CHAPTER6
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JULIAN (P.O.V)
“Mum”, I burst out, running a hand through my hair in frustration. “She’s a virgin.” It’s hard. She says it’s painful, it’s hard to penetrate.
I started pacing the room, unable to stay still.
She scoffed, folding her arms, clearly unimpressed by my hesitation. She’s just twenty-one. Of course, she’s inexperienced. You’re ten years older than her.
"What were you expecting?” she asked. "You had better be grateful." That’s more than most men get in an arrangement like this.”
She took a deliberate step towards me. “If you are finding it hard to penetrate, use lubricants, make use of your fingers, use something. Do whatever you have to. If you wait too long, your strength might not last. You know your condition before it gets worse. We need her to get pregnant."
I sank into the nearest chair, burying my face in my hands.'
“This is harder than I thought.”
THEILA (POV)
I didn’t know when he returned to the room. When I woke up, I saw him sleeping. He looked so peaceful. Almost gentle in his sleep.
And then, as the blanket shifted slightly, I glanced lower.
Maybe, just maybe… he wasn’t as awful as he pretended to be.
I felt an uneasiness. I quietly got up and tiptoed to the bathroom, careful not to wake him up. As soon as I sat down, I felt it. It was everywhere ‘Blood’, and then it hit me. My period. It was unexpected. It came 8 days earlier than usual.
The timing couldn’t have been worse… or maybe, in a way, it was a small mercy.
After cleaning up, I carefully placed a tampon, dressed, and composed myself as best as I could.
When I stepped back into the room, he was already awake. Sitting upright in bed, shirtless, he glanced at me, his expression unreadable.
“Get yourself prepared for this night. We have already fulfilled our part of the deal with your father. You signed the contract. His voice turned gruff. “You’re now a married woman.” He looked away briefly, jaw tightening, “Fulfill your obligations.”
How was I supposed to tell him? That I’d just seen my period? How do you tell your new husband, the one you barely even know, that your body isn’t ready for what everyone wants from it? How?
“We need to be seated for breakfast by 7:00 a.m.,” he said without looking at me, already walking toward the bathroom. I let out a quiet breath and walked over to the wardrobe, unsure of what would be considered appropriate for a new wife. After a few moments of searching, I settled on a simple purple dress.
By the time we walked down to the dining room, the dining table was already set. White flowers with gold sparkles adorned the table. Victor Wellington sat right beside his wife, Meila, who was dressed in a white robe, as they were discussing what I didn’t think I cared to know about.
I greeted them and walked toward the empty seat beside Julian, every step feeling like a silent performance. Two maids were standing; they were both dressed in the same outfit.
I marveled at the sheer variety of breakfast options that had been laid out. It was like something out of a five-star hotel buffet.
I know we were rich, but this is totally on a different level. There were fruit salads, scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, pancakes, waffles, and mini-burgers. I counted a total of thirteen different dishes laid out on the table. We were just 4 at the table.
I reached out, settling for pancakes, scrambled eggs, and a small strip of bacon.
As I cut into the pancakes, my phone buzzed softly against my thigh.
I hesitated, then slowly pulled it out to check the message I had. “Theila, you know it’s rude to stare at your phone at the dinner table, don’t you know about table manners?” Meila sneered at me.
“I’m sorry, ma. “I tried to focus on the meal on my plate, suddenly losing my appetite.
But Meila wasn’t done. She turned to her son, “Have you two been able to consummate your marriage yet?”
Embarrassment gripped me. I couldn’t hide the shock on my face.
Victor snapped back at her before Julian could reply, “You’re breaching the same table manners you just corrected her for, you can ask all these when we are done eating”.
The rest of the breakfast passed in near silence.
But why are they all so focused on us having s*x? Why did it matter so much to them that it happened so soon?
I pushed the thoughts aside as I took the last bite of eggs on my plate, but the questions wouldn’t leave me alone.
I think something isn’t right.
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