His Second Bride:Illegitimate

Chapter 15:Dress Like A w***e

Chapter 15: Dress Like A Whore

POV Ivory Costello

My body ached as I awoke the next day after the training, two days had gone by of the punishment I had suffered from King Ezra and his guard Monica. My jaws still had the tint bruised stain of purple and blue, and the redness right below my eyes.

I have not seen King Ezra ever since Elijah had stood up for me, and I was glad I felt as if I had someone here who ignored my title as an Illegitimate bride and daughter, but he stared at me as a friend.

My aching body lazily collapsed back into the soft bed, I groaned enjoying the warm cosy touch. I sighed forcefully throwing the duvet of me as I stood up stretching my arms and approached my bedroom ensuite bathroom.

I leaned against the cold wall of the shower, allowing the hot water to attack my nude body as I closed my eyes letting my eyes cry. The only place where I received any calmness, without anyone giving me the stare of disgust or shaming me with the 'name calling'.

"Are you ready,” The loud ear-piercing voice of Elijah, I shuddered at His annoyed tone and closing the shower off, before exiting by the siding door. I wrapped the white dried towel around my hair and wore my robe; opening the door I watched as Elijah looked at me concerned.

"We're you are crying?” He narrowed his eyes suspiciously, tilting his head to the right analysing me I repeat his action by also slightly tilting my neck.

"Nope." I spoke while popping the 'p' he nodded his head not saying anything anymore, a smile appeared on his face as he threw his long heavy arms around my neck.

"Guess who got in trouble?” He spoke laughing, I creased my eyebrows curiously, before I arched my right eyebrows.

"It can't be you.” I scoffed pulling his arms off my neck, ignoring his offender look I wanted to laugh but I bit my lips controlling it. Approaching the cupboard, I trailed my fingers down the multiple outfit before picking out a hot red maxi dress, which had multiple skits down from her mid-thigh.

The neck was way to low showing off a lot of my cleavage.

"I'm offended-Wow girl you going to wear that?” Elijah Questioned, I smirked nodding my head as I took it off the hanger and turned around to face Elijah.

"Your brother called me a w***e, why not dress like one.” I smirked, Elijah looked stunned but nodded along. I was not over what he had done, but I was not going to lose the chances to escape and if it meant to shame him in front of his people then I would.

"I'll wait here go change.” Elijah pushed me towards the ensuite bathroom, closing the door behind I leaned against it feeling terrified. Inhaling and exhaling I pulled away dropping the robe to the ground before dressing up, the dress made my hips look larger and revealed my C cup breast.

Blow drying my hair I allowed it to rest on my shoulders, I made no changes allowing it to stay wavy as I slightly brushed it. Wearing my small heeled nude sandals, I opened the bathroom door as I twirled around, but froze when I realised that instead of Elijah-King Ezra stood before me.

His eyes trailed up and down my body, before gluing to my breast. I shifted uncomfortably, and then cleared my throat snapping him out of his lustful thoughts. His eyes lifted and then froze at the bruise he caused because of his punishment.

"Me and Iyla are attending a charity function and then a ball in the evening, if you want an outside breeze you can come if not then stay here. "He spoke his eyes changed back to emotionless, he bluntly stared at me waiting for a response. Leaving the castle would give me the advantage to analyse it, I looked towards him who curiously stared at me trying to read my eyes.

"Fine. I’ll come.” I spoke he nodded his head,

"Rosa.” He voiced out loudly, and in an instant a woman walked in smiling bubbly.

"Mafia King. Miss Ivory.” She smiled bowing at the two of us, she held a bright smile waiting for the orders of King Ezra.

"Do a makeover, hide her bruises and make her look presentable.” He spoke before leaving out of the bedroom chamber and slamming the door close, my palm balled in to a fist angrily.

"Your beautiful, except the bruises.” She calms spoke she calmly placed her box on the table settling me down before she looked at me checking my bruises.

"I just know how to hide those bruises, you’re really beautiful.” Rosa said smiling, it made me confused to why she was still smiling politely even after King Ezra had left she began doing her work, gently dabbing the foundation on my bruises.

"Why are you so King to me?” Narrowing my eyes, I couldn't help but curiously ask, she chuckled and nodded her head as she carried on doing my makeup.

"I am King Ezra's step sister; my mother never married the king she was a mistress. He had an infidelity to the queen, though when my mother passed away after she gave birth to me Ezra's father accepted me and raised me, Ezra was always there for me even when Queen Kenya would still taunt me about being the mistake child the one who cannot inherit anything.” She paused frowning as if she had gone in a memory lane, I opened my mouth only to close it as she carried on.

"I never wanted the money, I had everything...Father, Brother and a career, nothing else did I have my eyes on. “She spoke snapping her eyes to me and smiled politely, I had a small smile understand her pain.

"You’re lucky to have someone to accept you, Rosa. My father Marcel Costello was ignorant to my existence my step mother hated me for even existing and my half-sister sees me as a disease.” I frowned as I spoke to her, she held my hand squeezing if gently.

"Your all done."