Fated Vows

Chapter 9: Trapped in pain

"You wait here," Gavin said before leaving.

Elara stood there, feeling out of place in this atmosphere.

Why didn't Gavin explain when her identity was misunderstood?

Why did he leave her alone here to wait for Tyler?

She would soon get her answer...

Uncle Joe came over with a glass of wine, slightly drunk, and said, "Sit next to me, how about it? I'll be gentle with you."

Elara's brows furrowed slightly, feeling disgusted inside. "Why sit next to you?" another man approached. "I'll pay a thousand for her appearance fee!"

"I'll pay two thousand, and no one else has this price for their appearance!" Uncle Joe generously offered.

"You've got it all wrong, I'm not a model here," Elara's face turned pale.

"Wait,...what?..like what do you mean? Don't act innocent here, you just think the money's not enough!" Uncle Joe sneered. "Do you think you're bedazzled? You look pretty and innocent, but who knows if you can even take off that outfit!"

"Otherwise... why don't you take it off and let's see?" the man next to him said.

Uncle Joe grabbed Elara's wrist. "Let me check if the quality is up to par."

"Let go..." Elara struggled in disgust. "Let go!"

She used all her strength to break free from the man's grip, but the inertia from the force caused her body to fall backwards.

"Ah!"

Elara thought she would fall, but her back hit a thick, solid body.

In her ear was a man's low, deep, and cold voice. "What, not satisfied with my arrangements?"

Elara's scalp went numb. Tyler...

"After eating white rice for a few days, it's time to have some meat!"

Tyler roughly pushed her forward by grabbing her shoulder.

"Ah!"

Elara fell on the edge of the coffee table, knocking over two cups, one of which spilled the wine and splashed her face, wetting her hair. Tyler sat on the sofa, his posture lazy, his long legs crossed, looking at the embarrassed Elara with cold and dark eyes.

The uncle Joe who was just there rushed to pour the wine, "Mr. Tyler, please have a drink."

"You pour it!" Tyler ordered coldly.

Uncle Joe's hand stiffened for a moment, then he understood and handed the bottle to Elara.

Elara trembled as if she was soaked in cold water all over her body.

She knew that Tyler was humiliating her, and if she didn't obey, she would never leave this private room.

Thinking of her lovely and innocent Fahez abroad, Elara could only swallow her tears and tremblingly took the wine bottle to pour the wine.

Tyler picked up the wine glass, sipped it lightly, and looked at Elara's face with a cold and sharp gaze.

"Can I... leave now?" Elara asked in a trembling voice. She was still kneeling on the ground, feeling anxious and scared.

Most of the people under the room were busy with their errands and none looked bothered. This scared Elara even more.

And Tyler, like a king, controlled the whole situation.

"Why leave as soon as you arrive?" Uncle Joe poured her a drink. "It's an honor for you to drink with Mr.Tyler. Drink up!"

"I don't drink..." Elara refused and turned her face away.

Tyler reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him. His dark eyes were cold and intimidating.

"Don't tell me you didn't learn it from abroad to accompany men for drinks?"

Elara looked at him with teary eyes, her body trembling.

" Huh? is that not how you lost your virginity Elara?"

Elara's mind went numb,and she felt wronged.

"I knew it you are a slut and that's why you won't answer that!" Tyler's grip tightened, almost crushing Elara's jawbone.

"Ah!" Elara cried out in pain.

Tyler patted her face and let go.

Her body went weak and she fell to the ground, tears falling.

Uncle Joe came over and pulled her up. "Come on, drink. It's not proper to come to a place like this and not drink."

Elara was forced to sit on the sofa, and drink after drink was handed to her. She gulped them down out of frustration. She wanted to forget everything.

The foreign liquor was too strong for her under every sip, making more tears well up in her eyes.

One of the women sat next to Tyler, pouring him drinks and acting coy. However, Tyler's gaze was fixed on the woman he hated to the bone.

By the time Elara had her fifth drink, she was already feeling dizzy and everything seemed blurry, untill someone touched her leg. She woke up immediately and quickly moved away, standing up and running out of the private room.

She rushed into the adjacent restroom and leaned over the toilet, retching continuously but unable to vomit, tears streaming down her face.

What had she done wrong to deserve this treatment?

When she was sixteen, Tyler Gush was such a gentle man she had never seen even in his father.

Just because she got into his room unconsciously now she entered Tyler's nerve this much?

The door closed with a click, making Elara's body stiffen as she felt the eerie atmosphere behind her, sending chills down her spine and into her mind.

Without even turning around, she knew who was emitting this aura...

"You've had enough to drink, haven't you... ah!" Elara's words were cut off as her hair was pulled, forcing her head back and exposing her delicate neck.

Tyler's face was as terrifying as a devil's, "Did I say you can leave?"

Elara's scalp was numb, maybe due to the effect of alcohol, but fear was deeply embedded in her bones.

She gasped, "What do I need to do... to be let go?"

Tyler ignored her question, his gaze narrowed and wandered over her figure, his eyes flashing with a deep and eerie color. He leaned down, his thin lips softly murmuring in her ear, "I wonder if your body is more honest."

After speaking, he patted his thin lips, his grip tight on her jawbone and initiated a one sided kiss.

"Ah!" Elara shuddered violently, her throat choking.

She struggled to get out of his grip that was too tight, she finally retaliated the action.

"So cheap? Huh?" Tyler said as he withdrew and pushed her face away.

This happened immediately Elara had cooperated on the kiss.

Elara felt a burning sensation on her cheek, not knowing if she was pinched through. After Tyler released his pinch, her body went limp. Tyler stepped closer to her, Elara thought of escaping but her entire body was too weak now.

She leaned against Tyler's sturdy chest. Tears flowed from her eyes, weak and helpless, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have come to your room please don't... don't torture me anymore..."

Tyler held her chin firmly, lifting it up.

Elara's scalp tingled, the alcohol making her face flush, her head was spinning, and tears were falling uncontrollably, "Why does it have to be me? Why..." Elara asked.

"You know very well. Huh? you wanted to have me Elara, now am all yours!" Tyler chuckled.

Tyler had promised to make Elara know what it means to be better off dead!

Elara sobbed, thinking that marriage is gonna ruin her life just like it did to her mother too.

"Mum i really miss you" Elara mumbled.

"You better endure this marriage well. If you dare die, she'll be next!" Tyler said after he heard her words.

"No..." Elara was so scared that she trembled all over, her head spinning. She couldn't hold on for long before she passed out from the alcohol...