BELLA.
'Caspar?' I mumbled, wondering why he couldn't hear my voice before I realized that my mouth was closed by the tape.
I panicked as I tried to make myself heard to him, making possible movements with my tied body to get his attention. I wanted him to look at me, even if it meant staring at the dark. Amidst my desperate actions, I heard more footsteps walking inside the room.
My brows tensed together as I forced myself to figure out who else was there in the room. Unfortunately, all I saw was another tall shadow of a man standing behind Caspar's dark silhouette. I struggle with my wrists to get free from the thick rope tied around them, moving my ankles to get free.
"Boss, as ordered I brought her and tied her up. Any other orders?" I heard Alex's voice and my head turned in his direction. I recognized that the man behind Caspar was no other than Alex.
"What about the men who were with her?" Right after I heard Caspar's question and my heart raced repeatedly.
"They're dead except for her butler. I left him alive so that we could track him down to find the location of her husband," Alex replied, almost boiling my blood.
Bastard, he was giving wrong information to Caspar! Olivier is my brother not my husband, fucking idiot. If only he had done a thorough background digging into Sharapova family. And Caspar? Wow, since when did become so stupid and start acting on whims?
Also how could Caspar order me to kill my bodyguards and he even ordered me to finish off my butler Vincent? I need to have a serious talk with this man. I crawled towards and with my heel, I knocked on his leg prompting him to notice me.
"Alex, turn on the lights. My ex-wife has woken up from her pleasant sleep."
Such tone, such attitude and rudeness in Caspar's voice chilled my blood. I was looking at him then immediately I had to squeeze my eyes shut, the lights turned on, illuminating the dark space.
Squinting my eyes, I gazed upon Caspar, he was beautiful and classy as always but his expressions were saying otherwise… His thick brows were tense and frowning down at me he said, "This will be your home now. Do you like it, Bella?"
I roamed my eyes around, there was no furniture, no electronic devices, nothing. Just huge whitewashed walls and marble floor room, no paintings, no decoratives. It was like a clean prison. A PRISON?
I turned my face at him in realization, and wanted to ask him why he had brought me here. Why was he telling me that his boring room is where I should be staying from now? I badly wanted to speak, but I was left only humming because my mouth was sealed with the damn tape.
And as if my prayers were answered, Caspar crouched down near me and removed the tape from my mouth. I gasped in the air and quickly asked the opposite, letting my anger get the best of me,"Caspar, what is the meaning of all this? Shouldn't you be going on honeymoons with your new wife? Why are you bothering me and you even killed my men!"
He didn't reply to my questions and instead gave me a look of disbelief. Irritating me further, he glanced at Alex and grinned.
"Alex, what is she blabbering about? Am I supposed to answer her questions?"
"What? Why are you talking like that?" I asked but I was ignored and he held my chin with brute force.
Looking deep into my eyes with feelings of condemnation, he whispered, "You are not allowed to question my actions. I'm not obligated to answer you or give you any explanation for your confusion."
"May I know why that is?" I was now serious, he was talking like an airhead criminal.
Upon hearing my words a big grin pulled up his hellishly beautiful lips and his hazel eyes sparked as if he had been waiting for my question for months.
"You are now my captive. My exclusive sex slave, I will do whatever I please with you. You are obligated to obey my words without any hesitation or questions. Is that clear?"
At the mention of being his captive, my eyes flung open and I looked at him in much confusion. His words sounded alien to me.
"I said," his thunderous voice continued, "is that clear?"
"Yes, boss," Alex chorused, supporting Caspar's words.
I don't know why but for some reason I couldn't accept such treatment from him. My self-respect was too high to become his captive and watch him break me bit by bit. Humiliate me sexually and craft me into a pleasure doll so that he could fuck me anytime… NO. No, I don't want such things from him.
Caspar was a god in my eyes, the man I got smitten with, and vowed to worship with my immense love but this… becoming his sex slave? No, I never imagined myself as a slave to him… even in my dreams I thought of myself as his goddess.
"T-This is unacceptable. I will never agree to become your captive. You must not ruin your beautiful image in my eyes, I don't want to think of you as a devil's reincarnation!"
His laughter filled the silence of the room, I was so infuriated that I was going crazy for smacking his face.
"Caspar! Stop laughing and untie me. I'm fucking done with you, go fuck your new–"
Before I could even complete my sentence, I was rewarded with a hard slap across my face by him. He choked my face, not even letting me recover from the tingling sensation of pain on my right cheek. My eyes filled with tears, I don't know why but I felt hurt because he had never raised his hand on me. Not like this…
Even in anger, he could endure my rude words, so what happened today? I looked at him with my teary eyes, hoping he would feel worried and sorry for his actions but the opposite happened.
"Shut up! It wasn't a suggestion but an order. You are my sex slave and I'll hear no fucking nonsense from a slave," he growled and grabbed the back of my head. "When I say strip, you obey. When I say ride my cock, you obey. When I say kiss me, you obey."
"You must fucking obey my every fucking order," he commanded, yanking my hair and forcing me to look at him. "I'm your master. Disobeying me will lead you to receive brutal punishments from me. I'll show you no mercy!"
"C-Caspar…" my voice hitched as confusion increased in my head. His every word was now breaking my heart, the last remaining affection for him was fading away from my sight… I started questioning myself if this was the same man who proposed to me with so much love and respect!
Indeed I insisted on not believing him. My Caspar, my love can never get so low and rude with me. With my trembling lips, I called out his name again with so much love and respect, "Caspar, I'm sorry."
"I-I know you are angry with me and I'm totally fine with it. I promise to you that I will never interfere in your newly married life,"I tried my best to present my thoughts, hoping for his understanding.
"I-I will forgive you for ordering the killings of my bodyguards and injuring my butler. Our relationship must end from here and I must leave the country… I will never show my face to you, ever again…"
"Oh Bella," he groaned with a string of coldness in his low, deep voice. "I have done nothing wrong so I don't need your forgiveness and the talk about ending our relationship?" He inched closer to my face and I felt his warmth on my face and neck.
"Hell nah," he inched even closer, colliding our noses and our lips almost touched. His eyes looked at mine with mixed feelings of love and hate. "If I let you go, who will I be taking my revenge on? I want you to feel the same betrayal that I felt from you. I want to see the fucking heartbroken face of yours."
His thumb moved on my lips, rubbing my lower lip he smirked, "I wonder what kind of face you will make when I will show you my dark side? The side which is only reserved for my enemies."
"Caspar, you can't do this to me. Do not insult our love, do not make me hate you…"
"That's exactly what I want," he growled, jerking my face off his hand and distancing himself from me as if I were a lowlife person in front of me.
"I want to destroy the beautiful memories we had together," he continued, piercing my heart with his hateful words. "I will make you remember only the betrayal of mine. No love, only hate."
My already broken heart turned cold, I could no longer feel anything for him. My eyes were blinded with tears as I muttered,"So, you have planned this all? Alright, do whatever you want with me. Break me, hurt me, make me hate you…but I want to tell you something to clear the misunderstanding between us."
"The man you think is my husband is actually my brother, Olivier. And I gave birth to your daughter," I stated. "My brother was rescued by his companion and suffered from memory loss otherwise he would have appeared to clear the misunderstanding and stop my father from organizing the assassination."
"You want me to believe in your lies again?" I expected this response from him. "And you gave birth to my daughter? Imagine that! Wow, that must be your new way to manipulate my fucking thoughts, isn't it right?"
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