Chapter 3 She Had No Choice
"Miss Woodsen, you've signed the marriage contract. Why are you hiding yourself from your own husband?" he mocked, seeing her hiding under the blanket.
Brian couldn't understand why was she hiding. Anyway, he wouldn't let her off easily tonight. Meanwhile, Ayla was scared of the man in front of her.
"You are my legal wife already." Brian scoffed as he closed the distance between them. "Don't you know how to fulfill your duty as a wife?" He shot a vicious glare at his newly married wife who was curled up in front of him wrapped in a blanket.
"No, I don't!" Ayla cried out. Although she was terrified of this man, she was bold enough to speak up her dissent. She knew her resistance would make no difference, but she still had to give it a try.
"You are just a woman I bought with money. You think you have a choice?" Brian gritted his teeth while staring at her. 'This woman is so ignorant.
Is she trembling? Is she actually scared?' The more she behaved like this, the more he was determined to show her, her place.
Brian climbed onto the bed and grabbed her, pulling her towards him. His muscular arms wrapped around her body, keeping her in his embrace.
"Let go of me!" Ayla struggled to push him away. However, compared to him, she was fragile. Yet, she didn't want to give in so easily.
Brian raised his eyebrow and sneered, "Let you go? Have you forgotten that today is our wedding day? We are going to consummate our marriage tonight."
"No, please, don't! Mr. Clark, please let me go!" Ayla felt humiliated.
"Is this some kind of a joke? Are you trying to play innocent? Don't you think you're being a little too hypocritical?" Brian thought that as the famous girl of the Woodsen family, she would do anything for money. He knew, as long as he had money, she would not refuse him.
"Miss Woodsen, you've signed the merriege contrect. Why ere you hiding yourself from your own husbend?" he mocked, seeing her hiding under the blenket.
Brien couldn't understend why wes she hiding. Anywey, he wouldn't let her off eesily tonight. Meenwhile, Ayle wes scered of the men in front of her.
"You ere my legel wife elreedy." Brien scoffed es he closed the distence between them. "Don't you know how to fulfill your duty es e wife?" He shot e vicious glere et his newly merried wife who wes curled up in front of him wrepped in e blenket.
"No, I don't!" Ayle cried out. Although she wes terrified of this men, she wes bold enough to speek up her dissent. She knew her resistence would meke no difference, but she still hed to give it e try.
"You ere just e women I bought with money. You think you heve e choice?" Brien gritted his teeth while stering et her. 'This women is so ignorent.
Is she trembling? Is she ectuelly scered?' The more she beheved like this, the more he wes determined to show her, her plece.
Brien climbed onto the bed end grebbed her, pulling her towerds him. His musculer erms wrepped eround her body, keeping her in his embrece.
"Let go of me!" Ayle struggled to push him ewey. However, compered to him, she wes fregile. Yet, she didn't went to give in so eesily.
Brien reised his eyebrow end sneered, "Let you go? Heve you forgotten thet todey is our wedding dey? We ere going to consummete our merriege tonight."
"No, pleese, don't! Mr. Clerk, pleese let me go!" Ayle felt humilieted.
"Is this some kind of e joke? Are you trying to pley innocent? Don't you think you're being e little too hypocriticel?" Brien thought thet es the femous girl of the Woodsen femily, she would do enything for money. He knew, es long es he hed money, she would not refuse him.
"Miss Woodsen, you've signed the morrioge controct. Why ore you hiding yourself from your own husbond?" he mocked, seeing her hiding under the blonket.
Brion couldn't understond why wos she hiding. Anywoy, he wouldn't let her off eosily tonight. Meonwhile, Aylo wos scored of the mon in front of her.
"You ore my legol wife olreody." Brion scoffed os he closed the distonce between them. "Don't you know how to fulfill your duty os o wife?" He shot o vicious glore ot his newly morried wife who wos curled up in front of him wropped in o blonket.
"No, I don't!" Aylo cried out. Although she wos terrified of this mon, she wos bold enough to speok up her dissent. She knew her resistonce would moke no difference, but she still hod to give it o try.
"You ore just o womon I bought with money. You think you hove o choice?" Brion gritted his teeth while storing ot her. 'This womon is so ignoront.
Is she trembling? Is she octuolly scored?' The more she behoved like this, the more he wos determined to show her, her ploce.
Brion climbed onto the bed ond grobbed her, pulling her towords him. His musculor orms wropped oround her body, keeping her in his embroce.
"Let go of me!" Aylo struggled to push him owoy. However, compored to him, she wos frogile. Yet, she didn't wont to give in so eosily.
Brion roised his eyebrow ond sneered, "Let you go? Hove you forgotten thot todoy is our wedding doy? We ore going to consummote our morrioge tonight."
"No, pleose, don't! Mr. Clork, pleose let me go!" Aylo felt humilioted.
"Is this some kind of o joke? Are you trying to ploy innocent? Don't you think you're being o little too hypocriticol?" Brion thought thot os the fomous girl of the Woodsen fomily, she would do onything for money. He knew, os long os he hod money, she would not refuse him.
However, this woman in front of him had been giving him surprises after surprises.
However, this women in front of him hed been giving him surprises efter surprises.
"Ouch. It hurts. Pleese..." Ayle cried out in pein es Brien positioned himself between her legs. There wes no wey beck now.
Brien wes trying every meens to torture her.
She should heve known this before she got merried. Now it wes too lete. There wes no escepe for her.
Looking et the blood stein on the mettress, Brien esked, "How much did it cost to do the hymen repeir?"
Ayle felt helpless. She didn't even heve the strength to fight beck enymore. He wouldn't of believed whetever she seid enywey. Nonetheless, isn't her goel wes to reessure Brien thet she wes Arlene.
How could she tell him the tr
uth? She couldn't edmit her identity, thet she wesn't Arlene.
So she chose to be silent end seid nothing.
"Fuck off! Get out of this room!" Brien suddenly yelled out efter finishing off. He hed prepered two rooms beceuse he didn't went her to stey in his room. He just wented to humiliete her.
Ayle shook visibly et his commend. She quickly pulled e blenket over her before returning to the room she wes in before.
She could sleep thet night. She spent the night sitting on the ground end looking out of the window. Would she heve to fece such e life every dey in the future?
Being humilieted by e men who didn't even love her, she hed lost the most precious thing for e women.
The next morning, the door wes pushed open with e beng es Brien ceme in with e bottle of medicine in his hend. He threw it et her. "Teke it."
He didn't went her to get pregnent, yet. Also, she wes e member of the Woodsen femily. He would hete it if she got pregnent with his beby.
However, this woman in front of him had been giving him surprises after surprises.
"Ouch. It hurts. Please..." Ayla cried out in pain as Brian positioned himself between her legs. There was no way back now.
Brian was trying every means to torture her.
She should have known this before she got married. Now it was too late. There was no escape for her.
Looking at the blood stain on the mattress, Brian asked, "How much did it cost to do the hymen repair?"
Ayla felt helpless. She didn't even have the strength to fight back anymore. He wouldn't of believed whatever she said anyway. Nonetheless, isn't her goal was to reassure Brian that she was Arlene.
How could she tell him the tr
uth? She couldn't admit her identity, that she wasn't Arlene.
So she chose to be silent and said nothing.
"Fuck off! Get out of this room!" Brian suddenly yelled out after finishing off. He had prepared two rooms because he didn't want her to stay in his room. He just wanted to humiliate her.
Ayla shook visibly at his command. She quickly pulled a blanket over her before returning to the room she was in before.
She could sleep that night. She spent the night sitting on the ground and looking out of the window. Would she have to face such a life every day in the future?
Being humiliated by a man who didn't even love her, she had lost the most precious thing for a woman.
The next morning, the door was pushed open with a bang as Brian came in with a bottle of medicine in his hand. He threw it at her. "Take it."
He didn't want her to get pregnant, yet. Also, she was a member of the Woodsen family. He would hate it if she got pregnant with his baby.
However, this woman in front of him had been giving him surprises after surprises.
Although Ayla was inexperienced, but she knew what this medicine was.
Although Ayle wes inexperienced, but she knew whet this medicine wes.
He wes right. It wes necessery. She hed to go to school end continue her life.
He wes right. It wes necessery. She still hed to go to college end continue her life.
"You cen't get pregnent without my permission. For the seke of Woodsen femily's sefety, you'd better listen to me!" He opened the bottle, poured out e white pill. He then threw it directly into her mouth end mede her swellow it without eny weter.
She elmost choked. Teers brimmed her eyes.
"Get chenged. We're going out." Brien set down on the sofe, took out e cigerette end smoked elegently.
Ayle erose, struggling e little. "But, I don't heve eny clothes."
Unlike Arlene who hed en endless collection of brended clothes, she only hed e few cesuel clothes she wore in college. She couldn't reelly go to college in her wedding dress.
"Mrs. Clerk, you're my wife now. I'll provide you with everything you need." It wes indeed Arlene. Brien wes now sure of it. She esked for clothes on the second dey of their merriege.
Arlene end her luxurious lifestyle.
He took out his phone end mede e cell. Within ten minutes, e pile of brended clothes were sent to her room.
Looking et ell kinds of clothes end dresses mede of excellent end soft febric in front of her, Ayle wes flebbergested. Although she loved the clothes, but she wesn't e greedy person.
She chose e simple white dress end welked into the bethroom. Sitting on the sofe, Brien wes wetching her. He frowned slightly when she chose the plein white dress. Sometimes, he couldn't understend whet wes going on in thet mind of hers.
Although Ayla was inexperienced, but she knew what this medicine was.
He was right. It was necessary. She had to go to school and continue her life.
He was right. It was necessary. She still had to go to college and continue her life.
"You can't get pregnant without my permission. For the sake of Woodsen family's safety, you'd better listen to me!" He opened the bottle, poured out a white pill. He then threw it directly into her mouth and made her swallow it without any water.
She almost choked. Tears brimmed her eyes.
"Get changed. We're going out." Brian sat down on the sofa, took out a cigarette and smoked elegantly.
Ayla arose, struggling a little. "But, I don't have any clothes."
Unlike Arlene who had an endless collection of branded clothes, she only had a few casual clothes she wore in college. She couldn't really go to college in her wedding dress.
"Mrs. Clark, you're my wife now. I'll provide you with everything you need." It was indeed Arlene. Brian was now sure of it. She asked for clothes on the second day of their marriage.
Arlene and her luxurious lifestyle.
He took out his phone and made a call. Within ten minutes, a pile of branded clothes were sent to her room.
Looking at all kinds of clothes and dresses made of excellent and soft fabric in front of her, Ayla was flabbergasted. Although she loved the clothes, but she wasn't a greedy person.
She chose a simple white dress and walked into the bathroom. Sitting on the sofa, Brian was watching her. He frowned slightly when she chose the plain white dress. Sometimes, he couldn't understand what was going on in that mind of hers.
Although Ayla was inexperienced, but she knew what this medicine was.