Alpha Brother-In-Law's Unwanted Bride

Candice White POV "Take off all the clothes, and clean the body" "Yes," I replied, my voice barely audible. "Young Master hates anything dirty. I have already warned you. Do the job efficiently," the reminder lingered in the air. I nodded, keeping my gaze fixed on the floor. My feet felt cold and numb, making each step a struggle. This foreign place exudes luxury from every corner, overwhelming me with a sense of unworthiness. I felt too tainted to set foot here. "Here is the young Master's room. Please be cautious," Jonathan, the Gilbert family's secretary, pointed, bowing his head. My heart raced as my eyes fell upon the imposing gates that separated me from the things I never wished to confront. But wasn't this what I had always longed for? There was no way I wanted to return to the White family. This was my only chance to escape from everything. "What are you waiting for? Go inside," Jonathan urged, opening the gate for me. With heavy yet silent footsteps, I entered the room. Thud! The sound of the door locking sent a shiver down my spine. Cold air brushed against my bare skin. Because I was just wearing nothing more than a thin white skirt that barely reached my knees. ‘Focus, Candice. This is not important now. You have much more to deal with,’ my conscience reminded me. As I surveyed my surroundings, my eyes landed on the large figure lying on the bed. I knew exactly who this person was and why I am here. "You can do this, Candice," I whispered to myself, trying to muster courage. I approached the man, my husband, Rylan Gilbert. Drawing closer to the bed, I examined his face, awestruck by his features. Considering his condition, it was astonishing how he had been in a coma for the past six months and still retained his striking handsomeness. 'Handsome' was an understatement. His long eyelashes, sharp cheekbones, and faint freckles made him look more like a Greek god than anything else. ‘What the heck, Candice? You're not here to admire his beauty. You're here to clean your forced husband,’ I scolded myself, realising that this was not the time to let my mind wander. I just got married today. To be exact, forced into this because the White family's beloved daughter refused to marry a man who couldn't be awake any time soon. So they married me to Rylan, due to me being an illegitimate daughter, despite my elder sister being engaged to Rylan for the past two years. After his vegetative state. The way she changed after that. Once she had claimed to be in love with him, but now it seemed like a farce to me. At least this marriage gave me an opportunity to escape from there, so I didn't mind it as much as I should. But now, how was I supposed to clean this enormous man? ‘Don't forget, you're a medical student,’ my mind reminded me. ‘To be exact, I'm an obstetrician,’ I rolled my eyes. Summoning all my courage, I peeled back the quilt covering his body and sat beside him on the bed. A jolt of electricity coursed through me as my hand brushed against his neck. His cold body sent a chill down my spine, reminding me at every second that I needed to unbutton his shirt to clean him. But it didn't feel right, not because I was uncomfortable, but because it felt like taking advantage of the situation without his consent. Closing my eyes, I trailed my finger along his collarbone, feeling the coolness of his skin. With gentle movements, I unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his chest. My fingers grazed his well-defined chest, causing my eyes to open wide in surprise. I couldn't deny the fact that, even after six months in a coma, this man's physique was nothing short of remarkable. His chiselled eight-pack abs seemed to beckon, as if they were sculpted to perfection. The rosy hue of his n*****s added to the beauty, but I quickly scolded myself for entertaining such inappropriate thoughts. ‘Get a grip, Candice. These thoughts have no place here. Focus,’ I reminded myself, determined to maintain professionalism. I reached for the bowl and towel on the nearby table, ready to resume my task of cleaning his body. I couldn't afford to give the Gilbert family any reason to doubt my intentions or competence. I had to remain focused and dedicated to my responsibilities. Or else they will not even take seconds to throw me out. Knowing I am a substitute, I need to give my thousand percent. I couldn't help but wonder how someone in a coma could have such high standards for cleanliness, especially when it came to his secretary the way he was threatening me before. With a sense of accomplishment, I smiled as I observed the pristine state of his chest and overall area. However, I realised that I would need assistance to clean his back and arms, not to mention the delicate matter of his lower torso. My mind raced as I considered the locked room we were in. Were there hidden cameras, or was there some other reason they trusted me enough to leave me alone with the sole heir of the Gilbert Empire? The consequences of not completing the task at hand weighed heavily on me. It was a repulsive thought, but the potential repercussions were far worse than the discomfort of performing the task myself. ‘This situation is incredibly messed up. What kind of twisted arrangement is this? Even though I'm technically his wife, he's in a coma, but our so-called marriage is nothing more than a legal formality,’ I cursed silently, aware that expressing my frustration aloud was not an option. The overwhelming desire to escape this entire situation consumed me. If only I could run away, leave it all behind. But the White family would never allow it. They would stop at nothing to keep me trapped, indifferent to my suffering. And now, with the Gilbert family involved, the pressure intensified. They would crush me without a second thought if I dared to play any games. But the truth was, I know my so-called father. He would never let me escape unscathed. He would force me into another marriage far worse than this twisted situation. Perhaps he would even go as far as to bury me, figuratively or even literally. It was impossible to predict his next move. Yet, deep down, I knew he wouldn't go that far. After all, he had invested a significant amount of money in raising me. Killing me would be a hard pill to swallow, even for him. ‘This is nothing,’ I tried to muster up every ounce of determination within me. ‘I can do it. Yes, I can.’ My gaze shifted to the trousers he was wearing, which I needed to remove before proceeding with anything else. My hands trembled as I reached for the waistband of his trousers, hesitating for a moment. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on me, knowing that this act was necessary, but I felt so wrong. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and carefully began to slide the trousers down. “HUH? Who?” Ahhh!!Ghost!! The room reverberated with my piercing scream, as if the sound itself could escape the confines of the walls. It felt as if my heart would burst out of my chest, such was the intensity of my fear. I turned my head towards the source of the voice and found a hand gripping mine, preventing me from removing the trousers any further. "What are you doing, girl?" Rylan questioned, his black eyes penetrating my very being. It felt as though I were the one exposed, rather than him being half-naked. "I..." I struggled to form the words, my throat dry and constricted, rendering me unable to articulate my thoughts. "I asked you something. What the heck are you doing?" he demanded, raising an eyebrow and tightening his grip on my wrist. His strength was astonishing, especially considering he had just awakened after six months of coma. "Young Master... I was merely cleaning you," I stammered, attempting to free my hand from his vice-like grasp. "If you yourself are not clean, how can you clean me?" he growled, shoving me with his hand. I tumbled to the cold floor, the pain shooting through my body. But more than the physical pain, I was consumed by a deep sense of fear. "Jonathan, where are you? Come here!" he shouted, his voice resonated with a chilling intensity that revealed the strain in his throat. Within seconds, I heard the sound of the door opening, which startled me even more. Had the secretary been outside this entire time while I was cleaning? Considering who I was dealing with, it wasn't entirely surprising. What shocked me more was that he hadn't been inside the room all along. "Young Master, you're finally awake?" Jonathan exclaimed, his face filled with astonishment. "Can't you see?" Rylan replied coldly, his gaze fixed on me. I lowered my eyes, feeling as though I could bore holes into the ground beneath me. I had always believed that no one could be as arrogant as my sister, but it seemed that her fiancé, who was now practically my husband, was no different. "I am sorry, Young Master. It seems that the Young Mistress is quite fortunate for you," Jonathan said, offering his apologies with a respectful smile. I don't even want to be in this situation. Only if the ground swallows me now. The way Rylan had treated me, the force with which he had pushed me to the ground, it was all too much to bear. Fear gripped me tightly, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that my life was in grave danger. "Young Mistress, are you alright?" Jonathan asked, concern etched on his face. I mustered a weak smile, trying to hide the turmoil within me. "I'm fine, Jonathan. Just a little shaken," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded understandingly, his eyes filled with sympathy. "Please, let me help you up," he offered, extending a hand towards me. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I could trust anyone in this unfamiliar and hostile environment. "She is not crippled. She can stand on her own. Now, tell me, what is she doing here?" Rylan's glare intensified, his eyes piercing through me as if I were invisible. Jonathan immediately withdrew his hand and redirected his attention towards Rylan, completely disregarding my presence in the room. "She is your wife, Young Master. Today is your first night together," he explained politely. 'First night?’