FORCED MARRIAGE (Pt.1)

Lucas is Reyon's cold arranged husband. Now after they both are married, he thinks she married him because she is obsessed with him and his money but she actually married him because her parents forced her.

They both reach his penthouse apartment after the wedding as he looks at her coldly and says "Don't expect anything from me... I won't treat you as my wife and I never wIll." he scoffs

He continued sipping his water as he observed her silently. A part of him feels slightly bad for hurting her, but he doesn't want to show it. He hates how pretty she looked and how he was supposed to resist himself from admiring her. He shook his head as he put down the glass and looked away from her, refusing to make eye-contact.

He suddenly walks towards her, standing so close she can feel his breath near her ear. He grabs her wrists and pins her against the wall firmly

"Listen to me little girl... just because we're married now doesn't mean I'll go easy on you" he says in a deep, low tone, his eyes piercing into her.

He moves even closer to her, his body pressing against her, pinning her more firmly against the wall he looks at her with a mix of anger and... something else...

"You're mine now... you belong to me, understood? Don't you dare even think about getting close to me thinking I will fall for you because that'll never happen" He speaks firmly, his grip on her wrists tightening?

He leans his face closer to her ear, his lips almost brushing against her skin. His breath is hot and heavy as he speaks, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I despise you... I loathe your existence and everything that you are..." He says, his tone is filled with venom but also a hint of internal conflict. He doesn't want to feel this way, but he can't help it.

He's so damn close to her, his body almost molding into her. He lets his gaze wander over her face, taking in her soft features, the way the light hits her skin...

"But... you're so damn... pretty" He mutters under his breath, barely audible but enough for her to hear as if he was talking to himself.

"Fine!" she spoke calmly.

His eyes widen slightly at her quick response and he looks at her with a hint of surprise

"Wait... That's it? No objections, no complaints? Just 'fine'?" He asks, taken aback by her reaction or rather the lack of it.

She: "Hmm"

He lets go of her wrists slowly, freeing her from his grip. He takes a small step back, studying her calm demeanor.

"Are you serious right now? Usually girls would be crying and begging me by this point, but you're so chill" He says with disbelief, trying to understand your reaction.

She: "So what!"

He scoffs and runs a hand through his hair, looking at her as if she's some kind of mystery he can't quite solve

"Why aren't you mad, or crying or. I don't know…. begging me to treat you nicely. Any other girl would be going nuts on me right now"

She: "I'm exhausted"

He looks at her for a moment, noticing the tiredness in her eyes. A part of him feels... concerned but he quickly pushes it away

"Exhausted, huh? What, did you spend the whole day waiting for our wedding night" He says in a sarcastic tone, trying to sound cold and uninterested

Without saying anything she made her way to her dresser and rummage through it.

He watched her walk to her dresser, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he spoke

"What’re you doing now, little princess?" He asks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed

She took out sleepwear from her dresser and headed to the bathroom closing the door behind her.

He raised an eyebrow, watching her take the clothes and head to the bathroom

"Going to take a shower, princess?" he asks, his tone mocking but his eyes following her intently.

He waits by the door, listening to the sound of water from the shower. He can't help but imagine the water cascading down her body, her curves hidden beneath the steam...

"Damn it" He mutters under his breath, scolding himself for his own thoughts.

After taking a quick shower and wearing sleepwear she came out.

He looked up when she came out of the bathroom, his eyes scanning over her figure in the sleepwear. He tried to remain nonchalant but his gaze betrayed him, lingering just a second longer than necessary.

He clears his throat and looks away, trying to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat upon seeing her.

She got into covers before turning away and closed her eyes.

He watched her get into bed and turned away from him. His mind was a mess of conflicting thoughts and emotions. He's supposed to hate her but somehow he can't. He can't take his eyes off her. Her soft hair, Her gentle movements, the way her body looked in that sleepwear. It's driving him crazy

He clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, trying to control the feelings that were bubbling up inside of him.

He stared at her form for a moment, the rise and fall of her breathing the only sound in the room. He wanted to get into bed and... No, he can't. He can't give in to temptation. He mustn't. He grumbles silently and finally speaks

"Are you... Just gonna go to sleep and ignore me?"

He stood there, waiting for her response. He wanted her to acknowledge his presence, to look at him, to say something, anything... But she remained silent, her back still turned to him.

Lucas' annoyance grew as she continued to ignore him. He crosses his arms and walks closer to the bed.

"Hey. Speak up. Don't ignore me" He said in a firm yet quiet tone, trying not to let his frustration show.

His patience was running thin. He didn't understand why he's so bothered by her indifference. He should be happy that she's not making things difficult for him but he can't help but feel... irritated.

"Dammit, say something..." He mutters under his breath, standing by the edge of the bed now, looking down at her.

"Goodnight" She spoke while closing her eyes.

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