Worth Any Price (Novella)

Chapter Seven: Messages

Anri

I WOKE up at six in the morning because somebody's removing my underwear. I smiled when I felt Cassian's lips eating my p***y and sucking my c**t.

God, he's insatiable.

We just fell asleep at one in the morning after a few rounds of rough s*x. He can't seem to get his hands off me, and I would be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy his attentions.

I started to part my legs and comb my fingers through his hair, grasping his head into place. I arched my back and rode his penetrating tongue when

his thumb massaged my c**t.

I whimpered and shouted as orgasm ripped through every fiber of my being. My hips are convulsing from his touch and he groaned, loving the cream from my cunt.

"Good morning, firecracker." He looked up from my p***y with a smile, and I can see some of my juices coating his lips. God, he's so hot.

"Good morning, husband." I spread my legs wider when he suddenly positioned his s*x against my opening.

"Say it again," he commanded with an unusual amount of fire in his eyes.

"Husband..." I whimpered when burried himself deep inside me to the hilt. He pumped relentlessly until I hear myself begging and begging all over again for him to come inside me as he always does. He seemed to enjoy seeing my p***y filled with his seed. He doesn't know but I see the gleam in his eyes whenever he sees his c*m dripping from my cunt.

He likes marking his territory. He likes marking me so everyone in the village could see that I'm thoroughly loved.

We're together for more than a month and one of my few observations about Cassian is that he's territorial when I'm concerned. Just the other day, I asked a boy from the village if there's a convenience store nearby and before I knew it, Cassian is between me and the boy. He's jealous of everyone, even women.

When I met this lovely girl named Sydney, he practically pulled me away and scolded me for talking to strangers. He doesn't want to share me with anybody.

I know he's territorial but I love that about him. For the first time in my life, someone wanted me for me.

Cassian took a nap after the morning s*x so I let him rest. Knowing his heart appetites in bed, he would never leave me alone as soon as he wakes up. This is the perfect time to clean up the mess we've made downstairs in the living room. My cheeks reddened at the thought that I let Cassian f**k me against the door. We destroyed the hinge of the poor thing and he asked a villager to fix it immediately last night.

I picked up the empty chinese take-out containers and threw them in the garbage bag that I'm holding. Then, I decided to wipe the surfaces so that I can finally have my peace of mind. I hate it when a house is dirty, which is why cleaning is not a chore for me. Even though Cassian begged for me to stop cleaning, I didn't listen. It is kind of a zen therapy for me to clean. I don't know what it is about cleaning that makes me calm, but I always considered it as a perk, not some kind of mental disorder.

As I am wiping the coffee table, I've noticed Cassian's phone. I placed it in my pocket and decided to give it to him later.

I continued cleaning until I feel a buzz in my pocket. I fished the phone out and viewed the notification. I would hate it if Cassian missed important meetings because of me.

I try to open the message but it requires passcode. Because I'm so used to putting passcodes on my phone, my thumb immediately typed in my birthday. I was shocked when I succeeded and saw the home screen.

Knowing that my birthday is his passcode gives me butterflies. My smile reached from ear to ear and I look silly.

I viewed the message and it's from an unknown number.

I will tell her that I accept her resignation. Is that okay for you? You can have her all day now so don't give the security personnel a hard time when you're jealous. Remember that you put them there and your fiancé will want to talk to them. She's a human, not a robot.

My brows clashed in confusion. What is this person talking about?

I decided to back read the messages and my whole body froze as soon as I put the pieces together.

There are messages from various people, including Priya telling Cassian that my arrival will be delayed for a day because I only agreed to the offer of being a caretaker at nine in the evening.

There's also an unknown number messaging him about what I'm doing.

If the messages aren't enough, there are pictures of me in his phone. Pictures of me taking out the trash, pictures of me wearing noise-cancelling headphones when my parents were having s*x. There's also the pictures of my medical history.

I hear loud footsteps descending from the staircase and I complete froze when Cassian is looking at my face, then back to his phone. The smile on his face faded and it was replaced by panic and fear.

"Anri, don't open my phone."

I choked back a sob. His actions only confirmed what I already know.

I've been so stupid. So stupid.

Cassian carefully removed the phone from my hand before kneeling on the floor and hugging me on my hips. His hands are shaking and he's sobbing against my stomach.

"Anri, don't leave. Please let me explain. Please."

I cannot even move. I didn't even notice that tears started to fall from my eyes. My mind remained blank as it repeated the same words over and over again.

Stupid.

I was manipulated. I was lied to. This man made me believe lies, fed me lies. And if those lies weren't enough, this life that I have with him is built on lies.

I slowly peeled his hands away from my hips, not wanting to see him or even feel him. I hate him. I hate him for making me believe that I hit the jackpot—that, finally, someone loved me the way I deserved to be loved.

I hate that he said that he loves me yet he's the reason of my tears. I hate that he used my desperate need to love and to be loved. I hated that he used me.

And I hate myself more than I hate him.

If I listened to what my mind was saying, this wouldn't have happened.

Cassian then hugged my knees and sobbed against it, begging me to not leave him.

Why is he begging? Is he not ashamed of himself? He got what he wanted. He f****d me already. What more could he want?

I wanted to cry for myself, for my hopes, for my dreams. I was so naive. I believed a man and allowed myself to fall to the point that I cannot resurface.

"Get away from me or I'll kill myself," I threatened him. I know he doesn't want his precious toy to be hurt. I now know the depth of his obsession.

He scrambled away from me in haste and I see his eyes red with tears. It hurts me to see him like that, but I don't think I could forgive him right now. His deception is unforgivable.

I slowly walked in an empty room nearby the living room and finally sobbed. I let the tears flow frewly from my lids as I hug my knees to my chest.

Right then and there, I saw the engagement ring on my finger. He proposed and confessed at the same time. I felt so stupid for wearing it because it's the symbol of my stupidity. Why did I believe him when he said he loved me? I loved him and I did not deceive him. I would never ever do that to him. But how could he?