The Maltreated Heiress

CHAPTER TWO

can’t stop screaming.

Oliver stood in the middle of the room in his dress pants and shirt dress tucked neatly. Who knew that a man dressed this classy will have the will to punch me severally.

What happened to him? I never knew him to be this abusive. Is he going to kill me for telling the truth?

I reached out for the bed frame for support and managed to get up but my knees were shaky, my entire body was in shock.

“Stop, st- stop. You have to stop, I don’t deserve this and I did nothing wrong”. I said repeatedly gasping for air.

“You dare talk back to me?” he lashed out a slap but I was too late to process it and it landed heavily on my face. I screamed in severe pain, laying on the floor and with broken lips and swollen eyes.

“If you know what’s good for you , don’t ever talk back to me or my family ever again, you this b***h”.

He stormed out of the room angrily and cursed loudly.

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The whole incident has left me feeling shaken and depressed. I managed to massage my swollen face with warm water and apply some first aid to my injuries.

How could Oliver be this brutal and evil? Was it because our marriage hasn’t produced a child yet?. I’ve been to the hospital and the doctors have run several tests which confirmed that I was okay and very fertile. Oliver had refused to go with me on all occasions claiming I’m the one with the problems.

“I know I can father a child Celine, you’re the one with the problems. Nothing Is Wrong with Me.” He said to me one morning when I told him that we should go and see a doctor together.

Something not everybody knows is that Oliver has a temper, he manages to do a great job of hiding it, he acts all good-natured guy all the time and it fooled me prior to our marriage and it easy enough to keep that act going with friends but it harder to hide it from the girl you’re married to.

I’ve learnt the golden rule of marriage from my Mom.

“Keep your home and satisfy your husband. If you want a good home.” She told me one faithful morning while working on our garden.

“Show him more respect and always do as he says.” She said as she separated the weeds from the little flowers.

“What if he still treats me badly even after I do all these?” I looked at her innocently. She looked at me smiling while walking away.

I love Oliver and I’m gonna make my marriage work. I'll show him more respect and be more kind to him and his family. Maybe he will change and treat me better.

Oliver loved homemade foods especially after a busy day at work. He would storm the kitchen immediately after taking his shower and hell would break loose if I hadn’t finished cooking his meal. I decided to prepare his favorite meal ‘ Barbecue Ribs with Clam chowder’.

He was greeted by the aroma of the food when he entered and he had loudly ordered me to serve his meal before he finished showering.

Sooner he came down and devoured the meal hungrily like he had been starved for too long.

“ This is delicious”, He said smiling.

“ I’m happy you love it , do you want more?.” I asked him, touching his chin.

“I want you,” he looked at me in a seductive manner.

I haven’t seen that look in a very long time, I offered him a sweet smile as I wrapped my arms all over his body.

“I’ve missed you baby”, I whispered into his ears as he lowered me on the bed.

We grappled in embrace, anger warred with lust. I felt him against my belly and couldn’t stop myself from pressing against him. Oliver's hands coursed down on my back, his hands lowered on the hem of my skirt and back up , bunching the material around my waist and leaving my legs bare.

Our mouths locked , straining for more he lifted me against him, my legs wrapped against his waist and settled against his erection.

He yanked open my blouse with full force and filled his hands with my breasts, I reciprocated and reached down to cup him through his pants. He groaned and I squeezed harder.

“ I want you” He groaned as he settled with my n*****s , there were no gentle touches, as I offered him everything.

I reflectively opened my thighs wider, Oliver rose up on his knees, ready to work on my body and slid between my legs to the silky barrier.

I bucked up ready to receive him , I needed him closer. Inside.

“God, Oliver.” I muttered. “Oliver, I want —-”.

Our so sweet experience was cut short by a knock on the door.

“Goddammit.” Oliver cussed as he attacked his shorts and rose to check on the door.

I was savoring and enjoying every moment, I wanted no break as I haven’t felt like this in a very long time .

“Who’s there?”. Oliver asked without opening the door.

His sister's voice echoed at the other end. They talked for a minute outside , and I could hear Oliver 's voice sounding aggressive.

He walked into the room while I still layed on the bed, his eyes bloodshot and his countenance totally changed.

“ Dress up, we're going downstairs”, His voice mixed with authority and anger . I was in no mood for arguments or confrontation, I got up slowly and put on my clothes.

We got down and I was suprised to see Oliver sister , his Mom and two police officers and one of his work colleagues that came here for dinner some days back .

I was surprised as to what could have happened that everyone would be here at night.

“Tell us what happened?” Oliver said facing his sister and with a deadly look on her face .

“ You this b***h, you stole his diamond bracelet”.

Pointing at me, all eyes were turned towards me and I was shocked to the bones.

“ No, I didn’t do anything”, I said looking at Oliver with all innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I added.

“Arrest her”, She ordered.

The policemen approached me , shoving my arms behind me in a handcuff, ready to walk me out.

“Oliver, I didn’t do anything,Please”, I wailed and pleaded but he didn’t say anything and couldn’t look at me.

“ Oliver, please- don’t let them- I didn’t do- I didn’t do this-“ but my pleas fell on deaf ears as I was carried out with Oliver narrowed eyes following me.