2: Hell on Earth
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Brianna’s POV
I stared at Alpha Roman with shock in my eyes, wondering why he'd think that way of me.
How could he dare insinuate that I tried to seduce him when it was he who stopped me from walking back into the room after the drink?
It was he who grabbed me by the hand and stopped me from leaving the living room. I tried to break free from his hold but he wouldn't let me.
“Stop this, Roman. Remember that we're not supposed to get intimate for any reason,” I reminded him that night but he shook his head as he rose to his feet, his charming blue eyes fixed on mine.
“None of that matters right now,” he said to me, caressing my cheeks with his gentle palms. “I want you and I'm going to have you.”
The tone of his voice wasn't quite the best but something about it pulled me in… That audacity, that sense of dominance. He spoke like he owned me and somehow, it turned me on even more.
Yet, I tried to pull away from him once again but this time, he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. “This could be our chance to make this as real as it ought to be,” he voiced softly and my eyes immediately widened.
“Could it be that Mother was right?” I asked myself, recalling her words that we might fall in love. “Was he in love with me?”
He didn't give me the time to figure that out. He led me by the hand to the room and pushed me to the bed. Then he began to take his shirt off.
When I beheld his wonderfully carved chest and rock-hard abs, I knew we were going to get down. All my defences were shattered and I found myself taking off my dress in a hurry, keen on giving this man the best night of his life.
How then could he have accused me of seducing him instead of taking responsibility? I opened up to him, trusting that he felt something for me, even if we were both drunk and this was all I got for it.
My heart clenched as I got out of his bed and left the room with tears oozing out of my eyes. I knew that I wasn't supposed to get involved with him emotionally but I did and I felt betrayed.
“I hate you!” I yelled, as I got to my room and sat on my bed, pulling my hair as hard as I could. That morning, I swore to avoid him as much as I could except for the times we'd have to show up together for outings.
I did hope too that I didn’t end up pregnant. The thought of birthing a child for him only made me cringe in anger. I’d rather chew needles than birth pups for an alpha that horrible.
A few weeks later, I had just finished making some sandwiches for myself when I heard a knock on the door as I made my way out of the kitchen.
“Hold on, I'm coming,” I said aloud, hurriedly making my way to the door.
On opening the door, I was met by a beautiful woman with hazel-coloured eyes and red hair. “Good day,” I greeted, tracing my eyes down to her well-carved body. She looked amazing. I had to admit that. “How may I help you?”
“Good day,” A judgemental look on her face as she sized me up with her eyes. “It's not your help I need. I'm here to see Roman.”
“And who might you be?” I enquired, even though Alpha Roman wasn't home and I could quite easily have said that to her at the spot. But I was curious and I let it get the best of me. Her daunting look and her sassy behaviour might have also played a role in that.
“I’m Ivy, Roman's actual lover,” she revealed with a confident smirk. “He's been expecting me. Let me in so I can see him.”
“Well, I'm Brianna, Alpha Roman's wife,” I rolled my eyes as she disdainfully fixated on me with pouty lips. “He's not at home right now so I won't be letting you in. I'll let him know that you stopped by just so he'd be sure you won't be coming any closer to him after today.”
“We'll see about that, won't we?” She smiled smugly, licking her lips and gently stroking her hair. “I’ll see you soon, Brianna.”
She walked away and I slammed the door shut in frustration and walked back into the sitting room to sit. That encounter left a bitter taste in my mouth… literally, and I didn't feel like eating anymore.
All I did was wait, repeatedly tapping my feet on the floor as I did. I was keen for Alpha Roman to return so we could talk, no? So I could confront him. The words I planned to say to him burned in my heart, just like the pain I felt.
It wasn't that I was jealous. No. I could barely care less what he wanted to do with his life. But we were in a contract marriage which meant we were supposed to act like a couple and also respect our union while it lasted. How could he let another woman show up at our house looking for him? That was unacceptable.
That night, Roman returned, looking weary so I figured it wasn't the best time for that. Besides, he barely even looked at me when he walked into the house. All he cared about was having his precious bath and crashing onto his bed like a log. He didn't even see me gently push his door open to spy on him. He was that exhausted.
The next morning, he was all dressed to leave the house when I quickly ran to him. He wore a well-ironed, plain white shirt, tucked into a pair of black trousers with a striped navy blue tie to match.
“We need to talk,” I voiced, hands on my waist as I looked up into his eyes.
“See, whatever it is can wait,” he voiced, trying to brush me off. “I have something very important to do right now. When I return in the evening, we'll have a discussion. I, too, have something to tell you.”
“This can't wait, Roman,” I insisted, blocking him off as he tried to sidestep me. “Who is Ivy?”
That name seemed to grip his attention as he immediately froze and looked at me, his brows furrowed as he stared. “How do you know that name?” He questioned.
“She came here, to this house yesterday when you were away,” I divulged, causing his eyes to grow even wider. “She said she wanted to see you and called herself your actual lover. She also said you were expecting her. Could you tell me what that meant?”
“I don't have time for this, Brianna,” he maintained with a shake of the head. “Let's just talk about this in the evening. I have an appointment and I can't afford to miss it. Let me pass.”
“Not until you've explained why you'd let another woman come into this house when we're still married,” I barked at him. “This is a contract marriage, yes. But it should be respected, at least until it's over. You're not going to bring people here to insult me, Roman. I won't take that.
“Fine. If this is what you want, then we'll do it now!” He retorted, blowing hot air from his nose as his face contorted with rage. “I'll be back.’
He stormed out of the hallway into his room and I stood, tapping my feet on the floor, and awaited his return. In about five minutes, he was back, with a few documents in his hands.
He walked past me into the living room and I immediately followed suit. “Ivy is the woman that I love. I've always been in love with her, long before I met you,” he revealed, a tinge of coldness in his voice. “She's the reason why this is a contract marriage. We were supposed to be in this sham marriage until she'd finally return back to me. That's exactly what I wanted to tell you earlier but since you want to hear it now, that's fine. Here…”
He tossed a bunch of documents at me. “These are our divorce papers,” he disclosed, casting an angry stare at me. “I don't want you anymore, Brianna. Get the hell out of my life!”
I stared at the document briefly and returned my gaze to him, shocked to my bones while he fumed. “But… it's not up to three years,” I stated, just for emphasis.
Not because I felt it was too soon.
Not because I wanted to spend more time with him.
Not because I hoped that somehow we'd fall in love and our sham of marriage would become real.
No. Not that. Just for emphasis.
“I don't care,” he blurted out. “Get it signed so we can move on. I believe we've been married for long enough. I can't afford to spend one more night with you in this house.”
Just before he left the house, he turned around to say his last wishes. “By the time I get back to this house, I don't want to see you here,” he warned. “Not a single trace of your presence should remain in this house. Take everything that belongs to you with you. Goodbye, Brianna.”
I sat back on the sofa, eyes stung with tears but I knew what I had to do. There was no use fighting back. I, too, wanted out of the miserable marriage but I couldn't help but feel somewhat disappointed.
Without wasting any more time, I signed the papers and carefully placed them on the glass centre table so he'd see them once he got back. Then I went into my room and began to pack my things.
As I tossed my dresses into my large, blue box, I thought about just how much I hated Alpha Roman; how I despised him and wished that we never crossed paths.
I picked up my box which was already slightly wetted by my unrelenting tears and off I went from Alpha Roman's house back to my parents' house whom I assumed weren't going to be too pleased to see me home that early.
On getting home, I ignored my sister who looked stunned to see me. My parents too. They quickly stood from the long, leather sofa and walked to me when I got into the sitting room but I walked past them too, as if they weren't there. They pushed me into the marriage so they had a blame in it.
I paced to my room as they followed after me and slammed the door shut, locking it so no one would get in. They kept knocking but deaf ears were all I could give as I lay on my bed, eyes shut, keen on nothing else but to clear my head.
The next time I opened my eyes, it was already morning. The brilliant rays of sunlight brushed my skin, engulfing me with a warmth that I sorely needed.
Suddenly, I felt a rush in my stomach and quickly rushed to my bathroom. On getting there, I threw up for almost two minutes and felt so weak in my legs, leading me to collapse.
When I awoken, I was on an hospital bed, with my mum seated beside the bed. On noticing my present state, she rushed towards me.
A nurse who was scribbling something down glanced up at me and smiled warmly.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Bradford. You’re pregnant.”
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