MARRIED TO A RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE

CHAPTER 2

The wedding ceremony was held at a luxurious private estate, nestled in the rolling hills of the countryside. The estate's sprawling gardens were meticulously manicured, with exotic flowers and towering trees that seemed to stretch up to the sky. A serene lake glimmered in the distance, its surface adorned with delicate water lilies.

As guests arrived, they were greeted by a fleet of sleek, black limousines, each one emblazoned with Charlie's family crest. They were escorted to their seats by liveried footmen, who wore gleaming silver buttons and crisp, white gloves.

Eve, the beautiful blonde-haired bride, emerged from a stunning, crystal-encrusted carriage, drawn by six white horses. Her wedding gown was a masterpiece of haute couture, with intricate, hand-beaded lace and a train that seemed to go on forever.

Charlie, the groom, waited for her at the altar, dashing in a bespoke black tuxedo, complete with a diamond-encrusted tie pin and cufflinks. His eyes locked onto Eve's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

The ceremony was conducted by a renowned minister, who spoke of love and commitment in a voice that boomed like thunder. The guests were seated on plush, velvet chairs, each one adorned with a delicate, silver plaque bearing their name.

As they exchanged vows, Eve's voice trembled slightly, but Charlie's was firm and resolute. They sealed their promise with a kiss, and the crowd erupted into applause.

Charlie took her hand, "I'm your husband now," he whispered in her ear and smiled happily.

Eve felt a shiver run down her spine.

As Eve and Charlie exchanged their vows, Eve felt a sense of unease wash over her.

And then, as they signed the marriage certificate, Eve saw it. A small clause, tucked away at the bottom of the page.

Just as she was about to ask Charlie about it, she saw him. Ryan, Charlie's stepbrother, standing at the back of the church, his eyes locked on hers.

He was so handsome, she thought, with his chiseled jawline and piercing dark eyes. And as he smiled at her, Eve felt a flutter in her chest.

But who was this charming guy?

Eve's eyes darted back to the marriage certificate, and she felt a wave of anger wash over her. She couldn't believe what she was reading.

"What's this?" Eve asked, her voice trembling with fear.

Charlie smiled, his eyes glinting with triumph.

"Just a little surprise, I promise," he said, smiling mischievously.

"A promise of loyalty. You see, Eve, if you ever want to divorce me, you'll have to pay me back. Every penny I've spent on you, every gift I've given you. You'll have to repay it all. "

Eve felt like she had been punched in the gut.

Ryan's eyes never left hers, and Eve felt a sense of comfort in his gaze. Maybe, just maybe, he could help her escape this nightmare.

The reception was a truly regal affair, held in a grand, marble-floored ballroom. The tables were adorned with fine, antique china, crystal glass, and exquisite floral arrangements that seemed to defy gravity. The guests indulged in a sumptuous feast, complete with caviar, lobster, and champagne, all served by an army of liveried waiters.

As the reception began, Eve found herself drawn to Ryan, his charming smile and easy laughter a balm to her frazzled nerves. But as they danced, Eve couldn't shake the feeling that she was married to a cruel billionaire.

"Congratulations Mr Charlie Reynolds"

Said his friends as they both walked to the Black Range Rover waiting to take them to Charlie Reynolds' mansion in New York City.

" Hey bro, you look so happy. Never seen you smile only when we have dinner with dad."

Ryan said to Charlie as he was about to enter the car.

Eve's eyes popped out as she realized the sweetheart Ryan who she couldn't get her eyes off was Charlie's brother.

"Well, guess I smiled at you" Charlie said, trying not to feel happy even if he was overjoyed he had gotten married to a girl he loved.

"Get in the car" Charlie commanded, as Eve had been standing in front of the car staring at them.

She took a last glance at Ryan, and he blew her a kiss. Wow, did he just blow her a kiss, or was she dreaming? Guess she had fallen in love?

Eve settles into the car with Charlie on their way to his mansion. The car was filled with awkward silence as he lit up a cigarette.

Eve only fidgeted nervously in her seat.

Charlie suddenly turned to her, offering her a pack of cigarettes.

"Do you smoke?" He asked, his voice sharp and bold.

Eve shook her head quickly. "No I don't smoke," she stammered.

His expression hardened, and he took the pack away. "Fine, I don't like women who smoke anyway."

Eve looked at him in disgust. "Why did you offer me one then?" she asked with her voice tight.

Charlie took a drag of his cigarette, not looking at her as he blew the smoke out the window, offering no explanation.

"Why did you marry me if you intend to treat me like air?" Eve asked as tears flowed down her cheeks.

His heart melted as he watched her cry. Charlie couldn't understand how he felt. He couldn't deny the fact that he truly loved her and wouldn't want to hurt her. Everything in him wanted to apologize, but he was not ready to do that for any girl.

" You should use a whipper. You look ugly when you cry," he said and let out a loud laugh.

The car door flung open "please step out."

Charlie's personal driver, Andrew said, with a bow, ushering her into Charlie's Reynolds mansion.

Eve stepped out of the car, her eyes fixed on the grand mansion before her. She felt a sense of unease as she gazed up at the towering structure, wondering what lay ahead.

As Eve stepped into the mansion, she was struck by its sheer scale and grandeur. The foyer was a marvel of modern architecture, with a sweeping staircase that curved like a ribbon through the air. The walls were adorned with priceless artwork, and the floors were made of polished marble that seemed to glow in the soft light.

The mansion was a testament to Charlie's wealth and status, a symbol of his power and influence. It was meticulously crafted, from the crystal chandeliers to the bespoke furniture. The air was thick with the scent of luxury, a heady mix of leather, wood, and fine perfume.

As they walked through the mansion, Eve saw glimpses of Charlie's personality, his tastes and passions reflected in every room. There was a private movie theater, a state-of-the-art gym, and even an indoor swimming pool. The walls were lined with shelves, filled with rare books and artifacts that seemed to hold secrets and stories of their own.

The kitchen was a culinary dream, with sleek appliances and a massive island that seemed to stretch on forever. Eve saw a team of chefs moving with precision, preparing a feast that would rival any Michelin-starred restaurant.

As they reached the top floor, Eve saw a stunning glass conservatory, filled with exotic plants and a breathtaking view of the city skyline. The room was filled with natural light, and Eve felt like she was floating in the air.

As they walked through the mansion, Eve saw Ryan, Charlie's stepbrother, standing in the foyer. He smiled at her, and Eve felt a sense of comfort in his presence.

But Charlie's voice cut through the air, his tone sharp and commanding.

"Ryan, show Eve to her room. She must be tired from the journey."

Ryan nodded, his eyes locked on Eve's. "Follow me," he said, his voice gentle.

As they walked up the stairs, Eve felt a sense of feelings towards Ryan. "This is your room," Ryan said, opening the door to a stunning suite that seemed to belong in a fairy tale. The bed was a massive, four-poster affair, draped in silk and velvet. The walls were adorned with delicate, hand-painted murals, and the floor was made of polished wood that seemed to glow in the soft light.

Eve felt like a princess, a pampered and indulged guest in a palace of wonder. She knew that she had to be careful, that this life was not hers to keep.

As the night wore on, Eve found herself feeling comfortable around Charlie. Despite his rough exterior, she saw glimpses of kindness in his eyes. They sat together on the couch, sipping champagne.

Without a word, Charlie stood up and pulled Eve into his arms. He kissed her softly, as he caressed her breast at the same time, she felt so horny as he moved his lips to her neck, their lips crashing together.

Eve felt like she was melting into his touch, her body responding to his every caress.

As they broke apart for air, Charlie smiled and took Eve's hand. "Come with me," he said, his voice low and sweet.

Eve nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. She knew what was about to happen, and her heart was pounding in fear.

As they fell onto the bed, Charlie's hands roamed over Eve's body.

Eve's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing slowing as she surrendered to his touch.

Charlie's lips followed, sucking her n****e softly.

"Ouch " she moaned in pain as he thrust his d**k into her wet p***y, "slowly" she said with gasps. It was painful, more than she had ever thought.

Charlie pulled out as blood flowed from her p***y. "No" he said in disgust as he rushed to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Ouch" she said in pain as she managed to walk to the bathroom with her breast standing erect while her hands covered her hurting p***y.

She walked into the bathroom only to find Charlie standing naked under the shower crying like a child.

Why was he crying after having s*x with her??