Chapter # 5

Rebecca POV:-

His fierce wordas startled me as I convulsed in dread and it was too hard to contain myself, the terror was bursting from my heart, I never thought it would be that difficult. His possessive grip around me is alarming me for a malicious life ahead of me as he has no intentions of letting me live my life in peace- not after what we did to him. My heart is racing like crazy and I feel like I am losing myself in that fire of his hatred.

We turned to the crowd, I moved my head in Marianne's direction who was crying in a corner. My eyes widened in horror when I saw Jayden there too looking at me with a sad smile. My lips began to quiver as I bit my cheek to refrain myself from crying. I told you not to come.

To keep my tranquil was too hard for me, when he is there and I am here. We are a few steps away but it seems like we are miles away and cannot reach each other even if we held our hand out. My heart constricted as I lowered my gaze and swallowed the lump in my throat to contain my destruction inside my mind. Dying in the state of a calm havoc. We walked down the aisle.

Ryan's tight grip is scaring me but I didn't show it- tried. When we are about to leave, I stopped in my tracks and turned to spare a glance at Papa who was crying in the corner, giving him a last hateful look, I turned to Marianne and Jayden. I walked towards her as she lift her gaze and looked at me and whispered, "I am sorry. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me, if it wasn't for me.. " She cried. I engulf her in a hug and whispered back as tears finally began to spill out from my eyes, "Please don't blame yourself. Don't let the guilt to eat you up.. For me, don't." We hugged each other as if we are never letting go of each other. She kissed my head as we slowly pulled away.

"I'll miss you. Please take care of yourself." She said.

"I'll miss you too." I said, wiping my tears.

I then turned to Jayden and looked down and began to say,

" I don't know what to say... How can I love you when I don't know how to love? But, At one point, you become my faith.. " I said lifting my watery gaze and passing him a sad smile.

"... I may have received nothing on my journey to your heart but... it was the most beautiful journey of my life.. " he said as my lips began to tremble. The urge to pull him in a hug evoked in me but I held it inside of me as I closed my eyes and let a silent tear to roll down from the corner of my eye and turned, "Farewell... " I breathed out and walked away.

I walked out, only to see Ryan waiting for me. I gulped and stood beside him.

My heart skipped a beat when he put his hand on my shoulder to show the media, how much of a loving couple we are as he pulled me close to him. His grip tightened as a shiver travelled to my core along with a shallow breath of fright.

"Who told you to go away?" He asked in a strict voice while forcing a smile but I can see that anger behind that look.

"I'll do what I want." I said with my gaze fixed in the ground but my voice was stern.

"Oh no honey, you can't." His voice was lingering in mockery which is provoking undesirable sensations in me, thinking what sinister plans he is hiding in store for vengeance.

He turned his head to me and lifted my chin with his index finger. He smirked and leaned in, I narrowed my eyes in disgust not wanting him to be near me. He moved to my neck and whispered angrily at me,

"From now on, I will not even let you breath without my permission." the scowl on his face became visible as his words deluged in the deepest depths of apprehensions. My quivering form inhaled deeply as his scent filled my nostrils giving me immense dissatisfaction. I slowly lifted my gaze and even being terrified, I replied to him in my cold voice, "Then I will suffocate myself." Upon hearing my answer he let out a painfully slow yet dark chuckle and sneered, "I'll indulge myself in every tear I'll draw out from you."

"My eyes are dry." I said in a croaked voice, turning my head to the crowd outside. He just scoffed as we walked closer and sat in the car and drove off to the airport for our flight to California.

The drive was silent, we both looked out from the window and pretended we were alone. The tension in the air was still present. It's stirring my mind drastically. A shiver went down my spine just by thinking what will happen when we're gonna reach home. I closed my eyes as I felt my fate had nothing but misery for me. Why pain is teaching me how to live life in coldness, why all the pains are in my destiny, is there no redemption for me?

We reached the airport and us being a newlywed couple, the protocol we received was lavishing. We sat and I cannot ignore the looks of the people looking at my black wedding dress but honestly I don't care because my heart is like this and so is my life; black, gloomy.

"You are the bride, right?" An old woman sitting beside me asked. I passed her a faint smile and nodded.

"May I ask why you choose a black dress?" I wanted to answer, 'to show my devastation' but I remained silent and turned my head away.

"To show me my future." Ryan answered in my stead. I turned my head to him as he was looking devoid. I blinked and felt my heart being clenched. I pity him, he is just playing the role of a victim.

The old woman laughed and said, "A woman devoted to her man can never become the reason of his ravage. She may not show it but she will stand right beside you , holding you close and trying her best to not let you fall apart."

"This happens when she is dedicated to you. Are you devoted to me, Rebecca?" he asked in his scornful manner again. I can understand his anger, it's his right to be angry.

"No." I lied.

"See." He said leaning back and closing his eyes. The old woman again laughed and said,

"Your journey is gonna be beautiful. Neither she can melt the ice of your words nor you can see the pain behind her lies." we both were taken aback by her words. We spared a glance at each other and turned our heads away.

"If it can be anything, then It would be.." I began to say and turned to him. He glared at me as I looked at him coldly and we both said at the same time,

"..unsavoury.."

She chuckled and said hopelessly,

"Then it would be your unsavoury redemption."

We scoffed as our journey continued.

***

After a tiresome journey, we reached his home. My heart began to beat so fast as if it could leap out of my rib cage. My breath became heavy as unwanted thoughts came to my mind and the thought of being alone in a room made me shudder in fear. It seems like it's his house, looks like his parents live somewhere else.

'No one is like you.' my mind scoffed.

I stood beside him. The helpers of the house greeted us as I passed them a feeble smile. He gripped my arms as I let out a whimper.

"Move her stuff to the room in front of mine."He ordered which shocked everyone but I am so pleased about it. At least I don't have to share a room with him.

"What are you looking at? Go!" he said angrily. They all bowed a little and walked away. His grip on my arm was harsh as I said, "Leave me." He ignored me as we stood there in the empty hall. I scoffed and turned my head away.

After a few moments, a maid came and said 'it's all done.' as his grip tightened which caused me to let out a squeak. He began to drag me away. We climbed the stairs as he opened the door which leads to a hallway. He then turned left and there are two rooms.

"Right one is mine and left one is yours." He said nonchalantly and dragged me to his room. My eyes widened when I saw the room embellished with rose petals and other flowers as the room was lit with candles. My heart felt heavy when I saw it, he must have loved Marianne a lot. I felt so ashamed and most importantly depraved. The beautiful sight before me, made me aware of my reality that I am his bride and it's our wedding night.

He pushed me inside and closed the door and the 'clicking' sound of the door being locked filled me with anxiety. He wouldn't do anything, would he? He hates me, why would he even try to touch me?

He ran his hand through his Raven locks, giving off a frustrated vibe. He turned his head away and in a split second his rage burst out from him startling me in dread. He glared at me filled with extensive fury and began to yell at me,

"When you knew that I love Marianne, how could you do this to me?! You knew this all along, don't you?!! How could you, Rebecca?!! Why!?" My breath hitched as I wrapped my arms around my waist and turned my head away. He walked closer and held my jaws, making me look at him forcefully. A tear pricked in the corner of my eye but I didn't let it fall as this feeling of grieve filled me.

"Look at me and answer." He scowled. I looked at him for a second and narrowed my eyes. I am sorry. A tear rolled down as I hissed,

"Marianne never loved you! She never wants to marry you! "

"She could have said no to the marriage instead of pulling this cheap trick."

"She was left with no choice.. " I said. He pushed me away and began to pace around the room. I wiped my tear, with my heart thumping loudly, feeling compassion for him. After a minute of silence he stood in front of me as a tear fell from his eyes and he began to say sadly,

"If any of you talked to me I could have thought of a way. She is the woman I loved deeply, I could have listened to her and helped her. Why did you agree to destroy both of our lives?" His voice is filled with desperation and sorrow.

"You cannot give her what she desires." I said sadly.

"What she desires?" he asked.

"Liberation from love. Can you stop loving her, no. She can't."

"All of you betrayed me. I hate you. ALL OF YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU FOR DOING THIS TO ME!"

"I DON'T LOVE YOU TOO. AND I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU, I DID IT FOR MARIANNE SO STOP ACTING AS IF YOU ARE THE ONLY VICTIM HERE!" I yelled at him. His eyes widened as he wiped his tears and narrowed his eyes infuriated.

"Oh, then tell me what you sacrificed, my dearest wife?" he asked derisively. My life.

I chose to remain silent and turned my head away. He yanked me to him as my body was pressed against his. A shiver went down my spine when his hand held my back, restricting my movements while his other hand gripped my hairs as he moved his face dangerously close to mine. His hot breath tingles on my skin as my hairs stand on their edge in fright. I began to pant as he hissed, " Tell me, huh?"

"Get away." I said trying to get out of his iron grip but no avail. He pressed his body against mine leaving me at the verge of crying filled with distress and aversion. Heat emerging from his body caused me to drown in terrors as I began to shake violently.

He brushed his lips against mine, I tried to move but his grip on my hairs didn't let me. I pressed my lips against themselves sealing them. He is filled with mock and amusement to see my misery.

"Why would I sweetheart? Aren't you a victim too?" He taunted me in a whisper. I shut my eyes tightly as he continued,

"Then you should also play your part. Besides... " He moved to my neck and finished his sentence with a husky voice,

"It's our wedding night.." he spoke the words I was fearing to hear. Wasn't taking my first kiss enough for you? I put my hands on his shoulder and tried to get away but no avail. My hand and feet turned cold due to fear building inside me. I snivel, feeling unnerving tribulations. I shivered ferociously when he kissed me vigorously, I didn't open my mouth and tried to push him away but he didn't even flinch. Feeling utterly powerless before the ambience before me, my affectation broke leaving me at his mercy. A tear rolled from the corner of my eyes, followed by a stream of them. I held his collar and tried to push him away with all my might. The kiss was rough, held no emotions. Overwhelmed by the feeling of heartbreak that my life is bound to someone like him, a sob escaped my lips because of the lack of oxygen. But this didn't stop him as he slid his tongue in my mouth, deepening the kiss. I began to cry but his grip was fiery.

Somehow some courage was bestowed upon me as I pushed him away. I let out loud sobs as I wiped my lips and began to plead him,

"Please.. I beg you... Don't be an animal." His eyes widened when he heard it. In that moment, the sound of my cries filled the room as he stood there absolutely stunned. A havoc stormed in his mind as he felt embarrassed of his act. A look of remorse flashed in his eyes burning was concealed by those thick clouds of wrath and grief.

After a minute, he took a step back, turned away and left the room, leaving me all alone in my destruction...