belt, which he did so fast. I had never seen a man do that as fast as he could. Then he pulled down his pants along with his briefs, which scared me even more. I had never seen someone's length ever since and the fact that he was showing his to me made me realize one thing.

"Open your fu****g mouth and don't ever dare to bite me or I am going to have every member of my friends' gang fu** you," he warned. I was scared and fearful. I did as he said and he inserted his length in my mouth. He was huge and I was crying since it was choking me. "First time you tried something as big as mine?" he asked mockingly. I couldn't respond since I had him in my mouth. I had to endure this for my grandma. That's what I told myself as I closed my eyes and let him humiliate me.

He never thinks of me, he even releases himself in my mouth and I want to spit it out, but he stops me by threatening me again. I didn't want to be raped by those gangsters and I had to endure this for the time being. I had to remind myself about that. "You sleep in the next room and never come in here unless I call you," he said after, and shoved my head away from him. I tried to get up even if my knees were shaking and I took a little more time to get out of his room than I wanted.

I was fine when he left thinking he was going to be with his girlfriend. What had happened that he was back already? I never thought that I would be able to suffer like this. I was fine with verbal abuse, but not like that.

The next day, I got up early since I was always an early person. I work hard in school and at work, so my body gets used to it. I went down to the kitchen and tried to help everyone in there. I was glad that they let me, so I started to learn from them as well. Although I grew up poor, I never had a chance to do household chores. My mom always did it and asked me to just focus on my studies. Even when I was working part-time, it was only a simple cleaning of the table and washing the dishes.

Until I get to work at a club. It was owned by Lucille's friend. Even if it was a club, I signed a contract that I do not go beyond serving drinks. The club was for the elite and wealthy, so every waitress had a choice if they wanted to do extra service. For me, I was content with the commissions I got from the drinks I sold and drank. I didn't know that I had a very high tolerance for alcohol until I worked there.

But my grandma's illness needed more than what I earned and I didn't want to be a s** slave to the wealthy, so when Lucille offered me to marry her grandson, I accepted it on the condition that she was going to look after my grandma's medication. She agreed and here I am.

It was 6 am when Ethan went to the dining area and had his breakfast. I still didn't know what to do so I let Cristy, one of the maids, give him his food and he ate in silence. After that, he went back to his room but heard him shouting and yelling, calling for me, so I rushed to go to him.

"Where were you early this morning?" he asked,

"In the kitchen," I replied, not looking at him.

"So, you found the cook handsome and tried to seduce him?" he asked angrily,

"What! No!" I exclaimed as I looked up at him. He was glaring at me, so I looked down again. I didn't want to meet his eyes because of the thought that he might do that humiliating thing again.

He held my face by my chin and raised my head, "You don't want to get caught by me, I am going to kill you if I ever find you hooked up with anyone." he warned. He nodded. "Kneel," he commanded, and my eyes widened. I didn't want it but my fear consumed me so I did what he asked me to do and he started to pull down his pants again. "Look at me," I was at eye level with his maleness. So I looked up to him, "This is what you're good at," he said and pointed his hardness in my mouth, indirectly telling me to take him.

With my eyes closed, I take him in, with Grandma in my mind. I had to remind myself about her condition so I would be able to endure this. Why can't he just fu** with his girlfriend? Why did he have to do this to me? I wouldn't object if he cheated, he could even flaunt it. "Ohh... " I heard him moaning. I didn't know what to do and it was his hands that guided my head. So I wondered why he acted like he liked what I was doing.

That was the beginning of our marriage. Humiliation and then verbal abuse. I had to take it like it was nothing for the sake of my grandmother's medical needs. I will do anything and everything, not because she's the only family I have got, but because I love her with all my heart.

Living with Ethan was livable. If not for that kind of treatment, that I felt dirty and disgusted with myself, and the physical injury that I suffered because of his woman, I would have served him all my life even if I didn't love him. It was Saturday again and I hate this day of the week. Why? Because that woman is going to come to the mansion acting like a wife and the lady of the house.

"Why is the food not ready yet?" She asked, angrily. The maids who were with me in the kitchen couldn't say anything since they didn't want to get on her bad side. "No one is going to answer?" She asked again and looked at me, "You, slut! Move your ass and prepare the table." She yelled at me, so I nodded my head after I told myself that I had to get through this day just like the other weekend that she was here. Just as she said, I move my ass and got plates and other utensils. While everyone was looking at me.

What I am thankful for is that they didn't treat me the way this bitch treated me, even if Ethan was humiliating and abusing me in front of them. They still had respect for me though they were quiet when my husband in the paper was around and they couldn't do anything when he started his verbal abuse but shut their mouths as they gave me that pitiful look.

Everything was set when Ethan came from his little office on the second floor. It was always like that. He would tell his bitch to come and they would stay in his office after their lunch. I never saw them go into his room, but it doesn't mean that they never do their immoral actions. I was not born yesterday and my husband on paper intentionally showed me his infidelity just by bringing the bitch here and letting her act according to her will.

"Hon, you came on time. I just finished preparing the table." The bitch said, that angered Ethan, and looked at me. He pulled me through my chin again and asked angrily,

"You dared let her do household chores?" Because I already knew that the bitch would do this and would act innocent and kind, I did what I thought would boost both their egos.

"I'm sorry, she said that she loves you so much that she wanted to prepare everything for you," I replied in a low voice with my head down. I wanted to smirk at the bitch because I knew that she didn't expect that. "She told me also that you would like to have her serve you since you had planned on marrying her if I had not come," I added, still not looking at them and I don't know what their faces look like right now.

"You don't make her do things here, it's your job and not hers!!" He shouted before he sat down, followed by the bitch which I saw glaring at me in my peripheral view. I looked at Cristy and smiled as she gave me a thumbs-up in secret. We didn't want to get caught by my evil husband.

Oh! I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Chloe Smith. I was an illegitimate child and my father, who impregnated my mother, was a wimp who had no say in their house. He always says yes to his wife, my stepmother. But I don't care about that. After my mother died, she asked my father to take me in, but I love my grandma and I didn't want to leave her, so I just took some allowance from my father and stayed with my grandmother. I study and work at the same time to be able to support her and my needs. The allowance was only for my studies and I wanted to finish it no matter what.

But in the last few months, my grandma has been admitted to the hospital and requires a huge amount of money for her medication. Cancer should be every wealthy person's illness since they had all the money and support they could get, while a poor person like me and grandma had no one and nowhere to go. It's not that I want all the wealthy to get sick, I just hope that sickness will be just like the privilege that wealthy people had. Why do they need to be so lucky to be able to get whatever they want, while poor people have to get what they didn't want for themselves like cancer?

My grandma, I had to always think of her so I could at least feel a little better knowing she was well taken care of. Lucille did her part and was looking after her. I visited her from time to time and, because Ethan didn't want me to leave the mansion, I always went there with his grandma, who was very supportive of me and very caring about me too. It's just that I couldn't tell her what her grandson was doing to me for fear that my evil husband would retaliate if the old woman would reprimand him.

"Chloe!!!" Ethan yelled. Seriously, why did he have to do that when I was just standing beside him? I don't know if he was doing that to scare me, but I am not. I am only fearful about what might happen to Grandma. That's why I was trying not to piss him off, so I didn't need to endure his dirtiness.

"Yes," I replied. He looked at me and, as usual, I averted my eyes to other things so I won't be able to see his face.

"Make sure to clean up the mansion, Mom is going to come and she hates everything that is out of order and unorganized. I didn't want to hear her whine, so you had better do your job if you don't want me to clean the floor with your body." He said and I saw the bitch smirking.

That bitch is Cassidy. I don't know if she loves Ethan. That's why she was staying with him and sticking to him like glue. But I'm sure that because he was wealthy, that's why she loved him if ever. Or she's crazy because there's no sane woman who would love someone like my husband on paper, no matter how rich he was. I am poor, but there's no way that I am going to fall for him, especially when he's a sick maniac.

"Alright," I replied. I was about to call him Sir, but I had to stop myself if I didn't want to be humiliated in front of that bitch. I once called him that and he was very angry because he thought that I was only mocking him by calling him that way. Though I did try to mock him, I also couldn't think of anything to address him. Then the two ate while I and the other maids watched them. What a way to boost their ego.

After about 30 minutes, they were done and they went back to the office. I don't know why they had to be here during that day when Ethan was working. He could have done it for the company.

We started to clean as my husband in paper wanted. I don't know what kind of person his mother was. I have been married to him for 7 months now and I still haven't seen her. "Cristy, do I need to be wary of Ethan's mother as well?" I asked, curiously.

"I'm not sure. I had never seen her get angry at anything other than the cleanliness of her surroundings. Just like Sir Ethan said, she didn't like anything that was out of order. She wanted everything to be spotless." She replied and we continued cleaning.

Everyone works hard, so I thought that Mrs. Wilson was a clean prick. I don't take it against her though. There were people like her in this world. We were done before lunch and the food was ready as well, so anytime now, the devil and the bitch would be coming down from the office, so we started to set the table.

We are ready and we're waiting for them when the gardener comes in, "Ma'am Etheria is here." He said and he looked worried, so I looked at Cristy.

"She's Sir Ethan's mother." She informed me, so I nodded. Then we went to the living room to welcome her. As soon as she entered the main door, the bitch and the devil were already on the top step of the stairs.

"Aunt Etheria," the bitch greeted her, shyly. What's wrong with her trying to act demure? But the woman didn't even look at her but said,

"Are you just going to stand there? Are you not going to welcome your mother?" She asked with authority. She doesn't sound like a mother to her son and I feel like she was angry but didn't want us to know.

"The table is ready, let's eat." The devil replied and started to walk his way to the dining area, followed by his mother. I looked at the bitch and waited for her to go but she didn't make any movement. We were waiting for her to start walking because that's what she wanted us to do.

"Are you expecting us to serve ourselves?" I heard Etheria say. I looked at her and I found her looking at me as well.

"We can't go unless Ma'am Cassidy starts to follow you. We have to go behind her." Cristy said, which made the bitch's eyes widen.

"I see, why don't you come here now, dear?" Etheria said, smiling, looking at the bitch who looked like an idiot now trying to make herself appear like something she wasn't. Wait, is she scared of Etheria? "You're blocking everyone's work." She added and the bitch started walking.

They were all seated and we realized that there was no plate for the newcomer, so I went to the kitchen and got her plate and utensils.

"When and why did you get a new maid?" Etheria said when they started to eat. She was asking her son but I didn't think that he was going to answer her. "You," she said, looking at me. "What's your name?"

"Chloe, Ma'am," I replied. I addressed her that way because Ethan didn't correct her. So I thought he didn't want his mother to know about me. But after that, he got angry and yelled at me,

"Get out of here!"

It was over a week ago and I didn't think Cassidy would be coming over since Etheria was staying in the mansion. She didn't talk to me or ask me anything as if I was nothing though. Maybe Ethan had not told her about me yet. It was fine, she's not a problem for me since she doesn't care about me at all. I do my regular chores and she wasn't the type who would call out someone all the time just to give her what she needed.

Everything seemed OK while Etheria was around. Ethan was not the devil he always was because he wasn't at home all the time. He must have been trying to avoid his mother. Are they not on good terms? The day she came here, I never saw them talking like how mother and son should. Even with Lucille, my husband on paper never talks about her.

"Hello, dear.." Lucille greeted me when she saw me passing on my way to my room. Etheria was in the living room and they were talking when the old woman arrived about 2 hours ago.

"Hello, Lucille."

"Get ready, we're going somewhere," she said, smiling, I got excited and rushed to the stairs and went to my room to change. Before that, I saw Etheria glancing at me. She must be curious about where we are going.

I am going to see my grandma, I know that. It was the only time that Lucille came here and would tell me to get ready. It was always like that. Because I had not seen my loving grandma for almost 2 weeks because she had been very busy lately, Lucille called me and said that she was going to find time this week.

We were in the hospital and I was with my grandma in the ICU. It appeared that she had a heart attack and the hospital called Lucille. That's why she went to the mansion to get there. I noticed that my grandma had been weaker. Every time I visit her, her condition is just getting worse. The hospital has been doing its best, and I can see that. I can't be with her all the time since it isn't allowed in the hospital either. The nurses who looked after her were very nice too. I often saw them talking to Grandma as if she was theirs.

Two hours. That's the time that I could only see the most important person in my life and we had to leave again. "Dear, we will have to go to the company first. I had an important meeting. Will that be OK with you?" Lucille asked. I didn't want to but she would only ask me a lot of questions and my reason for my objection, so I just nodded my head. I just had to be ready for Ethan's anger when he saw me.

Everyone greeted the old woman when we entered the building and they gave me a curious look. We got in the elevator and stopped on the 15th floor. I followed her when she went out and walked straight to her room. Her office, perhaps. But when she opened the door, I was shocked to see Ethan behind the office table working. He looked at us and his forehead creased when he saw me.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, looking at me.

"I have a meeting. We went somewhere and I had no time to take her home, so I brought her here instead." Lucille said, "Chloe dear, have a seat and feel at home." she told me, pointing at the couch not too far from us. It must be the receiving area in this office.

"Let her go home, grandma. I don't want my employees to see her here," he said. It's not as though I want to see him or I want to be there either.

"We will go home together," Lucille replied. "Now, Chloe, dear, have a seat and wait for me here. My meeting won't take long," she told me and left. I sat on the couch and didn't look or talk to my husband. He did the same, so I had no problem with that. I am keeping myself busy thinking about what I need to do about Grandma's condition. Lucille said that she wouldn't take long, so I guess I will have to deal with the devil's presence for the time being.

After a few minutes, I felt someone sitting beside me and there was him. Looking at me, mockingly. I don't know what I did to him that made him do to me what he was doing right now. He wasn't the first one or the only one who had been married to someone he didn't love or like, but why is he doing this?

"Since you're here, you might do your duty as my wife, right?" he asked and my eyes widened. Don't tell me he wants me to give him a BJ right here in his office. "Why do you look so shocked?" she asked as he started to unbuckle his belt, then pull down his pants. He grabbed me by my wrist and made me kneel in front of him. It was painful as my knees hit the floor. There was a carper but it wasn't enough to protect me. "Start," he said and then grabbed me by my hair.

"Someone might–" I said, trying to reason out.

"Do I look like I care?" he asked angrily. "Start, now!" he said and stressed the last word.

I had no choice but to do as he said. I didn't want to touch him, so I found support on the couch and positioned my face in front of his hard member. Why is it even hard? I don't even feel anything for him and yet he could get as hard as this? I swallowed and started to do as he wanted and, as always, he guided my head on what to do.

"Ohhh.." he moaned again,

"Hon, is Grandma Lucille here?" I stopped as the voice of a woman that I will never forget echoed inside the office. I was shocked because I didn't want anyone to see us doing this. Especially that bitch.

"Get out!!" Ethan shouted. I looked at him and he was looking at me. I thought he was talking to me, so I was about to get up but he stopped me.

"Continue," he said, then I heard the door close. I didn't see Cassidy's face because mine and Ethan's eyes were still in contact. "Continue," he repeated, and so I did after I looked away. "Look at me," he commanded. "I want you to see who you are giving head-on," he added.

"Oh... Fu**!!" he said after he released himself. I didn't like it but I had to. 'For grandma, this is for grandma.' I thought. I was still on my knees and he was smirking at me. "You had a good mouth, you know that. I was always satisfied." I didn't say anything and just glared at him.

"You don't wear clothes like this," he said after he pulled me up, which made me fall on his lap. I don't know what was wrong with my clothes. It was a baby pink off-shoulder dress and for me it was decent. He leaned forward, which made it feel like he buried his face in my neck. But what happened next was unexpected.

"Ouch!!" I cried as I held my shoulder. I felt blood and when I looked at my hand there was really real blood on it. I glared at him because it was the first time that he had done this.

"Show more skin and I will do the same to every part of your skin exposed," he warned and got up. If I had not known him, I would have thought that he was jealous. But that's far from reality and truth, so what is his deal? He entered a room and I was thankful that he didn't close it because I found out that it was a restroom. When he came out, I got in and cleaned myself.

I went back to the couch after and never looked at him. There were people who came in and out of his office but I never glanced at them either. I don't even listen to their conversation and just concentrate on looking outside the floor-to-ceiling wall of his office. Thirty minutes later, Lucille came back and asked me to go home. I got up and followed her without saying anything.

Lucille sent me home and that was the first and last time I went to his company. I will never do it again, even if Lucille pays me a million. Etheria stays there and will only leave if she goes somewhere I don't know and will be gone for a few days or weeks. The time that I thought was too slow, I never noticed that it was already a year since I lived with Ethan. And ever since that day, nothing has changed. It's Friday and I was trying to cook the menu that Cristy had taught me. She and the cook, Ramil, were together now. She learned fast, her boyfriend's presence must have motivated her. "Phone," Cristy said when she came back to me after she answered the call. There were connecting lines of the telephone in every part of the mansion so it would be easy for us to get it when it rang.

"Hello?"

"Dear," It was Lucille, "Come to the hospital now," she said in a hurry. I got scared because of the way she said it. Did something happen to Grandma?

I rushed my way to the hospital and found Lucille who was very worried. "Come here," she said and led me to the ICU where Grandma was. "I came here to visit her and was planning on coming over to the mansion to update you but everyone was gathering around her when I arrived," she added.

"Doctor," I said, and Dr. Mendex gave me a sad look.

"Please stay with her. She might leave us any time now," he said in a low voice.

A thick mist of hopelessness descended around me as the doctor's words began to sink in. As I processed the impending death of my grandma, time seemed to stop still. I felt like I was being overtaken by waves of despair and grief. I had the impression that the ground beneath me had collapsed, leaving me adrift in a sea of doubt and sadness.

Knowing that I would soon have to say goodbye to a source of strength and love in my life made my heart throb with a deep sense of loss. My mind was filled with treasured memories, and the prospect of life without her felt awful. Every conversation, every smile, and every piece of advice given would be indelible in my heart.

My shoulders were bearing a heavy load of sorrow as I traveled home. The familiar surroundings were now tinged with a bittersweet regret, making each step seem like it took an eternity. I was getting ready to face the challenging days ahead, so the trip home seemed terrifying.

The mansion was quiet and I think everyone was in a deep slumber. I went up the stairs and was heading to my bedroom when I was stopped by my wrist. I looked up and found an angry Ethan. I don't have time for him and his arrogance. I want to be alone and ready myself for what is to come with my grandma.

"Where have you been?" he asked angrily. My mind was in chaos thinking that I was going to be alone and the reason for swallowing everything that this man had put me through was going to leave me soon. Maybe because of the pain that I am feeling, I managed to talk back.

"None of your damn business." Then I turned around and opened my room door. I was shocked when he suddenly pushed me inside and angrily said,

"Not my damn business? Tell me, how many men did you have tonight?"

"I don't know what you're talking about and I don't have time for whatever you are up to. Give me space and get out of my sight!" I shouted,

"Do you think that the man you are with just now will be able to take you?" he said, now, even angrier. I don't know whose man he was talking about, but I started to feel scared because of the way he looked at me.

"Just leave me, I didn't do anything bad," I said,

"No, you slut! I am going to punish you for letting another man touch you!"

"I didn't see any man!" I shouted as I tried to get away from his grip. But without a word, he ripped my clothes and took me to my bed. "Stop it!!" I shouted and struggled. But I don't think that he could hear me since he continued what he was doing.

My panties and bra were now lying on the bed or floor, I don't know. Then I felt him bite me on my shoulder again so I screamed in pain, "What did I say about exposing your skin?" he asked, he was so angry and I thought I saw his eyes getting red. He drank but I knew that he was sober and knew exactly what he was doing. "Since you wanted to be fu**, let me do that to you. I didn't want to do this thinking how dirty you are. How many men have fu** you in the club." Is he thinking that I was a pros******? Where did he get that idea? And even if I was, I still don't deserve the kind of treatment that he was giving me.

He removed his robe and I found out that he was naked under it. My eyes widened when I realized that what he was going to do was something he had never done before and something I had never experienced. "I'll just give you a head-on, not this, Ethan please." I pleaded, for the first time I called him by his name.

"Too late, slut." He said angrily and thrust himself hard.

"Nooo..." I screamed as tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt him stiffen for a moment and then continue as he grunted. "I hate you!!" I yelled as he sped up his thrust. It was my first time and it was really painful as he forced himself on me. I will never forget this day, because from here onwards, I am going to hate him for the rest of my life.