Chapter 34 This is just the beginning
Chapter 34: Elena POV
It was for love sake. Something phenomenal and something forbidden. It was love at first sight. I was always there he felt the world would crumble, I gave him every he needed to stand firm.
Although, I couldn't tell if he loved me or not because he was always around that girl called Arianna. He always spoke of her and I get jealous often. We weren't meant to be, that was certain but then, there was no harm in falling in love.
I got to discover he had the same feelings as me when I brought up a lie about being marriage. It was an unforgettable night, when he took my virginity away.
He stole my first kiss in the river and under the moonlight. He told me my calamine-pink lips tasted like rose petals. It surprised him that they were plump and botox-boosted as I had a demure, timorous personality.
I whispered to him in a dulcet voice as sweet as any songbird.
Weighing and lurching at my nakedness, my toned skin, glowering as I lustfully gaze at him.
Those were my favorites memories of him. I wasn't shy any more, as my eyes explores his body too
My soft moans in his ears, he wasn't wild, teaching me like he was good in it. When his hungry dick rubs my walls, I flinches.
The satisfactory groan he exhaled out when he thrust my pussy gently enlivened him.
When my hand touches his chest and begins to fall in excruciating slow designs. Gradually I was learning, to become a baddie on bed for him.
We make out in the family house. I enjoyed that sex. I was wild, making him hard. In a few minutes he rolls me over and plunge his dick inside my pussy.
The great bed begins creaking. My breath became short as he felt I might die but I was enjoying the overwhelming esctasy.
My panic and disgust, I thought, were under control, and all my thoughts were on helping him have what he so dearly wanted and to make him love me all the more.
He let me take control as he was proud I was learning.
It was in this spirit that I slid my right hand down between his groin and mine. He lifted a little to let me through.
He only tried to hide it because it was a forbidden romance. I never wanted to see him with anyone and I wanted him as mine alone.
However, my father figured out about it. He found us kissing in the kitchen and how my lover tried defending himself to prove he wasn't cheating on me.
My father secretly arranged a marriage for me with a sick man. It was obvious my father wanted to hide from the shame and the ignominy that comes after. The man I loved was heartbroken as our hands were both tied, we couldn't do anything.
To worsen it, he was transferred to another college out the country and the family didn't object to it, although no one knew the reason why but they believed in my father's judgement.
How pathetic. It was simple, murder this husband of mine and stow away with his wealth.
However, he was quite a cruel man who doesn't mind his sick state to vent his anger on me. I literally became his punching bag. Every night, I find myself weeping and wishing someone comes to save me.
In public, we were the perfect couple, the fake smiles but the smile always leaves my lips when we were in private.
I was his doll, to quell his erotic desires and pleasures. The tortures I went through his hands. It ended quickly because he came to save me. He became my knight and the first who stretched his hand at me in my distress.
I didn't mind when he slayed that man for my sake in his sleep and took me away from there. My love for him grew stronger as he had left that far country for me.
As his wife, I just came up with a story that his sickness killed him. When I thought everything would be mine, I discovered he had wives other than I with kids and relatives who were consumed with greed.
However, I still had some shares that would come in handy at the right time but it just wasn't enough!
It seems my life would never be like Cinderella who married the rich and became one. Nevertheless, I was fine if I'd be with my lover.
My father was the next target. May his soul rest in peace but father, you piss me off! I had no choice. He always finds a way to get rid of me or seperate me from him by fixing marriages for me. No one works until one eventually comes true.
I wonder why the family does find his decisions over my life suspicious. Perhaps, they believed he was just being a good single father who wants nothing but the best for his daughter.
Marriages that almost leads to my death. A night to the wedding, I poisoned my father to death. His death led to the cancellation. It was simple, we barely have a conversation as our relationship was strained because of my affair with my cousin.
I ceased the opportunity to have one last discussion with him, a night to my wedding. He seems surprised to find me in his room, keeping a forlorn gaze at him. It was a father and daughter moment.
My first time having a long conversation with him, usually we only exchange greetings or just an awkward silence. Whenever he speaks to him, it was regarding my affair and how furious he gets like though he'd, flare everything into flames just to keep calm.
Nevertheless, it didn't stop me from falling deeply in love.
He was quite a busy man but for the wedding he was less busy. I appeared like a saint, making it look like a reconciliation. Although, I was baffled that he gave me a chance to have a private chat.
It felt like a get together but I tried not to appear emotional, all I had to do was fill my head with his cruel affection and his scolding.
I got to learn from him that he never hates me but was only protecting me. Seriously? My sending me to my grave through the first marriage?
I spoke up about that and he apologized, telling me that he was desperate to send me off quickly before things get complicated between me and my lover which was certainly getting pregnant.