DATED HIS EX-BESTFRIEND: REVENGE ON MY EX-HUSBAND

CHAPTER THREE

Emily's POV

“I didn't kill him—”

“Oh, cut the crap, dork. You knew if he helped you, he would die and you let him. You didn't want to die alone so you wanted to die with him. But life had a better plot twist, he died in your stead. I bet you sleep well every night knowing that he died because of you. Why do you think your parents hate you?” He said with a mocking grin and it felt like all the blood in my body had drained away.

My lungs were empty, no air in them. My throat tightened so hard that I could barely breathe. That wasn't the truth. I had begged him to leave me, that it was futile to help me. But he had insisted… I didn't want him to die. It wasn't my fault… right?

The car suddenly came to a stop and it jerked me out of my anxiety as I turned to the window, sucking in a sharp breath. Ramon knew nothing, he was just trying to rile me up. I would not let his words rile me up just because he married me.

“Ramon.” I suddenly called out as he moved to get out of the car and he turned to me with a smirk. “f**k you.” I spat and a sense of satisfaction filled me when his smirk faltered instantly.

“What did you—”

Saying that was a big mistake as his hand landed harshly on my cheeks and my eyes widened in shock and disbelief. I held my cheek as the pain echoed through my brain and he suddenly grabbed my hair, causing me to wince. He pulled me back to look at him, his grip on my hair tight as hell and I tried to struggle but it only made him tighten his grip even harder.

“Listen to me and listen real good. You have no right to speak to me like that, do you understand? You're my property now, and you will submit to me in every f*****g way. Understood?” He bellowed in anger and tears prickled the corner of my eyes as I nodded slowly.

He would pull off the hair from my scalp if I tried to put up a resistance one more time. I knew that because he had done it before. I didn't want it to happen again.

“Speak when I'm talking to you!” He ordered in anger as he pushed my head forward and the moment my head hit the window of the car, I stifled back a sob of pain.

Thankfully, the glass didn't break apart from how hard I hit it; I would be in the hospital by now. My head felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer, and the headache that coursed through my brain made me regret my entire life decisions.

Maybe I should have tried to run away. I might have succeeded. How would I survive with this animal?

“I- I understand.” I managed to whisper and he scoffed in annoyance as he stepped out of the car. All I wanted to do was curl up into a ball and cry my eyes out but I knew better. So I got out of the car and followed behind him slowly.

I wanted to strangle him with my bare hands. But what could an omega like me do to him? He would get rid of me instantly.

“Like I said.” He continued as he pushed the door open and my mouth dropped at how gorgeous the apartment looked. “You're nothing but a business deal. Do you know what I want from you, however?” He asked as he turned to me and I froze in my tracks.

I shook my head slowly as he approached me and I had to bite down on my tongue to stop myself from cowering away from him. I was scared. What did he want from me?

“What did I say about speaking when I ask you a question?”

“I- I don't know what you want from me.” I stuttered, hating how weak I sounded and he smirked, slapping my cheeks lightly until I was sure my cheeks turned red.

“You will bear me an heir. You will carry an alpha and if you don't, I will rip the bastard out of your stomach myself. Is that understood?” He ordered with an evil smirk on his face and I couldn't help the fear that coiled around me like a snake.

“I understand,” I whispered and he finally walked out of the house while I stood there, shaken and horrified. The worst thing about Ramon was his ability to do whatever he said. If he said he would rip the child out of my stomach, he would. He never went back on his word.

I have to find a way to get out of here before he can even get the chance to have his way with me. I heard Ramon's car drive away as a sigh of relief escaped my lips. I could begin to plan my escape now that he was gone. A maid walked up to me and gestured for me to follow her. If Ramon wasn't the owner of this mansion, I would have commended him for having such exquisite taste. The whole place screamed luxury in magnificent ways and even though my head was hurting, I couldn't help but stare around in awe.

Until the exquisite rooms started to fade away and we went deeper into the mansion. We took the stairs downstairs and I frowned in confusion.

Where the f**k were we going?

The maid finally stopped in front of a room and I could have sworn that this was the basement.

“This is your room.” I heard the maid say, and I froze for a second, wondering if she had made a mistake or something. It was pretty cold here and there was almost little to no light here. How could this be my room?

“Are you sure there's no mistake? How can this be my room?” I asked in confusion, but she didn't respond as she pushed the iron door open, and to my surprise, my luggage was already there.

“Master Ramon assigned this room to you. I have no say in it.” She replied with a stoic expression and before I could retort, she walked away, leaving me all alone in the dark basement. A cold air blew through me and I shivered as I took a step into the room.

Hell, it looked like a freaking cell.

My stomach churned at how musky the room smelled and when I glanced at the bed, I nearly threw up. It looked like this room hadn't been cleaned in twenty years. The sun barely got in here and I would probably freeze to death. This was the life my parents had sold me off to live.

I hadn't even settled in when guards burst into my room and started to drag me out. I screamed and told them to let me go, but no one listened as they dragged me out of the basement and out to the mansion.

They threw me to the ground and I winced as my knees scraped the floor. I raised my head only to be met with the worst person to exist after Ramon. His bitchy sister.

Great, my life would end before it even began.

“Look who it is, the murderer.” She mocked me and I gritted my teeth in anger as I moved to stand up. The guard from behind me, however, pushed me back down and I fell to my knees again. f**k.

“You should know your f*****g place, Emily. You're not welcome here. And you'll never be. You're nothing but a useless child-bearing slave.” She spat in mockery and I gritted my teeth in anger as she walked away before I could say anything to her.

That b***h.

Suddenly, Ramon's car sped into the mansion and I froze, fear and anxiety taking over me. I managed to push myself off the ground, wanting to run as far as I could, away from him but it was too late. He staggered into the building and I could see he was drunk. The moment he set his eyes on me, I knew I was f****d.

“Take her to my room!” He ordered and my heart sank as the guards started to drag me away again. I screamed and begged for them to let me go but they flung me onto his bed as Ramon stumbled like a drunkard into the room.

“Strip!”