Chapter 89: Chapter 86

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<html><head></head><body>Amaris POV My heart pounds as I widened my eyes only to find him sitting with a mug of coffee, his eyes settled on me. I went breathless having no idea what to think or do. It seems no words could penetrate him which makes me stuck with him. Rather than get off from the bed, I fell limply on it, sobbing in my heart. He is a monster and always will be. I could just hope for that what he said about a wedding isn't true. "Your in-laws are here to see you" "There's nothing between us and I'm meeting no one!" I protested worked up. Why did I ever cross path with him. I don't want this job anymore, if he'd controle in this way like I was his whore. He sip the coffee from his mug, his legs crossed as always and a smirk escaped his lips. "Acting rude makes me want to fuck you the more" he spat and i dried up where i sat. It's obvious he wants to break my pride but that won't make me silence. "You can't break me Caleb" I responded with a glare at him and he scoffed unbelievably while dumping the mug on the stool beside him. He gave me no response and only snapped his fingers. Almost immediately, three maids walk in with clothes in their hands. They greeted Caleb and then did the same to me. "Do the needful, while I wait" he ordered in a cold tone that sent chills running down my spine. One of the maids kindly gestured to me that it was time to take my bath. However, i wouldn't stand up. "Oh, you want me to do that for you" Caleb muttered and rose up. No! I don't want him to bath me. He'd just fuck over and over again. Hastily, before he could take a step closer, I jerked up and paced to the bathroom myself. I'd bathe myself and I don't need help doing that. I locked the door and rested my back on it, feeling sad, weak and devastated. Why can't I just protest against him? He was making me want him. I certainly know if I was replaced by someone else, she might go through this too. I sniffed and sat in a limp position while sobbing. I always wanted my body to be treated special, to marry a man who would love me for who I am and not use me as a tool. I'd kill myself if we get married, not Caleb! Or perhaps I should just run away now... I shuddered when I heard a knock on the door. Possibly, I had stayed for a while weeping and didn't realize time was gone. I bite my lower lips, giving no response but I know that knock is coming back and I couldn't do anything but grunt. Slowly, I rose up and pulled my clothes in front of the big mirror. I could see his hickies on me. My body was still sore and I couldn't control the tears that stream down. I hate myself as he disregards me. My pussy still throbs from the aftermath, my voice quivers and I closed my eyes for a moment. When did it all begin? I wiped my tears packing it into a bundle while glancing at my image. What if I could actually change him? But that wouldn't work, he had so many girls before me. I moved towards the tub which had been filled to the brim with water covered in foams. Hastily, I got inside and submerged myself in the water, just wanting to relax in the water. I buried my body in the water, holding my breath and thinking about my past life. I wish to just drown. However, the knock keeps repeating itself until I heard the crackling sound of the door. It felt as though it got broken or something. "Amaris!" His voice came in, it was frantic and quivering. I didn't want to leave that position just so he wouldn't see me naked. However, I felt his strong arms around my waist pulling me out from the water. My wet hair covered my face and my hands covered my breast, I couldn't see him clearly because my vision was blurry for a moment. His gasp was loud and his grip on me soften. He used his one hand to brush my hair aside just to look into my eyes. "What do you think you're doing!" He panics breathing so hard. His eyes had fear written in them. One of the maids quickly rushes with a large towel to cover me. I felt relieved having to notice I was covered. I didn't give him a response and just pushed him away because his presence was disgusting. I rose up from the tub and he did too, placing his hands on my shoulders even though I tried shoving his hands away. However, I always forget there's no need trying to do so. His eyes soften at me and I almost melted where I stood. "How dare you try to kill yourself!" He raged, his eyes scanning my body as my breath became deliberate. My body grew still as I was puzzled at how tensed her looked, his hands on my shoulders were shaking. I was quiet, lost in his intense gaze. He carried me in his arms and took me to the bedroom while dismissing the maids. He placed on the bed while attempting to take the towel off me but I wouldn't let him do that and so he resigned. My eyes were just fixed on him like he had hypnotized me, his scolding only made me break down in tears as I sniffed, ran my fingers in my hair. My body shivers as my wet body soaked the bed. He sat beside  and placed his palms on my cheeks. For a moment, I had thought he was caring or just bothered not until he let out a sided smile and said; "You can cry all you want, but you're stuck with me" My tears dried up almost immediately, I was wrong, he doesn't care because he doesn't even understand emotions. That's it, the only way out is to run...so I thought. </body></html>