The Billionare's Plain Wife

"You must give me an offspring within one year. If you can't, then it will be certain that your father will not get any more care!" The handsome man grabbed a young girl by the jaw.

The girl winced in pain at what the man was doing. "If you stop the treatment of my father, then my father will not survive!"

"Yes, it is true that your father will not survive. Therefore, you must give me offspring as soon as possible, or your father will die." The man pushed the young girl so that she fell to the floor. Then he exited the prepared bridal chamber.

It should have been a happy night, but instead, it became hell for the young girl named Cantika Putri Sari.

"Oh my god ...." The girl winced as she felt the pain in her palms.

Not to mention that the wedding dress designed by a famous designer had to be torn by the actions of her husband, who had just married her in a matter of hours.

Her jaw hurt, and her body was in agony. However, Cantika had to endure all of this for the sake of her father, who was now lying in the hospital due to irresponsible people.

"I have to survive at all costs! Father might not survive if I give up on this marriage." Cantika huddled in the corner of the room, wringing her hands. It was as if she was giving herself strength.

Even the makeup on her face had not been removed, as she did not have the energy to go to the bathroom.

"Why are you still cowering down there? Don't you want to clean your dirty body?" Andika asked with emphasis.

Cantika was stunned, biting her lower lip hard when she saw the figure approaching her. The man's cold aura made her shiver with fear.

"I thought you weren't coming back here," Cantika replied nervously.

"Quickly clean yourself up, then serve me. In 10 minutes, you should be done, and don't forget to wear this," Andika ordered as he threw the nightgown roughly in Cantika's face.

The girl gasped, then quickly nodded vigorously.

"One more thing, call me sir. Because someone like you doesn't deserve my name," the man ordered coldly.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind, sir." Cantika hugged the nightgown and hurried into the bathroom.

After she finished cleaning herself up, she took stock of her appearance. Her eyes glazed over at the dress she was wearing.

She was embarrassed, very embarrassed, even though she was going to wear it in front of her husband.

"What took you so long in there? I don't like waiting!" Andika said loudly, causing Cantika, who was inside, to fidget.

Cantika was nervous because she was very embarrassed about the nightgown she was wearing.

"Fine, if you don't want to come out. Then don't blame me if your punishment will be multiplied later."

There was a rough closing of the door, and Cantika knew that her husband had come out of their bridal suite.

Not exactly a husband, but someone who had bought her at a high price.

After 20 minutes in the bathroom, Cantika chose to go inside as she heard no sign of Andika returning. The girl felt very cold in there. So, she chose to get under the blanket. Then closed her eyes after turning off the lights.

However, about an hour later, Cantika closed her eyes. She felt someone pressing down on her, so she woke up and gasped.

"Who are you? Don't come any closer!" she cried out in fear. The pitch-black room made her panic even more.

"Shut up, you chose this yourself!" The man laughed hoarsely. "Kartika, you're very beautiful, darling."

Cantika cried loudly as the man on top of her was Andika-her husband. "Mr. Andika! I'm not Kartika!" She looked away with tears streaming down her face, the smell of wine wafting from Andika's mouth. I don't know how many bottles the man had gulped down.

Andika's body stiffened, his jaw tightened, and his eyes glared. "How dare you mention the name of the woman I love? Now taste your punishment, naughty girl!"

Cantika shook her head frantically, she struggled with all her might. Andika cursed loudly when the girl's foot kicked his chest.

Cantika, who saw an opportunity to escape, immediately got up from the bed. However, her steps were halted when Andika slammed her back onto the mattress.

His tall, muscular body towered over her, showing that he was very powerful. "Enough fooling around already." The man whispered hoarsely, ignoring Cantika's heart-wrenching cries. "So, let's spend the night and give birth to offspring for me."

Cantika's body shivered, unable to bear the pain that sliced through her bottom.

"Ugh, Master! Slow down, it hurts!" the young girl screamed. But the big man,

Andika seemed not to care about the little girl who continued to suffer. Andika's eyes radiated ferocity as he continued to push his strength, not caring that Cantika was in pain. He reached the peak of satisfaction all by himself, while Cantika could only cry, tears streaming down her cheeks. The difference in strength between the two was obvious.

When he was done, Andika stared at the red stains soaking the white sheets with a satisfied look, a smirk appearing at the corners of his lips. "Turns out you're still a virgin. That's good, I didn't lose too much money!"

Cantika's tiny body could not endure the rough treatment from Andika, and her pain and fear became more and more apparent. Inside, Cantika was devastated, as bluish bruises dotted her body from the grip of her husband's big hands. However, she no longer had the strength to fight back.

The man was indifferent to the presence of the little girl nearby and decided to lie down and go to sleep. Cantika choked back sobs, but Andika didn't seem to care, he just closed his eyes, and soon, there was snoring.

Cantika then hobbled to the bathroom, feeling very dirty. In her heart, she was devastated, her cries growing louder. She turned on the shower with cold water and continued sobbing there.

"I'm dirty, I'm disgusted!" she complained as she beat her body, not caring about the growing pain.

Under the pouring water, the girl was unable to hide her cries, not even caring if someone would be disturbed. She just wanted to express all the emotions she felt.

After letting out a long breath and venting her emotions, the girl then decided to put on a bathrobe. Her lethargic steps and blank stare led her to a large bed that felt deserted. Although someone was sleeping on it, Cantika felt as if she was alone there.

The mattress, which was soft and spacious, now felt so hard and cramped. It was annoying, imagining herself spending days in this house for an indeterminate amount of time. It could be days, months, or even years. Cantika sighed, strengthening her resolve.

"I have to have children soon so I can get out of this place quickly," Cantika muttered as she squeezed the blanket covering her body restlessly.

**

"Heh, wake up!" A woman suddenly jerked roughly at the blanket covering Cantika's body.

The girl was so startled that she fell off the high bed she was sleeping on. "Ugh, why does it have to be so rough?" Cantika complained of pain while holding her buttocks, which were sore from the fall.

The woman chuckled, grinning sarcastically as she looked at Cantika arrogantly.

"Who do you think you are here? You're just a doll bought with a lot of money, so you should make yourself useful by not being lazy!" the woman shouted, venting her anger without caring about Cantika's hurt feelings.

The girl looked up, trying to stare at the face of the woman standing before her with disbelief.

"Kartika?" said Cantika with a confused look on her face, not recognising the cruel figure in front of her.

"Don't you dare mention my name because I'm the one who saved your decrepit father from the stresses of life!" snapped Kartika, anger boiling over. She pulled Cantika's hair vigorously, tormenting the girl.

"Let go, it hurts!" moaned Cantika, trying to release her hair from the grip of the woman's hand.

Roughly, Kartika released her hand, causing several strands of Cantika's hair to be pulled until the pain on her scalp became unbearable.

The girl winced as she clutched her head while Kartika proudly stood in front of her, her eyes glaring sarcastically at Cantika.

"Hurry up and go downstairs! Do everything the other servants do, and don't expect to be the mistress of this house. I'm the mistress, and you're just someone who was bought!" Kartika said angrily before bouncing away and throwing the maid uniform at Cantika.

With the stinging and pain that enveloped her body, Cantika mustered the strength to pick up the maid's uniform that was lying on the floor. After that, she staggered towards the bathroom, hoping that cleaning herself would make her feel a little better.

The girl winced in pain as her hands rubbed the wounded part of her body. She tried to endure the pain, but at that moment, the pounding on the door grew stronger.

"Don't take too long to bathe! If you take too long, more water will be wasted from there, and more money will be wasted because of you!" Kartika grumbled from outside.

Startled, the girl heard the loud slamming of the door. She felt intimidated, making her decide to end her bath immediately.

Her steps hobbled, walking slowly to pick up the maid's clothes that were lying on the bed. The girl's face turned very pale once she saw the maid's clothes that Kartika gave her.

"What the hell are these clothes?" asked Cantika in a raised voice, as if challenging Kartika's decision.

Her hands trembled as she grasped the clothes, trying to hold back the anger burning in her heart.

Brak!

Kartika walked back into the room with a cold face, her eyes glaring in annoyance.

"It took me so long to get tired of waiting for you!" Kartika grumbled while throwing a sharp glance at Cantika.

The girl showed the maid outfit given to her, her face glum and her cheeks flushed. Her hands trembled, and her lips quivered as she said, "It's too sexy, I can't wear it," she refused softly.

The woman rubbed her face roughly, looking very displeased with the girl.

"So, what do you want to wear?" she asked, gritting her teeth.

Cantika gulped a few times before finally mustering up the courage to speak her mind.

"I don't want too sexy clothes like this. Isn't there anything else?" she asked quietly, turning her face away in fear of Kartika's reaction.

Kartika couldn't help but feel annoyed when she heard Cantika's question. "You think you can ask me for anything?" she said, full of cynicism. "when you're just a bought man. Be grateful for what you're given; don't complain!"

The woman then removed the bathrobe Cantika was wearing, leaving the girl's body covered only by her underwear. Cantika panicked, taking a few steps back, her face pale and confused by the woman's behaviour in front of her.

Unable to contain her embarrassment, Cantika used both hands to cover the visible parts of her body. Embarrassment rushed through her, making her want to disappear immediately, but she realised that there was no way she could do that.

"Please, don't do this!" she pleaded, with her hands still trying to cover her exposed body.

Ignoring the girl's pleas, Kartika continued to try to pull Cantika closer to her.

Because the girl's body was tiny, she was inferior to the woman's strength, so she chose to surrender to whatever Kartika would do to her.

Cantika closed her eyes with her heart beating fast, her feelings becoming erratic as she imagined what the woman would do.

The woman's brow furrowed at the girl in front of her, causing her to jerk Cantika's hand roughly.

"It's done, get out now and do all your work! I don't want the slightest bit of dust in my house, get that!" she snapped with a bright red face.

The girl hobbled out, seemingly struggling to get her feet under her. It made Kartika scowl out of jealousy.

"She says she doesn't like it, but every part of her body is covered in red marks!" grumbled Kartika with pouting lips.

It was now very difficult for Cantika to walk down the stairs. Every few steps, she would stop for a moment.

"It hurts!" she cried with her hand holding her groin.

However, she still chose to walk on. Because she was self-aware of who she was, someone who was bought at a high price.

Andika's desire to climb the stairs was halted when his eagle eyes caught a girl grimacing on one of the steps.

Then the man immediately climbed the stairs, leaving several wrinkles on his forehead, remembering who the girl was.

"Who are you? This is the first time I've seen you here," Andika asked in confusion.

The girl's heart ached, like being stabbed by a very sharp knife to hear that her husband didn't recognize her.

"Sa-I'm the new waitress," Cantika said, biting her lower lip.

"What's wrong with your leg? If you're sick, don't work. You'll disturb the other servants!" Andika scolded with a cold face.

Cantika lowered her head, not daring to look at her husband. "I'm trying not to trouble the servants or you, sir," she stammered.

Andika examined Cantika's appearance now, his eyes looking watchful. "If you say so, I can't force you. You'll be in pain yourself if you keep pushing yourself." The man immediately went up the stairs without looking back.

A single drop of clear water fell from the corner of Cantika's eye as she stared at her husband. "We spent the night together, but you don't even recognize your wife." The girl squeezed the hem of her skirt tightly.

Feeling there was no point in crying over the man who was her husband, she chose to go downstairs immediately. That tiny mouth continued to grimace in pain as Andika made their first night rough. Not thinking about how the girl felt at all.

Cantika was now wiping the large vases that adorned every corner of the mansion. Her hands were trembling, and her lips were turning pale, unable to continue pushing herself.

When Cantika took a step, she felt like the earth was spinning, making it difficult for her to stand. The tiny hands were reaching for anything that could be reached to hold her body from falling.

Kartika saw that it made her even more annoyed and approached Cantika. "Hey, new waitress!" she called out.

With the last of her strength, Cantika turned around, looking at her husband's first wife. "What's wrong?" she asked softly.

"Quickly make five cups of black coffee and deliver them to the living room. Remember, don't make any mistakes because this is an important guest!" threatened Kartika, pointing angrily at Cantika's face.

"B-well," Cantika replied as she quickly walked away.

Kartika snorted in annoyance at Cantika; the jealousy she felt every time she looked at the girl made her unable to control herself from bothering her husband's young wife.

She haughtily walked towards the front, not caring about the honey limping in the wrong direction because Cantika did not know where the kitchen was.

Cantika felt unfamiliar with the house that was now her future home. Her eyes kept glancing occasionally, looking for someone to ask where the kitchen was-nothing, not a single person passed by. So, I chose to walk straight ahead.

"Why is there not a single person to be seen in a house this big? Don't tell me I'm the only servant here?" Cantika was frustrated not to find the kitchen she had been looking for.

Tiredness, as well as thirst and pain, were mixed. She wanted to rest herself by sitting down for a while but was worried that Kartika would scold her.

"Let's walk a little more, I'll find where the kitchen is!" Cantika clenched her fists in the air, bracing herself.

Slowly but surely, she found the kitchen she had been looking for. The girl's eyes filled with tears, feeling very happy.

Her hands opened the cupboards one by one, looking for sugar and coffee. When she found it, she quickly made five cups of black coffee.

The girl immediately put all the cups on a tray. "Now I have to deliver them quickly," Cantika said.

Her pace quickened this time, even though the pain between her thighs was getting worse. However, it was impossible to linger too long to deliver the drinks.

Cantika's face continued to contort as she endured the pain but quickly changed it back. She didn't want anyone to see her.

When she reached the living room, she slowed down. There, she saw her husband being embraced by a woman. They looked very intimate, which made her a little jealous inside.

Because of her jealousy, she unconsciously dropped the glass, making a clinking sound that made everyone stare at her.

Kartika smiled, grinning, then embraced Andika even tighter. Saying that he was hers. "You should have come here instead of just staying there!" she called out.

"I'm sorry." Cantika bowed, holding back the tears that wanted to fall from the corners of her eyes.

Her footsteps quickened as she bit her lip several times to avoid sounding like she was in pain.

One by one, the glasses were placed in front of the guests, now only Kartika and Andika had yet to get their drinks.

Cantika hesitantly approached, but the woman called for her to speed up her work. The girl chose to bow her head, enduring the tightness in her chest, not realizing that a foot was intercepting her steps.

The girl stumbled, causing the glass of hot coffee to spill onto Andika's pants. Cantika's face stiffened with cold sweat flooding her forehead.

Unconsciously, Cantika's hand quickly reached for a tissue on the table to clean up the spilled coffee. "I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose, sir!" she said in panic.

"Can't you just take it slow?" Andika's jaw hardened, his eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed with the shame that enveloped him.

His expensive clothes were now stained with hot coffee spilled due to the carelessness of the new waitress, Cantika.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to because something made me fall," Cantika said softly, glancing at Kartika.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" said Kartika, glaring. Her eyebrows drew together, and her eyeballs radiated the fire of anger. "A lowly servant dares to stare at a hostess like me! Do you want to accuse me of such a despicable thing?" Her face was bright red, and she and felt guilty because here, it was her fault for making a mistake.

Cantika lowered her head, biting her lower lip to hold back her mounting emotions, feeling pressured by her husband's piercing gaze that made her want to cry. "I didn't mean to accuse you; it's just that my foot ditripledver something, and I fell."

Andika, sitting in the living room chair, got up angrily and gave the girl a condescending look. The expression on his face implied how disappointed he was in Cantika.

"If you can't work today, don't push yourself!" Andika said sarcastically, then walked away without turning around, leaving Cantika in a slump, watching his footsteps as they grew farther away.

Kartika, who saw her husband leave without saying anything, glanced at Cantika sarcastically. Then she turned to the guests she had left behind, so now the woman was busy calming her guests down.

Cantika saw this as an opportunity to tidy up her mess. Slowly, she wiped up the spilled coffee on the floor and table. Although her body was still in pain, the girl moved nimbly. Occasionally, she squeezed her thigh, refraining from making a sound. The nail marks on her thighs did not affect her spirit. The tray in her hand swayed as Cantika tried to stand up from her squatting position. The sound of clinking glasses made Kartika look at her sharply.

"I'm sorry," Cantika said as she bowedand and went to the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Cantika saw Andika standing, looking at her coldly. However, the girl ignored her husband's gaze and continued her steps past him. The annoyance of her husband not recognizing her still loomed large in Cantika's heart.

Andika gripped her hand tightly, his body seething with anger. "Why did you pass me by?" he complained as he felt a pain in his chest.

When a lowly waitress like Cantika did not look at him and instead pretended not to see him.

"I didn't see you, sir. So forgive me!" Cantika replied quietly while bowing her head.

However, Andika felt Cantika was lying, so he gripped her tiny hand tighter.

Andika's face flushed with anger, "You lied to me when I was your employer, but how dare you!"

Cantika winced, enduring the pain that resulted from Andika's grip. "Please, let me go, sir! I'm just working here, I'm nobody!"

Cantika's words made him bite his lip for saying such a painful thing to himself.

"What do you mean by saying you're nobody?" This time, Andika's voice softened, his sharp eyes turning glassy. They no longer rose like before.

Cantika was stunned, her eyes filled with tears as she felt her husband recognize her. She was about to mumble some words, but Andika pulled her arm closer.

"You are my servant, don't you dare lie to your master!" Andika snapped as he brushed Cantika's hand away roughly, then stepped away from the place.

Her heart was torn watching the broad back of her husband move away, who had repeatedly hurt her with his words.

Cantika wiped her wet eyes, holding back her sobs as she watched him walk away. "Why did you forget your wife when we once spent a beautiful night together!" he muttered hollowly.

In her confusion, Cantika hurriedly grabbed a tray of dirty glasses and went to the kitchen. Luckily, the glass had not fallen over but was still intact despite her broken heart.

Clear droplets dripped from the corners of Cantika's eyes, but she didn't seem to care. She continued to wash the glasses and utensils that had accumulated in the sink, then moved on to cleaning other areas. Cantika didn't care if anyone saw her appearance now. Tears were still falling unstoppably. Then, her body seemed to lose strength, and the floor shook.

Cantika collapsed in a corner of the kitchen, trembling uncontrollably. "Father, I'm not sure I can survive here! My husband doesn't even recognize me, his wife," she broke down, covering her face with both hands.

Cantika's tears ran down her pale face, revealing her deep sadness. The pain from the bruises and wounds on her body was almost unnoticeable, but her uninjured heart felt infinite suffering.

Alone, Cantika fell silent in a corner of the large house that had belonged to her husband's first wife. Her husband and first wife were blatantly unfair to her, making Cantika feel even more miserable. No one sympathized with her.

"Never mind, there's no point in being too sad. Everything will only make me suffer more if I think about it too much," Cantika muttered as she got up from her chair.

To calm her heart, she decided to wash her face with water. Refreshing, that's what she felt as the water soaked her face.

"Hey, you should have come to the living room earlier! Your silly action angers my guests, so you should be responsible for entertaining them!" Kartika came with her arms crossed over her chest, looking down at Cantika.

Cantika was stunned, not knowing what to do. "What should I do?" she asked with a look of confusion. In her entire life, she had never experienced a situation like this, being asked to comfort someone she didn't know.

"Well, you just do what they tell you to do. Just don't get it!" Kartika grumbled as she stared intently at Cantika's face, her eyes darting in annoyance.

"Not doing anything weird, are you?" Cantika looked doubtfully at Kartika, for some reason, her heart was beating fast when dealing with her husband's first wife.

Kartika sighed heavily, her eyes staring blankly at the window. "You think I would do such a low thing? I only told you to entertain them by pouring wine, nothing more! If they do anything to you, you can leave!"

Kartika grabbed the bottle of wine on the table and gave it to Cantika, then left the young girl with a mysterious smile that made Cantika even more uneasy.

Cantika smoothed her loose hair, not wanting to keep her husband's guest waiting any longer. A smile was carved as sweetly as possible on her face, hoping that they would not complain about her service. With graceful steps, Cantika stepped into the living room. Upon entering the room, she was surprised to see no one there.

The girl frowned as she looked at the empty living room in surprise. "Where are all the guests?" she muttered in confusion.

Suddenly, a hand pulled her into the room next to the living room. Cantika's eyes rounded in surprise.

"Here, beautiful. Where were you looking for us?" asked a man with a lascivious smile, as if he was enjoying Cantika's look of confusion.