THE CEO BRIDE - CHAPTER 48&49
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{ HELLISH TORTURE }
Rosetta stood motionlessly without uttering out a single word. Her hand gripped the knife in her hand tight with her heart thudding loud against her chest.
“Ro…” Her words got stuck in her throat when she felt his lips on her shoulder, kissing it gently.
“I promise,” Romeo whispered again. Rosetta didn’t fail to notice the emotions laced in his voice. Why does she feel that he meant more than what he actually said?
Slowly, she released herself from him and dropped the knife on a flat plate in front of her. Then, she turned around to face him.
The moment she turned, she knew she was right. Because right at that time, she saw another Romeo. His eyes were deep red and he looked like a little boy. A boy scared to lose something precious to him… Again.
“Romeo,” she quickly cupped his cheek, staring at his eyes worriedly. What was the sudden reason for this side of him? Is there something she’s not aware of? – Those were Rosetta’s thoughts.
Seeing the worried look on her face, Romeo released a smile before leaning to peck her lips gently.
“Are you gonna face your cooking or I take it over from here?” He asked and Rosetta blinked her eyes. Take over what? The food?
“No!!!” She suddenly screamed and Romeo furrowed his brows. Okay, why the sudden scream?
“I mean… No, I’ll do it” Rosetta chuckled and quickly turned her back to him, breathing heavily. She would never allow Romeo to prepare a meal for her again, never!!!
As soon as she resumed cooking, Romeo hugged her again. It was more like he was clinging unto her.
“Romeo….” She sighed and he chuckled. His hand went around her stomach again, this time caressing it slowly.
“A few minutes, please,” he whispered. His voice was unexpectedly cool and Rosetta didn’t know when she fell for it.
“Ten minutes,” she mumbled before resuming what she was doing. Romeo smiled before resting his head on her shoulder, where he found his solace from.
Marcus was right. His happiness lies in this woman, the one who doesn’t hesitate to make him smile at any slight chance. The one who lights up his day with just her presence. The one with the word “I’m sorry” never hesitates to escape his lips whenever he’s around her. His one and only bride… Rosetta.
****
Marcus could be seen in the mini bar, holding a glass of tequila in his hand. Few of the buttons on his shirt were open, revealing his broad chest.
His eyes were so red, showing off the darkness in his eyes. He could feel darkness enveloping his life slowly as the only cause of his happiness chose to stay away from him.
Ever since he left Valeria’s place, he hadn’t been himself. He was a man, but when it comes to his woman, he wouldn’t hesitate to break down.
And the worst part of it all was that she’s everywhere. Her images are everywhere. He actually left his room as he wouldn’t stop hallucinating about her.
He even imagined her in his shirt, looking beautiful as she had always been.
He shook his head, chasing the thoughts away. He had loved her way too much that’s why this had to hurt so much. He needs to stop now, he should learn how to live without her.
Slowly, he got to his feet and dropped the glass cup, then he walked to the kitchen.
As soon as Marcus stepped his foot in the kitchen, his eyes caught Valeria by the counter, preparing his usual favorite. She was in his blue shirt, his favorite to be precise as she shouldn’t stop wiggling her waist cutely.
“Baby,” he whispered before he could stop himself. Valeria turned and flashed the prettiest smile to him ever.
“Was planning this as a surprise, you had to ruin it!” She frowned and he released a chuckle unknowingly.
“It’s your favorite, by the way. I don’t why I just found myself preparing it for you, I know how much you love it,” Valeria continued talking and Marcus didn’t know when tears welled up in his eyes.
“I love you,” he blurted out and Valeria flashed him a beautiful smile.
“You know I love you more. More than anything in the world, Heart” she winked.
Marcus couldn’t take it anymore. The urge to take her into his arms, holding her tight and never letting her go overwhelmed him and he found his legs inching closer to the counter.
But, as soon as he got there, her body vanished into thin air. Then, reality dawned on him… She’s gone.
Hot tears rolled down Marcus’s eyes uncontrollably and he didn’t bother to hold it in, he let out a painful cry. He was in pain, his heart was in a great pain.
“You can’t live without her, quit the lies,” His subconsciousness said gently and he nodded his head vehemently. That was the truth, she was his life. His world, he can’t possibly live without her.
“I can’t live without you, Val,” he whispered.
“I can’t…”
****
Loud cries filled the whole room as Valeria buried herself under the duvet. Her face was soaking wet with her tears, she had been crying non stop after Marcus had left the house in anger.
She had thought she’d be fine, but no! She wasn’t! She was in great pain, she loved Marcus more than anything in the world and staying away hurts to the core.
“I can’t..,” she choked on her tears, crying loudly.
“I can’t stay away,” she whimpered. She looked really pitiful now. The once cheerful Valeria was in no way compared to this.
It would have been better if he wasn’t mad at her, but he was! The one thing she h@??s was Marcus getting mad at her, she can lock herself up for days, crying alone in her room.
“I can’t stay away,” the words came out from her mouth again as her tears dominated the whole house.
****
Isabella was asleep on the bed when Freudian strode into the room lazily. His eyes went to her legs which were bare to his eyes. She was just in her nightie and she looked undoubtedly segzy.
Freudian licked his lips lustfully as he stared at her. He made a move when he heard his phone blaring loudly.
“Fûck!” He cussed, walking to the couch where his phone was. He took his phone and picked the call.
“Did you check your time before calling?” He asked irritatedly.
“Our plan got ruined today,” a voice which was recognized as one of Freudian’s guards said.
“What? How the hell did that happen?!” Freudian yelled, veins popping on his neck. He suddenly grew mad within seconds!
“It… It was Marcus Aurelius, he prevented it from happening,” the guard stuttered and Freudian could swear he heard a loud bang on his head.
Marcus? That motherf-__-ker ruined his plans?
“Take care of him. Find ways to eliminate him! Destroy anything that has to do with him! Make sure no one toys with me! Make sure no one gets in my way ever again!” He yelled violently and that woke Isabella up.
Freudian ended the call, breathing heavily in anger. The news he heard spoiled his mood, no doubt.
“Is everything okay?” Isabella’s soft voice rang in the room and his attention went to her.
Seeing her, he suddenly felt hōrny and he started taking slow steps towards her.
“What… What are you doing?” Isabella stuttered in fear when he got on the bed. In a forward motion, he dragged her towards him and made her lay on the bed, he got on top.
“Freudian, please! Not anymore, I’m still sore!” Isabella cried under him, struggling to push him away.
A slap from Freudian stopped her immediately. She stopped struggling with him with tears stinging her eyes. Her cheek was already red.
“Don’t you dare refuse me, I’m your husband! I own every part of you, every part of your slutty body!” Freudian yelled in anger and she trembled, breaking down in tears.
That didn’t move Freudian. Instead, his hand went under her nightie and tore her nightie roughly. Then, he spread her legs apart and got himself ready to penetrate inside her.
Isabella laid there, not bothering to struggle with him. Instead, she laid there motionlessly, crying her eyes out. This was how it had always been, him forcing himself on her brutally, hitting her as though she were a punching bag.
Without any warning, Freudian drove himself inside her and a shrill cry of pain escaped Isabella’s lips. She was still in pain as she hadn’t recovered from the previous night’s own and now this.
“Slow down, please! I’m hurting!” She cried as he began ramming his dîck inside her, going at a fast pace. Her pleas fell on deaf ears and he went harder, hitting her walls mercilessly.
His hand went to her brêast and he pinched a ??pplë roughly, not going easy a bit. He was venting all his anger on her.
All through this, Isabella laid there with tears streaming down her cheeks. He was treating her as though she were a piece of trash, a trash that’s meant to be used anytime… Anyday.
TBC