The ugly island beauty

Chapter 5

"Happy wedding night, Fugly"

"It would have been you instead, if you were a little beautiful."

Layla quickly turned the video off, probably hit the wrong button and the call was not cut but video went off. He could not see her anymore.

He roared from other side. "Don't you dare turnoff the video or hangup on me. You ugly creature, quickly turn it back on."

Layla obliged, the video was on, she was visible to him now.

Steve was looking at the screen, now smiling and moaning, asking the brunette to speed up.

"Don't you dare hang up on me, do not disobey me ever. you bloody fugly, you ruined everything for me. You need to suffer untill I decide to divorce you."

Layla's eyes went wide when she understood what he said. He did not want her and was ready to divorce her.

When he saw Layla's face going pale on the other side. He started moving wild, Layla held the phone tight. He was making all the high pitched noises which Layla never heard before, atleast not in succession and not with such visual display. "Why are you so ugly! huh! Even if you were no island beauty, I would have considered touching you if you were atleast a little presentable. Your figure is not so bad, but your face, I cant even stand it. If you were island beauty I would have worshiped your body. I would have fulfilled all your desires. I would have been the best husband in the world, but no!

You deceived me, they cheated me and married me to you. I wanted to marry the island beauty.

I always dreamed of touching her soft skin, eating her out, f*****g her hard.

The one with me right now would be you, had you been atleast a little beautiful. Forget island beauty, if you were atleast a little better looking I would have thought of tasting you atleast once before divorcing you"

"oh! oooh." He stopped talking.

Steve's breathing increased, jagged, irregular. He started making weird noises. After a very high pitched scream, Steve stopped moving. He looked into screen and said,

"Fugly even if you look a little like human some day, I will consider touching you. Look at mirror, you will know why I considered spending money outside instead of touching you. I really dont think I can ever bring myself to get you to my bed, but one can always hope. ha ha ha"

"If you happen to look a little presentable, let me know I might consider coming back to the villa. I would have divorced you this instant but that bloody contract!!! ahhh!!" He was again angry thinking of the contract binding him in this marriage atleast unless he finds a loophole or his factory is finally built on the island.

"Don't spoil my mood now, go hide yourself somewhere, don't show me that hideous face of yours."

Layla hung up the phone. She placed in on the side stand. She didn't want to call the maid to hand over the phone. She knew the maid was aware of why her husband called her just now.

The maid saw her pale, expressionless face, her listless actions, what the maid expected was heavy crying but Layla was calm, perfectly calm. Maid saw her aimlessly walking in the hall but did not approach her. Layla also did not ask for any assistance, didn't even hand over the phone. Probably she didn't want to be more embarressed than she already was.

As she was passing by a room, she saw the door was open. She walked in. The room was so beautiful, decorated quite tastefully. It had a big bed at the centre. Big dressing table and a walkin closet. The bed looked soft and welcoming, but Layla was in no mood to praise the room.

She looked at the mirror. What she saw was the heavily swollan face with purple bruise on both cheeks. Eyes red from all the crying. Her mascara smudged, darkening the skin around her eyes.

The dark colored foundation which was a definite mismatch and atleast 4 shades darker was caked and giving an impression that her skin was chapped, blemished and very unhealthy.

Now she understood the reason for such heavy reaction from her husband.

His words came ringing to her ears.

"Fugly, if you look a little like human some day, I will consider touching you."

"Look at mirror, you will know why I considered spending money outside instead of touching you."

"If you happen to look a little presentable, let me know, I might consider coming back to the villa."

" I always dreamed of touching her(island beauty) soft skin eating her out, f*****g her hard."

"One with me right now would be you, had you been atleast a little beautiful."

"Forget island beauty, if you were atleast a little better looking, I would have thought of tasting you atleast once before divorcing you."

She was disgusted with all the nonsense he spoke. All the visuals he made her watch. She knew it will take her really a long time to get them out of her mind.

She concluded a few things from this call.

-He was not coming back to the villa anytime soon.

-He wanted to divorce her, but cannot do it for some contract. Maybe her uncle knows what contract he was refering to.

-He is building a factory on the island.

-He must have ordered the maids here to make her life miserable, considering he went all out to call her during....

she could not even complete the sentece in her mind.

-He will touch her if she looks good.

Now things were clear to her and she knew exactly what to do.

She went back to the side stand, picked up the maid's phone and made a call.

She gave a list of things she needed and hung up the call.

A big courier was received at the villa after an hour. She made sure to personally receive it.

The maid, Matilda did not force her to go back to the store room. She was also sure that master will not return anytime soon. Matilda felt pity for the new bride and decided not make life any more difficult for her, atleast not today.

Layla set up her stuff in the room she entered earlier. Now she knows its a guest room and it is just adjacent to the store room.

The location of this room was really suitable for her as even if Steve decides to come back, he can never realize she came out from guest room and not store room. It was the only bed room on the ground floor and kind of forgotten.

She took out something from her luggage, set it up on the door, it looked like a lock when the knob was turned and password punched, it locked the door from the inside. Now even the master key wont be able to open the door.

It was then that she breathed a sigh of relief. She was sick of this drama that happened for the last two days.

She opened her laptop, transferred some stuff from the phone in her hand.

Later, she went to the bathroom, filled the tub with hot water. Opened her hair and tied them back up nice and secured. She removed her makeup and soaked herself in the warm water.

When she was done bathing, she wrapperd herself in a towel and came out of the bathroom. She wore a very comfortable tshirt and loose cotton shorts.

She stood infront of the mirror, opened her hair.

What she saw in the mirror was an extremely beautiful teenager, with almost all the swelling gone and the patchy makeup removed, her skin was breathing, free.

Her dark brown wavy hair falling till her hips as soon as she opened them. It perfectly complemented her hazel eyes making them stand out. It also made her delicate features stand out.

When she looked in the mirror, she reiterated the words her new husband spoke while f*****g another girl.

"If you were atleast a little better looking, I would have thought of tasting you atleast once before divorcing you."

She opened the makeup, applied on her face. Once done, she smirked looking at the mirror and softly said,

"Dream on, husband..."