Ruthless Billionaire's Obsession, His Substitute Bride

Chapter Two

KIERA'S POV

‘Lord help my soul.’ I prayed silently to whatever deity was listening.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest as we drove through town to the secluded famous Macalister estate. I got married in the most unceremonious way.

The previous night, I had cried my eyes out and called my only friend; Cathie but she was out of town and unreachable so it was just me and my miserable fate.

All attempts to make my parents change their minds turned abortive and I was simply reminded of how I've been the scapegoat for Kira’s misbehavior all through my twenty-one years of existence, I was forced to give up on many job opportunities and resorted to studying art in college.

Worse; when I arrived at the court for the wedding, the groom was nowhere to be found and had insisted I sign the documents which had his signature on them already.

At the church? He didn't appear, I was embarrassed and my parents didn't seem to care.

“Miss, we're here.” My thoughts were interrupted by the Chauffeur. I stepped out of the car to stand before the most gigantic and beautiful mansion I'd ever set eyes on.

‘Wow.’ I whispered in awe to myself.

“It's more beautiful on the inside, this way ma'am.” A middle-aged man in a really nice tuxedo said to me with a huge smile plastered on his face.

I was lead into the house with floors that glimmered like glass and the interior decor breathtaking, I was lost in the beauty of the entire place but was brought back to reality by the butler as he gently patted my shoulders. “The young master awaits you.” He informed me.

I remembered my dilemma and as I walked closely behind the man, my heartbeat increased. We halted at a huge door and the man hesitated a bit before yanking the door open, he sighed deeply and motioned for me to step in. “God save your soul.” I heard him mutter before he hurriedly left.

I inhaled sharply and took bold steps into the huge room, it was poorly lit and I could barely see, all I could hear was the resounds of my clanging heels on the marbled floor and a foreboding orchestra playing in the background. Taking a few more steps in, I heard a scuffle, then a whistle.

“This one looks fire!” I heard a masculine voice say.

Then, there came clanging of heels, loudly. From the darkest part of the room; a beautiful woman walked up to me. I smiled weakly at her while she scoffed at me. She held a bottle of whiskey and glass cup in her hands, scowling.

“Not bad.” She commented, stripping me with her eyes.

She began to pour the whiskey in the cup but paused then stretched forth the entire bottle towards me, I arched an eyebrow, unsure of what she meant. “Here, drink this, after all we need to welcome the new bride don't we guys?”

“Yeah.” A set of masculine voices with different depth choruses.

I shook my head. “I don't drink.” I mumbled.

She burst into a peal of sarcastic laughter then frowned. “Drink up.” She barked. I shook my head and she growled slowly, bridged the space between us and grabbed me by my arm, caught a handful of my hair and yanked it backwards trying to force the drink down my throat.

The glass cup broke in the process but she tried to fill my mouth with the whiskey but I yanked myself free and ended up spitting it on her, she yelled in utter disgust. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.” I apologized.

An hurrying footsteps sounded and I lifted my head up only to see the devil himself, standing in his full treacherous glory. “Mr Mac-”

Pah!

I didn't finish speaking before falling backwards, my eyes got filled with tears as I gently lifted them up to see my husband huffing angrily. What a colorful way to meet one's husband-I smiled, tasting my own blood in my mouth.

“How dare you lay your filthy hands on her?!” He thundered.

The tears escaped from my face and I stuttered, not knowing what to say. He turned to face her and began to dab off the stains from her chest with his handkerchief while she smirked maliciously at me.

“Are you fine Thena?” He asked her, softly.

“Yes Danny, I only wanted her to take a sip.” The woman replied, rather too softly as she caressed his face as well and he moaned to her touching. Disgusting!

‘Thena.’ I whispered to myself, the vicious woman's name.

Daniel threw me a dirty look and took the bottle from her, he took large strides towards me, villainously and I instinctively began to move backwards, scared of him but he caught me and squatted before dragging my hair roughly.

“Drink up you drunkard!” He ordered.

“Please stop, I don't drink.” I begged him, crying.

He poured the entire bottle into my mouth, I forcefully swallowed some and spat out most of it which earned me another slap from him. He stood up and spat on the floor beside me. The woman came to his side and tugged his arm. “She isn't worth it, let me.” She suggested a hint of wickedness in her tone.

“Not yet Thena, let the groom have fun with his bride.” I turned to see another man walking up to us say. Two other men trailed behind him, each with a wicked grin plastered on their faces.

“She looks damn hot even in this position Daniel, I guess the rumors are true. What are you going to do? Show us some sweet moves?” one of the men suggested.

I looked at my husband, my eyes begging for help, for mercy. “Strip and dance.” He ordered, his baritone voice reverberating through my spines.

“What?” I blurted, my eyeballs bulging.

“Did I stutter?” He spat bitterly. “I said strip!” He barked.

I fidgeted but shook my head, clutching my hands around my chest, tears rolled down my eyes. He scoffed

“Please, don't.”

“What's this? Your wife is shy? I bet she wasn't when she strip-danced at that bar with those potbelly pigs!” One of the men spat.

I could see Daniel's expression darken and he stared daggers at me. “Dance!” He roared.

Frightened to death, I rose slowly to my feet and tried to dance to the tune being played while they watched closely like a predator watching it's prey. I shook my waist slightly and tears rolled down my eyes as I did, I heard whistles and jeering, I felt my dignity go down the drain.

“What's the hesitation for? You know how to seduce any man you set your eyes on so drop the innocent act!” He thundered at me.

“Please don't do this to me, I don't, I can't.” I pleaded with my eyes as I stared into his, a deep abyss of hell.

He hissed provocatively and motioned to one of the men who passed him another bottle of alcohol, he stepped forward, dragged me closer and poured it's content on me, then tearing of the first layer that covered my chest region, revealing a decent amount of flesh. I screamed, trying to cover my body but another vicious slap taught me better.

“Dance you slut! You're married to me so obey me!” He roared. “Don't you dare act shy, after all; you're Kira Paxton, queen of the night.”

It all began to make sense, the humiliation, the dirty words, the accusations. In his eyes, I wasn't Kiera, I was my sister and boy did she make a name for herself!