Mayor's Dutiful Wife

1. Hannah Clarke

"She died for you, Hannah. She knew I'll only do what was best for you. The least you can do for her is listen to me" he said getting close to my ear as gut-wrenching sobs tore through my chest.

"You are the reason she committed suicide"

"Please, dad. Please, stop" I cried out. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Hannie bear, you don't have an option. I'll destroy everything you have ever wanted. I'll destroy your life if you don't this" he said calmly.

Everything was just a joke to him. I was a joke to him. My life, my happiness didn't matter to him. Tears freely fell from my eyes as I shook my head unable to accept what he was doing to me.

"Now, freshen up. He will be here in an hour. So, you better look presentable for him" he said

"No, I won't" I shouted. Anger and defiance were my last resort. He wouldn't listen to my pleading.

"Shut up" he roared making me flinch.

"He's the mayor of our town, you will treat him with respect. You will do whatever he wants you to do. He has already signed the papers and that makes him your husband. Learn to obey and respect your husband" he shouted and I didn't know what to say or do. I sat there lifelessly listening to him.

I knew my father was a misogynistic male chauvinistic jerk but I never thought he hated me this much.

"I've already given instructions to my secretary, She will turn you into a pretty little wife for Mr. Mayor" he grabbed my arm and dragged me out of his office. His fingernails dug into my skin. I looked at my father with blurry vision as he dragged me out. I couldn't believe he was the same man as yesterday.

"Make her presentable and come back to my office. You have forty-five minutes" he ordered coldly, the secretary nodded and led me away from there.

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Two days earlier...

We got to the venue and double-checked every little detail making sure that nothing goes wrong.

I went backstage and all the models were lined up prepping for the show. Luke usually deals with this department. He knows how to handle models.

Scarlet was dressed in our one-of-a-kind dress. She looked breathtaking.

"I thought you'd still be at home sleeping," I said to her and she sassily rolled her eyes.

"Please, girl, I take my job very seriously," she said making both of us burst out laughing.

Everyone knows how serious she is about her job. She once threw a milkshake over Luke's head right before the show was about to start. She would have been fired if she wasn't our friend.

I peeked from the side of the stage and saw Suzanne Mendes sitting in the front row watching everything with calculative eyes.

Suzanne Mendes, a fashion critic, was attending one of our fashion shows. If we got a good review from her, we will be listed in Morbes top ten designers in New York City, which is a big win for us.

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The fashion show was a success and I saw a hint of a smile on Suzanne's face, finger crossed.

Now, we have to wait for her review. Before leaving she said she would love to visit our headquarter and see the teamwork for herself. She said she was impressed, that's a lot coming from her.

Luke, John, Pearl, Scarlet, and I decided to go celebrate. We went to an exclusive club.

We decided that because we all have office the next day we will have a few drinks only, like the responsible adults we are. Few drinks turned into a full-on drinking spree like always.

Scarlet took us to the dancefloor and we danced our ass off aware of how horrible dancers we were.

I felt a pair of hands snake around my waist. I didn't mind or maybe the alcohol was messing with my head. I looked over my shoulder to see him smiling at me, he was fairly handsome. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. We danced off the beat slowly. He had the bluest eyes I have ever seen. He pulled me into him and I felt his bulge on my stomach.

Something inside of me triggered. My head started spinning, my stomach churned and my heartbeat quickened as nauseous flashbacks flashed before me.

Flashback

"Let me go, please" I pleaded

"Shh... Keep it down" he kept pulling me into him.

"Please, I do not want this" my fifteen-year-old self kept crying quietly.

"Just a little more, princess" he sneered in my ear as he rubbed himself on my clothed butt. His pants were on his ankles while he continuously rubbed his hardness over my dress. I kept crying silently, hoping that it will be over soon.

Abruptly, he uttered profanities in my ear, his smelly breath hitting my nostrils. I gagged as I felt liquid seeped into my dress from behind.

He let go of me and I fell on the ground feeling dirty and used. He kicked me in the back.

"If you tell anyone about this, you are dead. Your father will kill you because it's your fault all this is happening to you. You seduced me" he said and grabbed my jaw harshly.

"You will not tell about this to anyone, right?" He threateningly asked

"N-no" I cried and he threw me back on the ground.

"Stop f*****g crying" he hissed kicking me in the same spot once again. He stepped over me, walking out of my room adjusting his pants.

Flashback Over

I didn't know when I began to hyperventilate. The guy behind me probably got startled. He kept asking me if I was okay? Or do I need water? Or maybe I need to sit down.

He led me to one of the booths and made me sit, offering me water while rubbing my back gently. He apologized and said it was never his intention to scare me.

Little did he know, it wasn't his fault, I was afraid of s****l intimacy, always have been.

After I calmed down a bit, I thanked him. The effects of alcohol slowly wearing off. I saw John and Luke approaching me with worry etched on their faces.

"Hannah, you okay?" Luke asked sitting beside me.

"Did he do something to you?" John yelled over the loud music, grabbing him by his collar.

"No, John. I'm okay, he helped me" John let go of him and sat beside me. The poor guy awkwardly scampered out of there.

"You want to go home," Luke asked

"No, I don't want to ruin your night, go on enjoy. I'll call my driver" I said

"Babygirl, What's wrong?" Scarlet pushed past everyone to get to me. She is the only one who knows what happened to me. I hugged her as soon as I saw her.

"We will go home now, you guys enjoy your night," she said to our friends before leading us out of the club.

We were sitting at the back of a cab, I was staring out of the window mindlessly when she put a hand over mine.

"Another one of those episodes?" She asked squeezing my hand

"It's nothing, really" I sighed

"You need to see a doctor for this, banana. This is not healthy" She reasoned

"I am fine, I don't need a doctor," I said and she pressed her lips together disappointed.

The driver was taking peeks at us in the rearview mirror and Scarlet decided to give him a show.

She deliberately opened the top buttons of her shirt and bit her lips.

"f**k, I can't wait to get home and rip that f*****g dress off of you," She said loudly, so he can hear her. I controlled myself from laughing out loud when I saw the driver gulp.

She kept making dirty remarks about me and the driver got more and more excited thinking that we will have s*x in his backseat.

We reached my apartment building and she pulled money out of her breast, what the f**k? He greedily snatched money from her hand and we walked to my apartment holding hands laughing.

I took a warm bath and wore my nightdress. I slid under the covers feeling safe in my room.

Scarlet was in one of the guestrooms, the one she always uses when she stays over.

Many people mistake us for a lesbian couple due to her inappropriate comments about my body. She once said she gets a lady boner whenever she sees me being bossy in a board meeting, in front of all my board members. And to say I was embarrassed was an understatement. To this day, they all think that I am a lesbian.

Not even a single guy flirts with me in office because they think I am an uptight lesbian, who hates men. That is not true at all.