Yoori The Rejected Bride

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©Rachel M Nyambu 2022

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It's every girl's wish to be married to a possibly handsome man who is caring, loving, passionate, understanding, and respectful. This was Yoori's dream too. She found her perfect man, planned their perfect wedding, and got the perfect venue for their ceremony.

Everything went as planned until vowe's time. Murmurs broke in the crowd as everyone's phones bleeped. A video of her shagging another man in a hotel room the day before their wedding went viral. The crowd gasped, and walked out of the venue one by one, leaving only her (the bride) and her family, the groom and his family. The groom's family threw disgusted, hateful eyes at her, pulled their son, and walked away. She was left on the alter, standing, tears welling in her brown eyes. It was a great shame, not only for her but for her husband, Yeshen Paley.

He was a worldwide business tycoon, respected by all and feared by many. The utterance of his name made people tremble with fear. No one dared to look at him for fear of meeting his chilling, piercing gaze, which turned every warm room he walked into into a freezing bathtub, which no one dared to dip into.

Yoori scrouched down, her knees pressed against her chest, trying to calm her trembling body. She looked at her parents, then at her sister, who stood at a far distance ogling her and shaking her head in pity.

A violent tremor ran through her body since she had cried for a really long time. She smiled bitterly, swallowing the painful lump that had stuck in her throat. She closed her eyes tightly like a notorious child who was threatened with meeting an orge face-to-face because she had misbehaved. She let her mind drift on that worst day. She inhaled deeply, letting the images and events of that day replay in her tired mind.

She was in her room reading a novel, as usual. As the novel became interesting, she went to her study table where her phone was charging and made an attempt to turn it off. Whenever she found a certain novel interesting, she switched her phone off to avoid distractions from her elder sister, Evelyn, and her best friend, Kate. They had the tendency to send funny memes to her, which caused distractions most of the time.

That day, as she grabbed her phone, ready to switch it off, fifty-seven missed calls on her screen astonished her. She cursed loudly, throwing the book away and dialing the number.

"The number you are calling is currently out of service." A robotic female voice echoed.

"Sister!" She screamed in panic, descending the golden spiral staircase in a rush.

She barged the wooden door open and headed straight to the garage, hopped in her newly bought black jeep and zoomed off.

Her sister was not the kind of person who would call you more than twice. She had the habit of calling only once, and if the phone was not answered, she would wait until the receiver answered her again.

"Fifty seven missed calls from my sister. There is something wrong. " "Something must have happened." She guessed inwardly, dialing her best friend's number. On Fridays, her best friend had the habit of taking her sister out. It was their routine. If Evelyn took Kate out this Friday, then next it will be Kate's duty to take Evelyn out.

"The number you are calling is currently busy." A robotic female voice echoed.

Darn it, Kate! How come your phone is always busy? " She cursed, the car tires screeching on the rough road. A male traffic cop in a blue uniform attempted to stop her by waving his large hand, but Yoori threw a bundle of cash under his nose and sped away.

"Slow down unless you are looking for a death wish, lassie." The cop's voice was carried away by the wind before reaching her. She only heard bits of it, in which she nodded absent-mindedly.

Taking a halt at the gates of Spiral VVIP lodges, she jumped out of the car and strode towards the receptionist.

Her phone beeped, and she took a look at it as her heart raced. She was afraid it was going to burst through her ribs.

"Sister, some men have us. They have sworn to gang rape us.

Her sister had sent a message.

She dialed her number but a long beep sound echoed. A female robotic voice then answered, and she hung up angrily.

"Darn it!" She cursed inwardly, "Please, can you tell me the room in which Eveyln Jonhs and Kate Hurds have checked in?" In a polite rushing manner, she asked the receptionist, who stared at her for a while before busting into a fistful of laughter.

Yoori opened her mouth, ready to lash out at her, but her reflection on the glass table silenced her.

She was wearing extra large piggy pajamas, hence she looked like a walking cartoon. The face mask she had earlier applied to her face was still intact.

She smiled apologetically and asked her again, "Which room did Evelyn Jonhs and Kate Hurds go in?"

"Room number 196, ma'am." The receptionist said, handing over the spare keys to her.

Panting and gasping for air, her long legs ate up the distance between the reception area and the lift, which immediately took her upstairs towards the room.

Barging in, Yoori turned on the lights and called her sister, "Evelyn!" She called, "Where are you?" She asked worriedly.

When she got no response, she went towards the bathroom and checked. When she got no glimpse of her sister and best friend, she rushed out, telling herself mentally to check the other rooms.

When she extended her arm to open the door, a rough hand from behind covered her mouth. She tried to fight, but her strength compared to that man was nothing. She was like an ant in the beak of a crow.

My sister is in danger. "Please let me go." She pleaded with the man when her fighting bore no fruit.

She tried to kick the man on the ground, but she failed when his strong, snow-white veined hands pinned her on the floor.

"I am in more danger compared to your sister." The man whirled, gasping.

"I want you, please." The man begged, panting like an athlete.

"You pervert, please let me go!" She yelled, punching the man on his tummy. The man groaned in pain as he lost his grip. Standing on her knees, Yoori crawled towards the door and tried to open it.

"I asked you nicely, but since you are proving stubborn, I'll take you by force." The man's hoarse voice said behind her. The noise of her pajamas tearing off echoed as she was thrown on the bed. When he was done with her, he collapsed beside her and lost consciousness.

Sobbing, Yoori collected her tattered pajamas and covered her body. Because they were damaged beyond recognition, she looked at the sleeping man and, without bothering to look at his face, she took his suit, which was lying on the floor, put it on and walked out to look for her sister.

She tried to take a step towards the door, but it became difficult and she fell on her knees, painful groans escaping her mouth. "For fucks sake, what is happening?" She exclaimed. That's when it dawned on her that the man had taken her virginity.

Looking back at him, she grabbed him by the neck and sank her teeth into the crook of his neck. When the mettalic taste of blood mixed with sweat savoured her mouth, she let go of him and ran away, leaving him screaming in pain.

Limping out of the room, she tried to call her sister's number for the last time, who answered, claiming she had been saved by a stranger and had already returned back home.

Without looking behind, she strode towards her black jeep and smiled painfully. My dear Paley, how I wish I could tell you what transpired the day before our wedding. It would be unfair if I didn't do that, but I'm sorry because I'll never tell you. This is a secret I'll take to my grave. " Words, little more than whisphers, escaped her mouth and floated in the air around her.

What she didn't realize was that as soon as she turned her back on the lodge and walked to her car, two people in black pants and black hoodies smiled at each other and handed a black object to a mysterious man who, all the while, was backing them.

"You are such a disgrace, Yoori." Her father's sharp voice jerked her from her flashback.

"Believe me, dad. I was raped. " She tried to explain herself, but her pleas fell on deaf ears.

"Raped? Who enjoys being raped? Take a look at that damn video. You are fucking moaning like the typical prostitute you are. " His father barked, thrusting his phone under her nose.

Yoori watched the video with growing alarm. Her face fell by degrees, creating wrinkles all over her smooth face. Curling herself into a foetal position, she mumbled, "No way! This is a damn freaking lie. The video is edited. I have never enjoyed this. Not even a second! "

A month later, she received a letter from the groom's family saying they had called off the wedding. The letter also said the groom was about to get married to another decent lady and she was invited to the wedding.

When the wedding day arrived, she arrived like a normal guest. She was anxious to know who replaced her place in her ex-husband's heart that easily. All the while, she couldn't believe Yeshen Paley was getting married again. He had told her she was his world and nothing else.

"Who could have taken my part that quickly?" She questioned herself, fidgeting in her seat. Soon, loud woows and oh my gosh erupted within the crowd as the bride and groom walked down the aisle. With her eyes wide open in shock, she sobbed. Her best friend, Kate, was the bride. What a heartbreak! Quietly, she sneaked out of the venue and rushed back home, packed her bags, and flew abroad.

She swore to never return home, no matter what.

In the other part of the city, a man lying in a hotel bed bledding profusely was rushed to the hospital in a hurry. When he woke up, he demanded to know the name of the girl he had taken advantage of. When they failed to recover the CCTV footage from the lodge, he flew abroad, pointing out he couldn't stay in the same city where he had harrassed an innocent girl because he would always be reminded of his evil deed.

A year later

Yoori sat on a black leather chair backing the glassy walls, which displayed the entire view of the city. The sun was about to set outside, so a pinkish ray of the sun streamed in. With her nose buried in the file in her hands, she read with so much concentration, marking some important parts with a green light highlighter.

After a while, she stretched her numb body and closed her drowsy eyes as she listened to the sound of her bones creaking. Oh my gosh! It had been so long since I had visited my yoga classes. " She murmured, walking towards the glass walls. She sipped on the hot black coffee in her hands and moaned at its sweet taste as she raised her head to take a glimpse of the sky.

Rays of pink and orange have spread across the previously clear bluish sky, signifying the setting of the sun, marking the end of the day. She dragged her chair towards the walls, sat comfortably, swinging on it. She raised her long leg on top of the other, then rested her back on the seat and smiled.

She had achieved a lot since her arrival in Bradley City. At first, she was worried about how she was going to make it because she had never had even a penny. She settled on the thought of selling the expensive jeep her ex-husband had gifted her as a wedding gift and using the money to start up her own company. As for now, she had a couple of cars lying in her garage that were of no use.

Her entertainment company had overgrown, leaving a wide range of the ones she had once worked for. It had been three years since she felt at home, but she never missed it. The saying, which states, "Go east, go west, home is the best," was like a myth to her. How could home be the best when everyone failed to believe her? Her own sister, who was the only person to testify that she was not guilty, refused to help her out.

When she narrated the incident to her sister, she claimed to have seen her coming out of the hotel room limping and she immediately knew she was sexually harrassed. She even claimed to know the guy who did that to her, but when she asked her to tell their parents the truth, she vehemently refused.

At that moment, as she sat gazing at the setting sun, she sighed heavily, massaging her head. In a month's time, she would be returning home. Not for her parents, but to set up her new company. She had decided to major in business when she saw that the business companies she had started in different parts of the world did well.

Her assistants were the ones who took care of them, but she had decided to accompany them. No one knew who was the CEO of the YJ companies, which were taking a huge profit every year, causing the other companies to shut down. Her assistants were well trained so that they got used to going undercover without being caught.

Not even once have they dared to reveal her name and identity. Now that she was officially the world's largest business tycoon, whom no one could defeat that easily, she decided to reveal herself to the world.

"Ding!"

Her phone bleeped, jerking her from her half-conciousness world. Her face flushed, sending waves throughout her body as she read the message. She squeezed her legs tightly to prevent her juices from flowing down. She pinched her nipples, which had already hardened, and gasped.

"Are you coming tonight or should I drop by?" The message was read. To another person, this message was not kinky enough to turn them on. But the weight it had carried was something she and the sender only knew.

"Just come over." She texted back as she let her mind reminisce on what was to be done that night. Since her rape incident, she has become a sex freak. It's not that she wanted, but that was the only way that she could get her mind off of that nightmare of her life. At first, she was never interested in sex until that guy happened. She met him at a business party, and after a while, they became friends.

Out of the habit of stealing kisses, randomly sqeezing each other's asses, and sending erotic messages constantly, they realized they were getting close not as friends but as bed buddies. The guy had erupted a thirst in her which no one could quench. He was the only one among those she had experimented with who could satisfy her. He was a beast in bed. He always managed to make her orgasm many times, till she forgot.

She always left her tired but still craving more. They had promised each other that they weren't to fall in love with each other. What was to remain between them was sex and their business relationship.

"I should find you ready in bed clad in your birth suit." The guy texted back almost immediately with horny emojis.

"Fuck!" Yoori shook her head, attempting to distract herself from the filthy thoughts. But no matter how hard she tried to focus on something else, images of them making insane love flashed through her mind.

"I want you right now, Jas." She whimpered, sending a voice message to him.

In a short while, she heard a car driving through her company gates, the closing of the car's door, and then it went silent.

"He must be proceeding towards the elavator now." She closed her eyes, imagining his long legs eating up the distance between them.

1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10. He is now in the elavator. " She counted in her mind.

Yoori closed her eyes, listening to the thumping of her own heart. She smiled, wondering what kind of trick Jas would come up with because he was fond of introducing new tricks every time they got intimate. With her mind busy counting, she walked to the small library adjacent to her office and grabbed the golden box hidden in between the books. With trembling hands, breaking breaths, and eyes full of desire, she unlocked, letting the keys drop on the floor with a clang.

She carried it towards the glassy table beside her book shelves, which she used as a dining table whenever she had lunch or dinner in the office, and placed it carefully. "Come one, Jas, why are you taking so long today?" She whirled, lacking patience.

"80...81...82...83...84...85...86...87...88...89...90." She counted.

"Oh goodness, I forgot something important." She suddenly remembered and ran to the wine cellar behind the door and brought out two expensive liquor bottles. "95...96...97...98...99...100." Her mind finished counting and an elegant man, clad in a billion dollar blue suite and leather shoes, walked in. With her eyes red with desire, she raised her head and their eyes met. She sat on the leather coach, not saying anything, squeezing her legs together.

"Why is my horny little doll dumb?" Jas's deep, rough voice echoed through the suddenly quiet office. They remained mute for a while, listening to the hiss of their own breaths. "So, you are ready?" Jas asked, extending his veined hand, his index finger pointing at the golden box, which sat comfortably on the glassy table.

"I missed you." Yoori blutered, throwing herself into his arms and sniffing him.

"Did you miss me or my dick?" With a smile on his handsome face, he questioned and pulled her against him for a heated kiss. Their kisses have always been rough and demanding, to the point where they were out of breath from how intense they were.

"I missed your dick." She admitted catching her breath. Jas nodded, quite amused by Yoori's sudden boldness. He stared at her for a while before getting over his shock.

"I guess you are right," he said. "And since you have asked me over yourself, I am quite certain we will play here today, and I am sure you will like it." He said, and Yoori nodded. She was too worked up and turned on to form any type of word, and Jas was aware of that.

"Strip." He demanded, and her clothes were gone before he blinked. Yoori blushed, liking the way his deep blue eyes roamed all over her body. She was already wet and dripping. She looked up, letting him enjoy the view in front of him.

"On the couch, doll, with your hands above your head and your legs wide open for me." She did, and the smell of her juices hit her nostrils, making the situation worsen. Yoori was on display waiting for another command as Jas stood in front of her with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Jas... please," she started to beg. She wanted him to get into action. She does like him when he is thrusting into her tight pussy roughly. She always loses her mind for too much pleasure.

"Please what, doll?" He smirked, tilting his head.

"Play with me, I need you. Make it rough with no mercy. " She begged and a victory smirk appeared on her face when she realized what she had just said had taken effect on him. She knew he was as worked up as she was, and the tension between them became palpable. His shaft was pressing hard against his pants, struggling to be left free.

"You are such a good fucking pleasure doll." He groaned as he closed the space between them by taking two steps forward and said, "But don't you think you are too fast, huh? "I have yet to see your safe play doll," he said, and she immediately got into action because she knew what he wanted to see.

With her milky legs wide open, she sat on the leather coach and rode it. Jas had brought it, especially for that reason. Holding onto it tightly, she closed her eyes, letting her mind sink into the pleasures that were building inside her.

"Not too fast, doll." He corrected, and she whimpered, trying to slow herself down.

"Please." She begged. Jas stood up and said, "Since you have been begging too much, let me get into action. Don't dare ask me to stop. " He warned, and she found herself nodding, knowing she was about to get into a rough exercise that would leave her sore and uncouncious.

She watched as Jas stripped in front of her. Her eyes widened when he saw his shaft was hard and dripping. She swallowed dryly and opened her mouth to say something, but Jas beat her into it.

"Shh!" He silenced her, nibbling her earlobes. She closed her eyes, inhaling his strong, masculine, woody scent.

"This is so much you, Jas." She whimmed, curling her toes, her nails digging deep into his back.

Jas sat beside the bed, his eyes following the heaving of Yoori's chest. His pleasure doll had passed out before he was done with her. Shaking his head, he grabbed the cuilts and covered her bare body. Half an hour had passed since she lost consciousness. He tried to wake her up, but when he failed, he carried her home. Thank goodness they knew the inside and outside of each other's houses. It wasn't hard for him to fish out her house keys from their hiding place.

"I'll be gentle next time, I promise." He whimmed against her left ear. He had been making the promise to her every single day, but there wasn't a day he fulfilled it. There was no way he could control himself with her. The way she always managed to take him in was something that made him lose his mind and forget his promise.

"Mmh!" Yoori moaned, shifting on the other side. Jas contemplated whether he should proceed and bathe her or let her sleep like that. Yoori was a hygiene freak. She always made sure she took a warm shower after sex to avoid the sticky nature of her own juices. He carried her to her sparkling white bathtub and carefully placed her in it, a sigh escaping his moist pinkish lips.

She scrubbed her body with his rough hands to clean it. A smile spread across his face as he pondered what would happen if people discovered him washing a lady's body one day. Everyone in the world knew just how much he despised the ladies. He had never set his eyes on them until Yoori happened. When they first met, he was intrigued by Yoori's lack of interest in him. He had even asked his men to arrange his meals on the same table where she was having hers, but not even once did she raise her head for a hello or to take a look at him.

If it was the other girls, he knew he couldn't have enjoyed his meal that day. They could bother him with so many questions, trying to create a conversation with him. The ladies knew him. He was a great womanizer who used and dumbed them like hot bricks. The ladies were so used to him that they stopped trying to fall in love with him, but they only quarreled with each other to get a space beside his bed for just a night. Another thing which made him realize she was one of her kind was her eating habits.

Jas grew up with the fact that ladies tend to take small bites when eating in front of men and all people in general. Like that day, though a lot of Italian and Chinese mouth-watering dishes were served to everyone, most of them failed to eat them and settled on sipping wine. But Yoori... she was indeed one of her own kind. Her breed was rare in the world. It wasn't easy to find a free-spirited girl who never bothered about what people would think of her. She shoved the Italian dishes she'd ordered into her small mouth like a grown pig that had been starving for years. She went ahead and drank tea, water, and sipped wine. In short, there was nothing she failed to eat that day.

The number of eyes that bore into her that day never made her shrink into her seat like what another girl could have done. In fact, after she was done, she went onto the dance floor and danced her heart out. While he was observing her, he realized one thing. No matter how many times she ate, no matter the number of numerous dishes that kept on disappearing into her mouth, her flat tummy never bulged. It remained intact all this while. He smiled to himself when he heard the ladies asking each other why their tummies never remained so.

"Goodness, my tummy gets extra big the moment I sip a mouthful of water, but alas, look at hers." One lady remarked, and the others busted into fistfuls of laughter. As people craned their necks that day just to take a glimpse of him, asking whether they could take selfies with him, Yoori totally ignored him. She behaved like he didn't exist. Not only was Jas astonished, but every guest was too. When he went ahead to sit beside her, they only expected to see her all over the moon, roaming her hands over his body. They expected her to giggle foolishly, like the teenager she was, but alas, she was unbothered. In fact, not even a single trace of pride that he had chosen to sit with her was visible on her face.

"Look at that girl. The most handsome bachelor in the entire universe is sitting beside her, but she is not happy at all. Only God knows what I could have done. I could have thrown myself into his arms and kissed his baby face. " A lady dreamed, hugging herself, and the rest agreed with her.

"There is something interesting about her." Jas thought that day, a sudden interest building inside his organs.

Later, when he asked his men to background check her, he was astonished. Though her background never said where she came from or who her parents were, it revealed such a shocking thing to him. At least he knew she was twenty years old, and that's what made his curiosity increase. At twenty, she already had chains of industries in every part of the world taking over. He had been looking for the owner of those industries for so long, but he finally managed to know she was the one.

Though Yoori had never told him, he decided to pretend like he didn't know that either. He was waiting for the day she would tell him herself, but he was sure that day would never come. When they got into the agreement of being bed buddies, they promised not to try to find out about the other party's personal information nor try to background check each other. The only things they had to know about each other were their scents and their favourite positions in bed.

Jas wondered what could have sparked the desire of such a young girl to take over the world. Yoori was so prosperous in business that he feared she would take over him soon if he dillydallied just for a second. The fact that they were business rivals and yet bed partners was what amazed his father. It was like an anaemic man getting blood from a corpse!

Since the introduction of business in the world, the Jas family had always been at the far front, followed by his cousin Yeshen Paley's family. And now an anonymous tycoon with the business name YJ was aggressively climbing the ladder of business. He heaved a sigh of relief when he found out that the anonymous YJ was his doll, who was snoring peacefully in his arms as he washed her.

"You are the only person who can defeat Paley. I can't wait for that day. " He smirked, imagining how Yeshen Paley's brows would be knitted in anger, wondering how a young girl could possibly defeat her in business. Jas recalled what had happened years ago when he was still residing in Strathmore City. His elder cousin, Yeshen Paley, had come to him, asking him to show him the trick to being successful in the world of business. Since he treasured his family so much and he never wanted to see them struggling, he single-handedly taught them everything he knew about business. He was the one who made Yeshen Paley, but once he became successful, he began treating him like a garbage can. He was anxiously waiting for the day he would break him, but he was glad there was no need for him to do that because he had found the perfect rival for him.

"Soon, you will come begging for that second position you are proud of, my dear cousin." He smirked. Earlier, he had asked his men to find out what the next move was that Yoori was about to make, and he realized she was flying to Strathmore City to launch her new business. His cousin lived there. That was his own hometown too, which he swore to never go back to as long as he lived.

Yoori coughed, drifting him off from his half-conscious state of mind. When he saw her shivering, he quickly carried her to the bed and dried her body. Going through her walk-in closet,he wondered which type of night outfit he should pick for her. After thinking for a long time, he settled on revealing pajamas, which would neither keep her too warm nor too cold.

When Jas pulled it out, a black paper bag fell out. Out of curiosity, he picked it up, thinking it was related to business. The girl was so experienced that he had thought of borrowing some ideas from her. But what bothered him was, what would he tell her when she demanded to know how he found out she was the anonymous YJ? They had promised to stay out of each other's businesses and secret lives.

A black, expensive suit fell out and he gasped. It somehow looked familiar to him. He pulled it in for a closer look, his heart racing, ready to come out of his ribs. "No way!" He mumbled, shakesd his head, and returned his gaze to the blue pajamas he was holding. Jas went back to the bedroom and dressed Yoori. He then turned her carefully and covered her with the bed covers. Caressing her small round face, he kissed her forehead and called, "Doll." He kissed her repetitively, playing with her wet hair.

His heart thumped wildly as he inhaled her lemon-like scent. "Doll!" He called again, and Yoori stirred in her sleep, getting out of the covers. He watched her back under the warm covers and swallowed dryly, his Adam's apple bubbling up and down. Red marks were imprinted all over her body. He expected it to take up to three days for them to fade and others to imprint again.

As he watched her sleep, numerous thoughts rushed through his brain. "What if she is the one?" That annoying voice, which hides in every being's head waiting for the perfect time to attack and make a person restless, screamed. "No way! It can't be. " He mummbled loud enough for a person to hear, and Yoori groaned.

Looking at her one last time, he took one of her jacket's, kissed her forehead, and put it on. With a sigh escaping his lips, he whimmed, "The suit must belong to her ex-boyfriend or someone else close to her." He told himself, inwardly hoping it wasn't what he was thinking.