This Marriage Will Fail Anyway So I'll Run Away

Chapter 3

MARGOT

"Don’t think about anything else now, Margot," his voice was possessive in my ear, dragging me back to the moment. "It’ll only make me want to f**k your brain out."

"W-What?" My eyes widened as I realized the pain was fading, replaced by an unbearable pleasure. His hips moved again, and this time, I moaned without thinking. “Oh goodness! Ahh! Darius, ohh!”

“That’s it, moan my name, Margot.” His mouth latched onto my n****e, his hand teasing the other, and I couldn’t think anymore. My thoughts were a haze, nothing but a fog of sensation and need. My legs spread wider, welcoming him in.

“Oh, f**k!" he groaned, panting heavily. I could feel the tension in his body, his muscles straining against his own restraint.

All I could feel was him—his weight, his heat, the way his body moved against mine. I had never felt anything like this before, and then it hit me. That familiar build-up inside, the one I only knew from my own hands.

I woke up the next morning, every part of me aching. My body felt heavy, my legs trembling as I tried to sit up. The memories of last night came flooding back, and I clenched my fists as the realization hit me.

Darius had taken advantage of me.

The drug, the wine—none of this would’ve happened if it weren’t for that. I remembered everything, how he’d come into the room after I’d taken a sip. He’d seen the look in my eyes, glanced at the wine, and something had shifted in him. He’d… attacked me.

“You’re awake.”

I flinched at the sound of his voice, deep and commanding. Slowly, I turned my head to see him standing there, watching me with those cold, calculating eyes. He looked like a predator, and I felt like his prey.

“I already prepared clothes for you in the bathroom. Take a bath first, and we’ll have breakfast—"

“I can’t stand up.” My voice was sharp, cutting through whatever calm he was trying to keep. My body trembled with anger and humiliation. “Thanks to you, I can’t stand up!”

He was silent for a moment, just staring at me. My lips quivered, my whole body felt cold.

“I’ll call a few maids to help you–"

“Why did you do that?" I interrupted him, tears stinging my eyes. “Why did you take advantage of me?”

His brows furrowed, and he glared at me, his expression hard. “Why did you drink that red wine in the first place? I only detoxified you, and it meant nothing more than that.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “So you’re blaming me for what happened? Why did you even have that kind of thing in the room where they told me to go?!”

My voice was shaking with fury now. How could he be so dismissive?

“Don’t make what happened last night a big deal. We’re going to get married anyway, and we’ll still have sex.”

I stared at him, stunned. Before I could respond, he added, “Besides, I asked you twice last night if you wanted me to touch you. You answered once with a yes. I don’t see why you’re wronging me now.”

With that, he left the room, leaving me in complete shock. Sure, I said yes last night, but it wasn’t because I wanted to. It was the drug—it was all the drug!

In less than a month, I’m going to marry this man. The rumors about him being ruthless—every single one of them was true.

I had promised myself I wouldn’t judge Darius before meeting him, but after what happened last night? After he treated me like that? I didn’t know what to think anymore. What if he treated me the same way or worse after we were married?

“No, I won’t let that happen,” I whispered, my mind racing as he disappeared from the room.

***

DARIUS

After five hours of waiting, there was still no sign of Margot. I stood at the altar, my eyes scanning the room, catching the whispers, the rising panic behind me, yet feeling nothing. Let them whisper. It didn’t faze me. I checked my watch, watching the minutes pass as I let out a slow breath.

Straightening up, I finally turned around, meeting the stares of the restless crowd. Their murmurs died the second my gaze fell on them. My eyes swept across the room, emotionless, cold.

Then, Margot Ashford’s parents—the Ashfords—came rushing toward me, looking desperate, flushed with shame. They should be.

“Our sincerest apologies, Darius,” Margot’s father started, voice trembling. “Margot has disappeared. We’ve sent people to search nearby cities, but—”

“There won’t be a wedding between Margot and me,” I cut him off before he could finish, my voice steady, calm.

“But, Mr. Velarde—” he stammered, trying to reason with me.

“You heard me.” My words were final. I turned my back on them, walking out of the church without a second thought.

To anyone watching, I must’ve seemed indifferent, unaffected. But inside? Inside, my mind was on fire. Her disappearance consumed me. The more I acted like I didn’t care, the deeper this matter dug into me. My thoughts spun, scenarios playing out in my head.