“Sometimes the world of lies is so exquisite that you don’t want to accept reality anymore.”
Before I knew it, I became the wife of the most successful businessman in the field of textile and cotton.
My Father was a simple businessman, nothing compared to my husband, the business tycoon. He bought Father’s company, basically his Boss.
Then he saw me and sent a proposal at my place. I was already admiring his beauty and when the proposal came, I couldn’t say no.
Sebastian Stellios wants me as his wife among all women.
How our destinies intertwined, I don't know myself.
I returned to our ravishingly enormous room, still unable to believe this is reality and I am his wife.
My heart was racing when I was in his room befitting a king. The chandelier in the middle lighting the room dimly. The king sized bet with soft duvets.
Biting my inner cheek, waiting for my husband, anticipation emanated from me, throat dried, vexed.
I fidget my fingers around my dress, heartbeats thumping abnormally and he came.
‘Oh My God, Oh my God.’ I thought, shivering when the creaking sound of the door being opened reached my ears.
With a dominant aura, hands resting in his pockets upholding stern features which enhance my flutters. Our eyes met and my body stopped functioning for a hot second.
I quickly raised from my seat, still nervous in his presence, unsure what to do or say. His presence with me alone in a room halted my ability to speak.
Arching a brow at my mien, he asked, scanning my form, "Haven’t you changed yet?"
"I… was waiting for you." I replied timidly, tugging my hair behind my ears.
"I see…" He hummed, taking off his watch and other accessories before turning to me. I couldn’t help but to notice his assertiveness.
If he is not smiling, he looks scary from close.
I could feel my sensations growing wild by the lack of sound in the room before his sheer dominance.
Why wasn’t he smiling now? Is there something wrong?
"You seem lost.'" He said, dragging me out from my thoughts, glancing from his shoulder.
"Huh?" I blinked, looking up at him hesitantly, not knowing what to do.
"Should I help you with the jewelry?" He asked in a charming tone, motioning to my bewitching form.
"Yeah, sure." I smiled, averting my gaze from his.
Impotent to meet his eyes, remembering it is still our first official meeting. We met a few times but at events or family dinner but not on dates or alone.
I stood in front of the mirror, pushing my hairs to the sides when he took off my necklace, deliberating brushing his fingers against my skin, burning it with untold temptations.
"You are looking gorgeous. As if you are made for me." He murmured, smiling softly, removing the necklace.
"Just for me." He whispered seductively, sending shivers down my spine to be this close to him.
"For you." I whispered back, lowering my eyes shyly when his hand moved forward, taking my wrist, removing the bangles slowly.
We both looked at each other in the mirror. I wanted time to stop that moment and repeat this memory on repeat.
"It was the only lovely memory I hold of him."
After taking my bangles, he turned me to him, "Eileen." He called in a low yet assertive tone.
"Yes?" I responded softly, lifting my innocent gaze.
"Have you loved someone before?" His question almost wiped my smile, replacing it with a dread I swallowed hard, I lied unintentionally.
"No."
"It was the first lie I ever told him. I shouldn’t have. I had no idea what he was capable of back then."
"Good." He smirked, pleased at my response, leaving me vexed to ponder what would happen if I said yes.
“We just got married and this is the first question you asked me?” I frowned, pouting to pretend I am displeased.
"What is mine should remain untouched anyways." He smirked, coming closer, trapping me in his hovering presence.
“Neglect even if I was, now I am not,” I muttered, folding my arms at my chest.
“My, what a lovely reaction.” He chuckled, poking my forehead which brought a deep scarlet shade on my face when his hand touched me.
Leaving my proximity, he left me in a state of blushing mess with weak knees and growing urges.
Taking off his bow, opening the first two buttons of his shirt, he poured himself some fresh wine.
"You freshen up. The dress must be heavy. Should I send someone to help you or should I do it?" He smiled asking casually, taking a sip of his drink.
“No, I can manage it. I am not fond of extremely fancy dresses so I chose a normal one anyways. So I could easily open it by pulling down the zipper.” I explained.
“I see. Okay.” He shrugged. I nodded and was about to leave but intrigued got the best of me and stopped.
"Um… What would you do if I said yes, I had? Just curious" I asked innocently but nonchalantly. Not expecting a dire response.
But, his jaw clenched, sending a predatory serious stare which hitched my breaths, indicating I shouldn’t have asked.
Taking a step back, I held my dress and noticed my startled reaction, he literally stopped. I stood in distress but his hunter gaze vanished.
He sighed, "Don't seek the answers of those questions you are unable to bear. Don’t ever ask again for your own good."
Nibbling my lips, I nodded and left to freshen up, not wanting to extend this useless conversation anyways, "I understand."
I came out after changing into my nightwear and saw him sitting on the couch, one leg over the other.
He was holding his glass and poured another one for me. I smiled and grabbed the glass, taking a seat beside him.
So close…
"You are exquisite, Eileen." He murmured, shifting closer to me to drown into my eyes.
I looked away, intoxicating my mind in his passion, loving the sensation his fingers provided by latching to my skin.
“That is the only one of the few times where his touch made me feel loved. I forgot how it feels now.”
"Don't exaggerate, Sebastian." I chuckled, slowly linking eyes to his adoring ones.
"I bet you must have met prettier girls." I added, growing my smile.
"But the one who captured my senses is you, then who is prettier in that sense?"
His smile converted into a smirk, bringing my face closer, indulging in the sensation to have me close. I truly believe we are made for each other, The ideal couple.
"Them or.. you?" He whispered and I devoted all my breaths to this new bond, to my husband who showered with pure affection.
"I still cannot believe what girls dream to attain is mine." I whispered, drowning into his silver snow.
"And nothing could steal you away from me." He smirked, taking my hand, putting it over his heart.
"I am yours." I pleaded, pressing my palm over his syncing yet raging heartbeat. Touching him gave me eerie but satisfactory feelings.
"That's my girl." He smirked, pulling away and leaning back.
"Now." Clearing his throat, his voice regaining his authority which made me perplexed what he wants to talk about.
"There are few rules I expect you to obey, Eileen. Of course, they are for your betterment and you must be bound to them." He began to say which invoked a hint of bewilderment.
"It depends. What are they?" I replied with a shrug, taking a sip of my drink. I didn’t expect anything extreme.
"First, No matter where you will go, you have to take suites with you. I cannot risk your life." He paused, waiting for my reaction. I raised my eyebrows, confused.
"Suites? Strange but okay, I understand your concern but-" I tried to excuse but he cut me off.
"You are well aware of my position, Eileen. I have always been alone and now when I have a weak point, I don't want anyone to take advantage of it, understand?" He said dominantly, explaining it to me which I understand.
But, the word weak point made me so proud to be his, to call him mine. To be someone he cares about.
‘I am his weak point…’ I thought happily, "I understand." I nodded with a smile.
"Second, you have to take my permission before going out."
‘Well, that sounds restrictive.’ I thought but didn't say anything, believing he was only caring for my safety.
What’s wrong, just give him a call and let him know where I am going. What could possibly go wrong, right?
"What if I cannot reach you? If you didn’t attend the call or were unreachable, it would be your fault. I will have the suites anyway." I asked casually, drinking my wine, leaning back.
"Let me rephrase; Inform me where are you going. Leave a text or anything but let me know." He breathed out, taking my hand, brushing his thumb over her knuckles.
"Okay." I chuckled, loving his hand in mine.
"Third, No matter wherever you go. I want you home before me." He said, putting his glass away after finishing it.
"I understand. I don’t like going out late at night anyways but you are going to come with me if I go out clubbing late at night." I mumbled, not thinking much about it and demanding.
“We will see…” He trailed off, definitely not liking the sound of it but I frowned and was about to pull my hand away but he tightened his grip.
“Okay, okay, fine. We can go together anywhere you want.” He sighed, shaking his head.
“Good.” I smiled, poking his cheek with my free hand with a giggle which made him smile as well.
"Now, Fourth, I won’t stop you from having male friends but do know I am a possessive man so no physical contact with them, okay? You can talk, hangout but not close like hugging." He demanded.
"Understandable, I wouldn't like touching them needlessly either. I am not single anymore anyways." I mumbled, not paying heed and agreeing with it. I foolishly trusted him.
"And lastly." His voice grew husky, taking the glass from my hand, turning me to him.
"In my presence." He paused, lifting my chin, lips shifting into an atrocious smirk, eyes traveling down to my lips.
"Nothing else should exist." He whispered temptingly, brushing his thumb over my lips, sending a satisfactory shiver.
"Only.." Moving closer, he moved closer, before capturing my soul in his domain as I failed to notice the possessiveness burning in his exquisite eyes.
"Me."
And that day, this devil imprisoned his innocently ignorant bride.
"And being his deepest desire was the biggest mistake of my life."