SOLD TO THE COLD HEARTED MAFIA KING

Today was the day I got sold Into a contract marriage to a billionaire, but I don't know it yet, I am still asleep.

WHACK!.

I felt the sharp slap on my back and I jumped from the my spot. I saw that it was my aunt, she was standing in front of me with a big smile on her face.

I was taken aback, it was unusual for Aunt Lein to smile at me. I wondered if I was still dreaming.

"What are you doing, you're still asleep, we have a guest, get ready!." Aunt Lein told me.

I was shocked. Normally, when my aunt had guests over she never lets me show my face because I am not needed at all, unless in doing chores and all the manual labour. I wondered why she wanted me to see a guest.

I climbed down from my bed.

" Get dressed!." Aunt Lein ordered before she left my bedroom.

I quickly obeyed, a long time ago I learnt that failure to obey would amount to dire consequences. I did not want to get into trouble today.

I ran into the bathroom and after a few minutes I had put on a dress that was guest worthy, a dress that would not embarrass my auntie in front of her visitor.

I climbed down the stair case that led to the living room. There were just three people sitting there, my aunt, my uncle and a man that I had never seen before, a man that would soon be declared to me as my husband.

If I were to describe him, handsome and ice cold would be the suitable words. He wore a very dark suit that matched the colour of his dark hair. His blue eyes held no emotions at all, he watched me with the intensity of an eagle.

"Go-good mor-ning." I stuttered as I greeted him. He payed no attention to my greetings, I wondered if he heard me at all.

" Emmaline," My aunt started. "You must have heard me talking about this a lot of times but, your parents owe money to a lot of people. Your parents are dead but they might be the biggest debtors to ever exist."

My aunt said and I felt a ta-thump, it was my heart tearing from my aunt's sharp Insult towards my dead parents.

"Those people are demanding the money from me, the interest is growing every day. They owe the bank and the bank is threatening to repossess this house." My uncle said.

I felt very ashamed, if there was any way that I could help clear the debt then I would.

"That is why we have sold you off to this man over here. His name is Shawn." My uncle said. I could not believe my ears but it was true, his name was Shawn... Oh, of course I could believe that my aunt and uncle had sold me off, his name was what I could not believe Sh-aw-n not Se-an.

"Thirty million dollars would clear some loans." My aunt said. They had given me off for thirty million dollars?!.

To be fair, I thought that I would be worth lesser than a million, why would any one in their right senses want to buy me for thirty million dollars?, I asked myself.

"I hope you're a virgin as your guardians promised." His deep voice tore the silence in the room and answered my questions at the same time. I was disgusted by his questions, but If I did not answer it, I would get into trouble.

I closed my eyes and took in breath. I could hear my heart beating like crazy in my chest, seriously... This is what I've become, a sex doll for a billionaire?.

I was at the verge of breaking down.

"Yes." I said and I looked down at my feet, he stood up, he towered at about six foot three, he had broad shoulders and a physique that belonged not to ordinary men.

***

"At least my husband is not a short ugly goblin." I said as I stood beside him at the altar.

Thankfully, My aunt and uncle were kind enough to find it in their greedy godforsaken hearts to give me off to someone with good looks.

Although there was something Mr Shawn had done that would serve as a red flag in the eyes of women who had a choice in marrying who so ever they wanted to, he was late to our wedding!.

He left me standing in the altar looking like a decorated joke for about half an hour. I was so thankful when the wedding ceremony was over.

A driver drove us to a mansion located very far from where I lived. Truth be told, I never knew such houses existed.

I walked in and my eyes went up to the high ceiling, I counted seven chandeliers in the grand living room and I touched stair case railings that were made from pure gold.

"Emmaline!." Mr Shawn said, his voice violently pulled me from my thoughts into the harsh reality.

"Yes sir, you called me?." I said to him as I walked over to where he was standing. My heart was doing a break dance in my chest.

CLANG

He shifted his hand and stared at his diamond wrist watch.

"I need to attend a meeting. I'm leaving." He said to me and without another word he turned around and started heading out.

"When will you be back?." I asked him and he stopped abruptly. He turned back to me with a look that almost made me wet myself.

"What did you say?." He asked me, I was scared.

"Nothing, I was just wondering... I'm sorry sir." I apologized to him.

"Good. Keep it in mind that you're here for a reason, to question me is not part of it." He said and I watched him leave the house.

Silence was the only sound I heard. It wasn't until after taking a tour around the four storey mansion which held more than two dozen rooms that I understood that there was no single soul inhabiting the 'fancy graveyard' except from me, I was alone.

***

VWHOOP!

The sound of a zipper being undone.

I tore out of sleep as I was certain that there was someone else in the same with me but I couldn't see.

It was completely dark because it was night time and all the lights were turned off, even the blinds were covering the moonlight from passing through the window.

I screamed as I felt two strong hands take mine in a lock hold and pin me to the fluffy bed. It was definitely a man, his breaths were hard and I could smell a hint of alcohol as it crashed on my neck.

I kicked my legs trying to fight this strong man but he found a way to hold my legs down, I was immobile.

"Please, don't do this..." My voice came out weaker than I expected. Held by fear my voice became very faint, I had barely even heard myself.

"Emmaline!." The voice said and my eyes flew open in bewilderment and shock as I could recognize it's owner.

"Mis-mister Sh-aw-n." I said, it was unbelievable.

"What are you doing?." I asked him even though I already knew the answer, I was still going to ask because the truth was scary and bitter, I would rather choose to wake up in a manhole than to wake up to this.

"Aren't you my wife?." Mr Shawn asked me and he turned me around to lay me on my belly, he pinned me once again in that position.

It was until the drops of tears slipped past my eyes that I realized I was crying. I mentally slapped myself for letting Mr Shawn hear me cry.

He undid the lace rope that held my night gown and he turned me around again like I was a mannequin he was undressing.

My eyes were closed because even if they were open, they would be useless in the pitch dark room. His hard hands held my left breast, I froze...

I felt his hand caress them and I started whimpering in his hold.

"Please, I'm not ready to do this..." I pleaded to him.

THUD!

It was the sound of the closing door, I opened my eyes in confusion. I felt nobody, I did not hear any noises, I ran to the light switch and turned on the light, the room was empty.

"He left."

The only evidence that Mr Shawn was in my room that night was the trouser he had left on my bed.

***

IT WAS MORNING

I was sitting in the dining table, chefs and house keepers had appeared out of no where and they had whisped me a mouth pleasing breakfast.

My spoon fell from my hand when I saw Mr Shawn walking down the stairs. He was wearing a beige coloured three piece suit. He turned to look at me, his eyes gave no hint of what he had done last night... To be precise what he had tried to do.

"Good morning." I tell him, once again he did not reply to my greeting, he takes a seat in front of me. One of the maids brought him a cup of black coffee and as I watched him drink it, I was compelled to ask him series of questions.

My tongue was tied, he left in his expensive car.

BY NOON, all the maids, cooks and house keepers had cleared away like fog and I remained alone, this time fearful than the last time.

The next time I saw Mr Shawn again was in the EVENING when he arrived in a different car that was still fancy. A lady wearing a mini red dress climbed down from the car with him, I was in the living room when they walked past me as if I was a piece of furniture.

"Is that your wife?." The lady asked Mr Shawn.

"Yes." He replied her, simply.

I wondered where he was going with her, did they have an Important meeting together, were they going to review some documents?.

I climbed the stairs and I went to Mr Shawn's room, I did not want to knock because I was scared, I just stood in front of his bedroom.

I did not hear a thing, so I went ahead to rest my head against the door, I was so invested in trying to get out information that I did not see the both of them coming out of his office with the corner of my eye until they both caught me trying to catch them.

My face was coloured with embarrassment.

"Leave!." Mr Shawn ordered me.

I stumbled as I tried to take my first step.

"Mooch." The lady bickered.

Mr Shawn did not care if I was standing in the hallway, he pushed the door to his bedroom wide open and they both entered.

BANG!

They shut the door and after a few moments, I heard moanings. I covered a scream from erupting out of my mouth with both my hands.

I stood there hearing my husband pounding into another woman. I felt sick, I ran to my bathroom and forced my head under the tap.

Is this what betrayal felt like?.

I searched for my phone in my bag and I dialed my aunt.

I narrated everything to her.

"Huh?!." I asked after I heard her first reply.

"We can't return the money back to him because we already bought a house and a car. There is no way we can help you, you should have asked your parents to be better people!." My aunt said in a flat tone before ending the call.

***

"I own you, now don't you dare ignore me when I speak to you." Mr Shawn said holding my chin so that our eyes were locked in a fierce staring battle. "I'm not going to ask you again, I'm hungry, prepare dinner for me and my lovely guest." Mr Shawn said to me.

" Go on, or are your legs tied?!." Mr Shawn's mistress asked me in a voice that screamed 'gold digger'.

"I'm not your maid!." I declared. I was at the verge of tears, if I took one more suck of oxygen, the tears would fall, they would never see me cry, I held in my breath and I balled my fists at my side.

"What?." Mr Shawn asked me. He was standing very close to me, his body was shrewd and intimidating, I was so fragile and small compared to him but I would not be thrown around like a worthless piece of trash.

First he disrespects me by having sex with this woman in a room across from mine and now he ordered me to cook them a meal.

"Seems like you're not being hard on your little wife. She has balls!." The lady said with a cat like glare towards me.

I know that I am worth not even a few hundred dollars, I know that my parents were paupers and they had to beg money from people just to feed me... But one thing I am certain is that I would rather be given a divorce and walk away from here with nothing, than to enter into the kitchen to prepare them a meal.

"Emmaline, go up to your room and wait for me." Mr Shawn said to me, those were probably the longest word he had ever said to me and the coldest, I could reach my hand forward and touch the thick wall of ice the words had created.

"But I have not had dinner yet..." I said to him, I only had breakfast and it's pretty late, I'm starving. I could feel the tightness in my stomach.

"No dinner for you!." He said to me.

My legs were as feeble as boiled pasta, I took one step and the ground shook from under my feet. I tried not to stumble,

' they would not laugh at me, I would not let them'... I said to myself as I walked forward to my bedroom waiting for the worst to happen.

Imagine the weight of being married to a cold hearted man. You must not know what it feels like, do you?.

I mean, you must have heard it somewhere 'cold hearted billionaire ' but this was me witnessing it first handedly!.

The clock struck One in a violent chime. One AM, the world outside is dead and I'm half way to my own death. It has been four hours since Mr Shawn asked me to go to my room.

For four hours, I had sat and waited for him and I dare not fall asleep. I did not want him to sneak up on me like he did last night, I did not have the option of locking the door so I wouldn't anger him.

I heard the door opening before I saw the light travelling from the lit hallway into my dark room. he turned on the light and both our eyes met, his were empty, mine were filled with fear.

Mr Shawn walked into my room and everything seemed to shrink as he entered.

My hands began shaking again and I felt queasy.

"Why did you get married to me?." I found myself asking the man who had said 'I do' that boring afternoon in the wedding hall.

"It was a no strings attached kind of thing. I needed to get married before I got my inheritance from my father's iron clad will and I needed to marry a good girl. But you've been a bad girl Emmaline and bad girls need to be punished." He said.

His voice was rough and raspy. His eyes roamed my legs and traveled up the length of my body. I could see his eyes darken with desire and colour with lust.

There is no way I would sleep with this guy, I thought to myself. I remembered the feel of his breath on my neck, his hand on my nipples and I shut my eyes trying to kick away the memories.

"Are you really a virgin, huh, Emmaline?!." He asked me. My hands tightened on the sheet till they turned white.

"Ye-yes..." I muttered.

"Then fulfil your matrimonial duties as a wife Emmaline, take your clothes off." Mr Shawn said.

I could already imagine how his hardness would feel in between the softness of my tighs.

What do I do?.

I was panicking, if he was not seeing it then he was blind. My chest was rising and falling in a very unfamiliar manner, I looked like I was hyperventilating.

" Mister Sh-aw-n." I gasped as he climbing onto my bed.

"Yes?." He asked me.

"I- I-can-can't do it." I told him, my heart was threatening to climb up my throat and escape from my body.

KNOCK KNOCK

The sound of the loud knocking bounced into the room.

Phew... I felt as if a giant whale was lifted from my body as Mr Shawn left the bed and walked to the door.

"What is it?." He demanded from his mistress.

She whined and then said.

"I'm jealous, you're spending too much time with her..." The lady said.

"She's my wife, what the hell do you mean by you're jealous?." Mr Shawn asked her coldly.

"Don't tell me you're going to choose her over me, look at her and look at me!." The mistress asked him.

'To Emmaline she was making a great point, but to any body else that had seen Emmaline's beauty it was an insult and they would have slapped the mistress for making such a weak comparison.'

"Leave." I heard my husband order his mistress and she left. He left the room without turning to look at me.

Immediately he left I ran to the door and locked it.

I could barely sleep through the night as Mr Shawn's words repeated in my head.

"Take off your clothes."

My heart would tear every time the voice repeated.

Eventually I fell asleep.

I woke up suddenly and the sunlight coming from the open window almost blinded me.

"Dayyum!." I yelled covering my face with my hands.

I left my room and went downstairs. My husband's mistress was in a lingerie and she was sipping orang juice from a tall glass.

From the looks of it, they must have gone another round at night.

Mr Shawn was no where to be found.

"Where is my husband?." I asked the mistress.

BRRT!

She choked on her drink and she went into a bout of laughter.

" Your husband, you say it as if it is a golden ticket. Shawn married you because there were no other options!." She told me.

" Uh-huh, so where were you when he got married to me?." I asked her and she was dumb founded.

Shawn does not love me, but I am certain he does not love her either.

"Emmaline..." I heard Mr Shawn's voice and then I turned to look at him. For the first time since I knew him, which was only three days, he was in simple clothing.

"You called?." I asked walking to him.

"Velore is taking the room across mine which is your room. Move your things to the guest room." Mr Shawn said gesturing to his mistress.

I couldn't understand.

" Did you hear me?." He asked me forcefully taking a hand full of my golden blonde hair in his hand and pulling it really hard.

Failure to obey would amount to dire consequences, would I continue to live like a slave till I die?.

"Yes..." I replied quickly with a wince. The sting from his grip stayed with me even after he left my hair.

Realising that it was his first obvious step in assaulting me, I felt like a zombie had taken a piss on me. Until then, I thought that there would be little hope.

Truly, when my aunt said that I would now live with him until he decided to terminate the contract, which was going to last a year, I thought that spending three hundred and sixty five days with this attractive man wouldn't be so bad after all.

I was wrong. Every day would be a nightmare and if I am not dead before the end of 365 days, I would run mad with rage.

I thought that maybe I would pierce his heart, there should have been hope trust me or I would have not even given up trying after two days of being married to him.

The headache was now coming, I slept for maybe two hours last night and now a hand to my head, what next... Feed me to vultures?.

I was nothing to him, I was nothing to anyone. Nothing!.

" I want to end this." I whispered but he heard me, although not clearly.

" What did you say?." He asked me. I was doing this for my future, it's either I leave now or live to tell the story of my maltreatment and stay awake at night because of the trauma I had accumulated.

Where would this road take me?.

"I want a divorce." I said very clearly.

The room was about to crack.