Episode 2

IRINA

After signing, my father took me to what would be my room and locked me in there. He said my new husband would come for me early tomorrow. Locked in that room, I cried like on my wedding night, but this time it hurt even more. My sister is pregnant with the man who was my husband less than an hour ago, and now I've signed the marriage certificate with a perfect stranger whom I will live with in the morning. I don't know what could be worse: being in this house with Steve or with the stranger I just married.

The door to my room opens, and Carmen, my stepmother and Ines's mother, enters with a big smile on her face. It's evident that my misfortune brings her great joy.

"Did you think you would be happy, stupid mute? Because of your mother's vile actions, my daughter was born a bastard, while you, stupid mute, were born like a princess of high society. Now you will live with an old paralyzed man who has no emotions. Surely he will make you scream, but with pain," Carmen spits out angrily and slaps me before she leaves.

I continued crying, but this time on the cold floor of my room until I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes, it was still early morning. I hadn't even had dinner, and hunger gnawed at me. There was no point in making noise at this hour because I knew no one would come. Just like when I was a child and Carmen would lock me up and punish me, no one helped me, not even my father.

When dawn broke, the door opened. I thought they would at least give me breakfast, but instead, they took me to a man waiting at the bottom of the outside stairs.

"This is your husband's chauffeur. Now you are no longer my problem," Carmen says, and a few tears escape from my eyes. The chauffeur opens the door to the mysterious van, and although I wanted to run, I couldn't. There were several men and other vans.

I entered the van while wiping away my tears. The van's windows had black curtains, so it was dark inside, but I could see the silhouette of a mysterious man and hear his breathing. I was very nervous and scared. Could it be true that I was married to an old paralyzed man?

"Why were you crying?" a cold, deep voice interrogates me, making me tremble. I turn to look at the man sitting there, far away from me. The van had been modified and only had two seats and a large space, I suppose for his wheelchair.

"Why don't you answer?" he asks in a louder tone, which frightens me. Trembling, I take my cellphone and write a message for the robotic voice to read.

"I am mute. I thought they had told you," I reply with my cellphone.

"Hahaha," he laughs, and although it's somewhat cold, it sounds beautiful, or maybe it is just sincere.

"What are you laughing about?" I write so that the robotic voice on my phone reads it again.

"I'm laughing at us. Now, this seems like a joke. The mute woman and the paralyzed CEO. Hahaha. But that doesn't matter. You will still be my wife, and you will give me a child. My plans remain the same," he stops laughing, and I feel my body shiver.

This man I don't know intends to do what Steven didn't do in our two years of marriage. This man, whose voice I've only heard, wants to be intimate with me and impregnate me. But is he truly disabled?

"It works very well," he expresses as if he's reading my thoughts.

"I feel my legs, and I can move them a bit, but I can't walk. So don't worry; I will make you enjoy. I know you were married before. I don't care. We will perform tests before our wedding night. I don't know what disease your husband might have infected you with," he explains.

"My ex never touched me in that way," I write on my cellphone, and the robotic voice echoes. Suddenly, the light inside the van turns on, and I see that man move his wheelchair closer to me, so close that I recoil, trying to distance myself from him.

My stepmother was right about one thing, he is in a wheelchair, but he's not old. He must be around thirty years old. His eyes are emerald green, and even in the wheelchair, he must be close to six feet tall. He is a very handsome man, and his face seems crafted by the gods themselves. Although he shows no emotion, his gaze is daunting, and he exudes a dark aura.

"Why didn't you pick her? You have a beautiful body, and your face is stunning, not to mention your lips," he says, placing one hand on my waist and the other on my neck.

He brings my face close to his and kisses me in such a demanding way that I couldn't respond, let alone move. I don't know when he pulled me towards him and sat me on his lap while continuing to kiss me and caress my body. I felt strange; no one had ever touched me like this before, and even a small sound escaped my lips, causing him to let go and smile.

"I will find the best help for you, you will speak again," he said, and the car door opened, apparently we had arrived a while ago.

I was about to get off his lap, but he stopped me with one hand, and using the controls on his wheelchair, he moved us outside with a ramp that slid out as he pressed a button.

We got out, and I couldn't believe how huge that mansion was. It was three times bigger than my father's house and Steve's family's house combined.

As we entered the mansion, I tried to get off again, but he prevented me. He firmly held my waist and turned to look at his face, but he showed no emotion.

"Martha," he called, and a woman in her forties or fifties appeared before us.

"Yes, sir, how can I assist you?" said Mrs. Martha.

"She is the queen of this house, my wife. Whatever she asks for, she shall have without a problem. She will fill this mansion with children, so help her in everything. For now, she can't speak, so if anyone intimidates her, I want you to tell me, and I will make them pay," he spoke, addressing Mrs. Martha.

"As you command, Dmitry," the woman replied, revealing my husband's name to me.

***This work has been signed with NovelToon, and piracy such as reprinting without permission is strictly prohibited.***

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***