Billionaire's Arranged Alliance

"What do you mean I'm getting married right now?" I stood there, my mouth ajar as I looked at my parents in shock. "Did I stutter? Do I have to repeat myself?" Dad asked, looking at me with anger in his eyes. I took some steps away from him, because whenever he was angry, there was a chance he would get physical with me. "You heard him right. There's no time on our side, go into that dressing room and get ready, you have less than two hours." Mum said, making me more confused. They hadn't provided me with a sensible explanation, "I still don't understand what's going on here?" I said, voicing my confusion to them. I was at my part time job when I got a call from mum asking me to meet her at this location. Upon my arrival, I was surprised to see that it was a wedding venue and I was further surprised when dad suddenly told me that I would be getting married. "Are you going to be difficult? Why do you find it so hard to obey any instruction?" Mum shouted at me. I could tell my endless questions were slowly beginning to get on their nerves but I had to know what was going on before I do anything. I also knew I had to choose my next words carefully because I could sense that she was already getting angry. "I'm sorry, but can you explain to me what's going on here? Why am I getting married?" I tried again. "Enough!!!" Dad suddenly slammed his hand on the wall, making me jump in fear, "we owe you no explanation, we are your parents, we own you and you will do as we say." He spat at me. "I can't just get married dad, I'm not ready to get married." I told him quietly, casting my eyes to the ground as I was too afraid to look at him. "You think I care about what you want? You are getting married and that's final." He said. "No please," I immediately went down on my knees and started begging them, "please don't do this to me. I don't want this." Tears were already rolling down my face at this point but they weren't even moved by my tears. "I have a boyfriend and I love him dearly, that's who I want to get married to please." I tried using another approach. "Who gave you the permission to have a boyfriend?" Dad yelled at me, I realised I had made a mistake by mentioning that, but I couldn't take it back again. "His name is Matt, he's also a barista at the café where I work." "You're such a disappointment," mum sneered at me, "you can't find a billionaire to seduce, instead you're in love with a barista, you are useless." She said and landed a slap on my cheek at the end of her sentence. "I do not give a damm about your boyfriend, get in that dressing room and get dressed now." He commanded. Dad was already fed up with my crying, so he reached out and grabbed me by the wrist, dragging me in the direction of a room. When he opened the door, he flung me inside, "You will be called when the ceremony is about to start." He said and shut the door. After shutting the door, I hear three locks click before his footsteps started fading away. He even locked me in the room so I wouldn't run away. I dragged myself up from the floor and went to the closet, I opened it and true to what he had said, there was a wedding dress there. After putting it on, I was joined by some strangers and they took care of my hair and makeup. About thirty minutes afterwards, I heard the famous bridal song begin to play along with the door of the room being opened. When the door opened, dad appeared in my vision, also dressed up in a fancy black tuxedo. "When you get out there, just smile and keep your mouth shut. Do not say anything without my permission." He started and I nodded my head timidly. "If you mess this up," he leaned closer to me and grabbed my ass harshly, "you know what I'll do to you." He whispered. I felt disgusted all over my body and I wanted to run out of his grasp, but I dared not, I was too weak to stand up to him, instead I nodded my head again. "Whatever he asks you to do, make sure you do it. Ethan Blackwood is not someone you disobey or disrespect." He further said and I only nodded my head again. I guess that was who I was getting married to. I knew Ethan Blackwood, he was the most famous and youngest billionaire in the entire country. No one dared to mess with him, he could not be disrespected, I had never met him before but here I was, about to be married to him. "And speak when I'm talking to you." He commanded. "Y-e-e-s-s Sir." I answered him, stammering uncontrollably as well. "Fix that stammer right now, you're about to get married to Ethan Blackwood, don't let him see just how weak and stupid you are." "Yes sir." I tried again and I didn't stammer. "Miss? Sir? You may enter now." A petite lady informed us and the doors leading to the big hall opened and we stepped in. The walk down the aisle was short and I found myself in front of my soon to be husband, Ethan Blackwood. His eyes scanned me up and down and he opened his mouth to talk, "Ugly." That was all he said. "I didn't get that sir." Dad said beside me. "Couldn't you have gotten a good make-up artist? You look ugly." He said out loud on the altar. "My sincerest apologies Mr Blackwood, I didn't know her make-up wasn't done to your liking." Dad apologized profusely beside me. "Get off the altar right now." He snapped at dad and dad ran off the altar infact. I had thought it was going to be a long ceremony but in less than thirty minutes, we had exchanged our vows and had been pronounced as husband and wife. Without wasting any more time, we got off the altar and we walked out the hall, I followed behind Mr Blackwood until we arrived in what looked like his dressing room. "Name?" I heard him say and when I looked up at him, I saw that he was talking to me. "Avery Jones." I told him quietly. "You're not just ugly, you lack common sense as well. Did we not just get married?" He pointed out. I realised my mistake and corrected myself immediately, "Avery Blackwood." "Address me as sir whenever you're talking to me." He added. "Yes sir." "Now listen Avery, I don't like repeating myself. Before you got here, your parents signed a contract, that contract was why we got married. Do you realise what that means now?" He asked. I wanted to guess but I didn't want to anger him in case I was wrong, so I just shook my head. "I gave your father money to save his failing company, so what that means is that, I now own you Avery and I will do with you whatever I wish." He smiled wickedly at me. Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to fall, I couldn't believe what he had just said, everything made sense now, my parents had just sold me off. He wanted to say something else but a knock on the door interrupted him, he told the person to come in and a beautifully dressed lady entered the room. "Glad I caught you before you left." She said. "What do you want Isabella?" "I'm not here for you brother, I'm here for her." She said pointing at me before coming to sit beside me. "Hi I'm Isabella, youngest daughter of the Blackwood family. You are very beautiful." She introduced herself. "Thank you." I answered timidly, not being able to look at her. "We have to leave now Isabella." Ethan said to his sister and this made her grumble. "Why are you in such a hurry? I want to spend more time with my new sister." She said, looping her arms with mine. "Don't deceive yourself Isabella, she is not a member of our family, she only carries our family name on the marriage certificate, she is nothing more than trash her parents got rid of." He said to her. "Be polite Ethan." She scolded him. "You are worthless and useless to me, and you will never be more than that." That was all it took for all the tears I had been holding back to start falling. "Get up!!" He said to me harshly and I quickly obeyed his instruction. We left the dressing room and went downstairs, mum and dad along with two other people and Isabella were waiting for us downstairs. "We'll be back in a week." Ethan said when he stopped in front of the older looking man "Alright son, make me proud." Ethan's father said and patted his back, that was all. We entered into the car that had been waiting for us at the entrance of the hall and the car sped off. Mum and dad didn't even bid me farewell. I didn't know where we were driving to and I was too afraid of Ethan to ask him. A phone started vibrating and when I looked around, I found the phone and I discovered it was mine, and Matt was the one calling me. I didn't think twice, I just received the call but before I could utter a single word, the phone was snatched out of my hands and I saw that it was Ethan who took the phone. He took one look at the screen and frowned his face, "You are not allowed to call this number again. If you do, I will make you regret calling my wife." That was what he said before rolling down the window and tossing my phone out. I gasped quietly, there was nothing I could do anyways. The drive went on until we arrived at an airport and six hours later, I heard the pilot say that we had arrived in Paris. I guess we were here for our honeymoon. We drove straight to the hotel from the airport and when we arrived in our room, I was ready to go to sleep and put the day behind me when the unexpected happened. "Strip." I heard Ethan command from behind me. When I turned around to look at him, he was sitting on a single chair and looking directly at me. "Sir??" I asked, pretending like I didn't hear him. He chuckled before putting his whiskey glass down and walking slowly to me. When he was at arms length, he caressed my face, "I don't like to repeat myself Avery. Take your clothes off now." He whispered in my face. "I-I-I can't-t-t do th-h-a-a-t sir-r." I told him, closing my eyes tightly, I couldn't control my stammer. "I'll make you regret that." He answered and before I could ask what he was about to do, he reached up and tore the gown I had on me into half, from top to bottom. "I own you Avery. Now strip." He said. With tears rolling down my cheeks, I started to take off the remaining clothing I had on me, only God knew what Ethan Blackwood was about to do to me.