Married To Hell

Curiosity kills the cat

Jade's POV

I woke up to the rays of sunlight beaming directly at me. I stirred in bed facing the opposite direction when the time on my alarm clock caught my eye. It was already 10:0 clock.

I was such a sleepy head.

Sighing, I reluctantly removed the covers from my body and sat up on the bed. The side next to me was empty. He must have left for work already. After the 'talk' he had with me yesterday, I made sure I stayed completely invincible and only came to bed when he was asleep. The embarrassment was too much and I wasn't planning on adding more insult to injury. I'd even go as far as skipping dinner so as to avoid being able to cought by him.

The events that have occurred since the day of my marriage, only proves that this union wasn't a normal one at all. In fact it was far from normal. Firstly, he showed up late for the wedding looking bored out of his mind. Secondly, he completely abandoned me on 'our' wedding day and spent the time with his girlfriend who by the way happens to be my cousin. Thirdly, he had a freaking phone s*x with God knows whom on the night of 'our' wedding. When most couples would be consummating the union. Well, that's the point we aren't most couples. Lastly, I had a s*x dream a f*****g s*x dream that involved another man on my 'weding' night. All these events screams abnormality.

Just as I was about to get off the bed, the door opened revealing a young girl probably my age walking into the room with a tray in her hand. From the clothes she was wearing, I could tell she was a maid.

"Good morning madam". She greeted just as she stood before me.

"Morning".

"Martha said you didn't come down for dinner last night and asked me to bring this up". She set the tray on a table beside the bed.

"That's sweet of her". "What's your name?". I asked as I opened the lid revealing a delicious looking Pasta.

"Cindy ma". She looked tense. I don't mean to sound biased but the Cidny's I knew were always bitches. But this one seems rather shy and friendly. Not that I knew a lot of Cindy's anyway.

"You can call me Jade". "I'd feel more comfortable". I said with a smile. She only nodded in return not meeting my gaze.

"How about I finish this delicious meal and then you take me on a tour?". "That's if you're less busy".

"Sure I'd love to ma".

"Jade". I corrected it.

"Okay Jade". She smiled this time looking a bit relieved. Why was she so tense before?

"You can leave now Cindy I'll fetch you once I'm done". Nodding, she turned and left. Thank God I had someone to talk to. I was slowly dying of boredom. Quickly, I rushed into the bathroom, did my usual stuff and came back out. I tasted one spoon of the delicious food and moaned with pleasure. Martha was a good cook. The food reminded me of grandma.

I'd totally forgotten to call her yesterday. Thanks to Mr douche bag.

In no distant time I was done with the food. I packed up the dishes and went downstairs. Reaching the Kitchen, I found Martha and Cindy doing the dishes.

"Good morning Martha". I greeted and walked in.

"Morning Jade". "Hope you slept well?".

"Compared to the other night, yes". I placed the plates in the washer. "Your food was delicious by the way".

"I'm glad you liked it. But as much as I'd love to take the credits I didn't make it". "That masterpiece was Cindy's doing".

"That was one of the best Pasta I've ever had". I complimented facing Cindy.

"Thanks. I'm glad you liked it". She said her cheeks flushed. How shy was she?. I turned back towards the plates and Martha was already drying them up.

"Let me help". I sincerely wanted to lend a hand.

"I'm almost done and besides Cindy said you asked her to show you around. So you both can go while I finish this". She gently pushed me aside, urging me to leave.

"So where do we begin?". Cindy asked, standing beside me.

"The ground floor".

It feels like hours since the tour began. We were currently on the last floor. The house was hugeJade's PVP

I woke up to the rays of sunlight beaming directly at me. I stirred in bed facing the opposite direction when the time on my alarm clock cought my eyes. It was already 10:0 clock.

I was such a sleepy head.

Sighing, I reluctantly removed the covers from my body and sat up on the bed. The side next to me was empty. He must have left for work already. After the 'talk' he had with me yesterday, I made sure I stayed completely invincible and only came to bed when he was asleep. The embarasmdnt was too much and I wasn't planing on adding more insult to injury. I'd even go as far as skipping dinner so as to avoid being cought by him.

The events that have occurred since the day of my marriage, only proves that this union wasn't a normal one at all. In fact it was far from normal. Firstly, he showed up late for the weding looking bored out of his mind. Secondly, he completely abandoned me on 'our' wedding day and spent the time with his girlfriend whom by the way happens to be my cousin. Thirdly, he had a freaking phone s*x with God knows whom on the night of 'our' wedding. When most couples would be consumating the union. Well, that's the point we aren't most couples. Lastly, I had a s*x dream a f*****g s*x dream that involved another man on my 'weding' night. All these events screams abnormality.

Just as I was about to get off the bed, the door opened revealing a young girl probably my age walking into the room a tray in her hand. From the clothes she was wearing, I could tell she was a maid.

"Good morning madme". She greeted just as she stood before me.

"Morning".

"Martha said you didn't come down for dinner last night and asked me to bring this up". She set the tray on a table beside the bed.

"That's sweet of her". "What's your name?". I asked as I opened the lid revealing a delicious looking Pasta.

"Cindy ma". She looked tense. I don't mean to sound bias but the Cidny's I knew were always britchy but this one seems rather shy and friendly. Not that i knew a lot of Cindy's anyway.

"You can call me Jade". "I'd feel more comfortanle". I said with a smile. She only nodded in return not meeting my gaze.

"How about I finish this delicious meal and then you take me on a tour?". "That's if you're less busy".

"Sure I'd love to ma".

"Jade". I corrected.

"Okay Jade". She smiled this time looking a bit relieved. Why was she so tense before?

"You can leave now Cindy I'll fetch you once I'm done". Nodding she turned and left. Thank God I had someone to talk to. I was slowly dying of boredom. Quickly, I rushed into the bathroom did my usual stuffs and came back out. I tasted one spoon of the delicious food and moaned with pleasure. Martha was a good cook. The food reminded me of grandma.

I'd totally forgotten to call her yesterday. Thanks to Mr douche bag.

In no distant time I was done with the food. I packed up the dishes and went downstairs. Reaching the Kitchen, I found Martha and Cindy doing the dishes.

"Good morning Martha". I greeted and walked in.

"Morning Jade". "Hope you slept well?".

"Compared to the other night, yes". I placed the plates in the washer. "Your food was delicious by the way".

"I'm glad you liked it. But as much as I'd love to take the credits I didn't make it". "That masterpiece was Cindy's doing".

"That was one of the best Pasta I've ever had". I complimented facing Cindy.

"Thanks. I'm glad you liked it". She said her cheeks flushed. How shy was she?. I turned back towards the plates and Martha was already drying them up.

"Let me help". I sincerely wanted to lend a hand.

"I'm almost done and besides Cindy said you asked her to show you around. So you both can go while I finish this". She gently pushed me aside urging me to leave.

"So where do we begin?". Cindy asked standing beside me.

"The ground floor".

It feels like hours since the tour began. We were currently on the last floor. The house was larger than I expected. The ground floor had the flower room, the sitting-room, the main lounge, about six guest rooms, the kitchen, dining hall, and a small study. The first floor was basically where the guest rooms were. About ten rooms. The second floor had the room I shared with Mr douche bag, a small kitchen, a laundry room, and two extra rooms were on the floor as well.

"This is the sitting-room. I mean its quite obvious". Cindy said as we got to the top of the stairs. At this point, I was panting hard, already out of breath while she stayed collected.

Am I that fat?.

Yeah I forgot to add each floor had its own sitting-room so you don't have to go downstairs to watch tv or something. "And this is Mr Grey's personal study". She pointed to a door by the right. I'm not to be disturbed' was boldly written on it. Why ain't I surprised.

"This is the masters bedroom where... ". She stopped suddenly looking tense. So where we slept wasn't the master's bedroom. He didn't see it fit to have me in the masters bedroom. Why did he even bother sharing the room with me? With the way Cindy stopped talking, there is more to it and I intend to find out.

"Where....". I urged her to continue.

"It's nothing. Forget I said anything". "Sometimes my mouth just speaks nonsense". She explained smiling sheepishly. "This is his painting room". She quickly added pointing to another door. Didn't take him for an artist. I began to walk towards the direction when she held me back. I looked at her quizzingly, her actions confusing me.

"No one is allowed in". She explained her actions.

'Why"

"I don't know for certain. My guess is he doesn't want anyone seeing them". This doesn't make sense. Why paint if you're ashamed of your paintings? . Except there was more to it. I decided to drop it for now.

"Okay". "I'm going to let it be for now".

"And we have come to the end of our tour". She sounded like a tour guide happy to complete the task at hand.

"You can let go of me now". I said gesturing to the hold she still had on me.

"Right". She said releasing her hold on me grinning sheepishly.

"So how long have you been working with him?".

"For so long. I'm really not a full staff I just come in once in a while when I don't have school to help".

"So you just volunteer or what?"

"My mum works here. She's currently on leave".

"Your mum?".

"Yes, not sure you've met her yet.

"The only person I've seen aside from you is Martha and I'm guessing she isn't the one".

"Nope". She said poping the p. "Lets head down now". I nodded and followed her down.

Few hours after staying in bed doing nothing, I decided to go back up and check out the painting room. Curiosity they say kills the cat.

Well then, thank God I wasn't a cat right?.

Standing in front of the room I noticed the door was slightly opened. If this was a top secret why leave the door open?. I opened the c***k door wider and stepped into the room. The curtains were drawn allowing darkness to engulf the room. I searched for a switch and turned on the light. Paints and brushes were scattered across the room, blankets were thrown over what I suppose were the paintings. Just as I reached forward to open one of them, the door swung open revealing a very livid... scratch that a very furious husband.

My palms suddenly began to sweat, my knees started to tremble, my breath came out in short pant. He just stood there observing the situation. When his gaze locked with mine his bright blue eyes darkened. The rage that radiated from him was filling the entire room with tension. He took large strides towards me and roughly grabbed my arm.

So much for keeping a low profile.

"Who said you could come in here?" He screeched. All I could do was stare.

"Answer me". He bellowed.

"N Nobody". I managed to come up with an answer. My blood was bumping real fast as fear engulfed me. I haven't seen anyone this angry before.

"Listen and listen good you're never to come in here again. Who do you think you are huh? What gave you the right to invade my private space". My arm was beginning to arch. His hold was way too tight I was sure it'd leave a bruise.

What does he mean, right? I was his wife whether we liked it or not and that's enough right.

"I'm your wife". I found myself saying despite the warning bells. I never expected the next thing he did.

He snorted. That bastard snorted.

"Wife on paper". "The only reason I agreed to this silly marriage is because I was threatened with the company. Get this into that thick skull of yours. Left for me, I wouldn't settle for less". "Get out of my sight". He shouted at the top of his lungs pushing me hard such that my ass collided with the hard floor. I barely had time to blink back the tears that threatened to fall when he broke me in pieces with his words.

"You're a disgrace of a woman. I'd never see you as a wife even with a gun to my head".

Those words were the last stroke. Not that I had feelings for him or anything but being told those by a man you're to spend the rest of your life with was devastating. All the tears came rushing down blinding my vision as I struggled to pick myself from the ground. I've never felt humiliated in my life, not even on my wedding day.

With shaky legs I hurried down the stairs. I didn't even pay attention to where I was going. I just kept running down the stairs, out the front door. In the span of two days he'd manage to completely degrade and humiliate me. I was trapped with him for whatever years I had left of life. He was my captive and I his captor. He was a predator and I was his prey.

I guess I am a cat after all.

Two days with the devil and I was completely burnt.