C8 Chapter # 8

Averting my gaze from him, I got out of bed and freshened. I will try my best not to be scared. A smile can win every heart. I just have to smile.

I smiled when I walked out of the bathroom. I saw him sitting on the bed. He runs his finger through his hairs.

"Good Morning!"I smiled as I cheerfully greeted him. He looked at me with his sleepy eyes.

"Being so cheerful in the morning?"He said, yawning. His every reflex made him look exquisite.

"A new day brings new hope!"I beamed. But, my happiness trampled when he smirked at me and said,

"Let's see how long that will remain." Mine smiled and faded when he said that. When I was about to force a smile his deep commanding voice startled me,

"Come here."It's just morning and he's ready to show his dominance. I walked towards him.

"Sit" He motioned me to sit on the ground. "I won't." I said in a croaked voice. "Shall I make you?" He whispered as I sat on the ground and looked away. I felt like all the hope that awakened within me faded away. I felt his superior gaze at me. His deadly glare was showing that I am Inferior and He's Superior. He held my chin to make me look at him.

"How was yesterday?"He asked. His voice is making me feel like I am contemptuous to him. What I am to him. I am nothing but mere dust before him.

"Was it 'Fine'?" He asked derisively, leaning in. Not wanting to anger him said in a low tone,

"No..."He brought his face so close to mine. His face was a few inches away from mine. His breath tingles on my skin; forming goosebumps all over it. He looked at me with pure hatred then. He looked at me with such contempt that it made my heart torn into a million pieces.

"You may be the Mistress of this house. But, Don't you dare to forget your place."

"You don't have to tell me the same thing over and over again," I said as tears began to fall, followed by a stream of them. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked it towards him as I yelped in pain.

"Shh...Don't you dare to cry." He said in a threatening tone. "You are making me." I said, still crying. I dug my nails in my palm to stop myself from crying. He leaned, I felt his hot breath on my face again. My teary eyes met his gaze and lowered them. When our eyes met I saw a hint of remorse and affection in his eyes. But, It was replaced by his dominance the instant I noticed it. I closed my eyes as I let the final tear fall. Before it could fall on the ground Desmond kissed It. I looked at him in disbelief. I looked at him as his eyes met mine. After remaining like that for a brief moment he pulled away.

"Stop being a wimp." He said in his hateful tone again. He stood up and went to the bathroom. "I wish I could...." I said to myself and wiped my tears and stood up and left the room. I entered the dining hall and was greeted by Savannah,

"Good Morning Ma'am!"She smiled. I stare at her. Why are you calling me 'Ma'am'? I'm not. When I don't have any worth in his eyes, why are you showing me that? I don't want to be called that, not until, He accepts me as his wife.

"Is everything alright?" Savannah asked, dragging me out of my thoughts.

"Yes." I smiled widely as she nodded.

"Savannah, Don't call me Ma'am. Ester is fine" I said. I don't want to be called "Ma'am".It just doesn't feel right.

"I can't."She said looking down.

"Why?"

"Sir orders are absolute," I sighed and took a seat and waited for Desmond. He held a firm power over everyone. He is really scary. I have never met someone like him in my entire life. A few moments later, he came. I didn't dare to meet his gaze, I looked at my food. I felt his glare on me as he took a seat. He kissed my tears. Just that little act made me feel strange. I began to eat my food.

"Ester."He called me.

"Yes?"I asked in my usual sweet tone.

"Today is our Reception."He said without looking up from his food.

"Oh... Yeah, I nearly forgot about that. From recent events, it didn't feel like a marriage," I said with a cold smile. His hatred and mock left me in dismay.

He glared at me but I ignored it and continued to eat. After breakfast, he left and I decided to call mother,

"Hello," I said.

"Hello Love, How are you?"Just hearing my mother's voice brought a smile to my face.

"I am fine. What about you guys?"

"We are fine."

"You should be."

"It's lonely without our Ester"

"I miss you too."

"How's Desmond? You are happy with him, Aren't you?"My smile faded. I am just simply scared of him. I don't know about happiness.

"Oh Yes! I am very happy!" I said.

"I am really glad...Well let's see, What you're gonna wear for your reception"

"It's a surprise," How am I supposed to tell her about the dress, I haven't seen yet.

"Oh, Okay then, Take care. Good Bye."

"Good-Bye ."I cut the call and went to the library. I walked around it in search of an interesting book. In the end, I found none. I then went to the music room. I looked around it. I don't believe that there's a music Room either. I wonder if Desmond can play anything. Savannah was standing behind me. I asked her,

"Did Desmond play any of these?"

"I don't know."I sighed as I played some random notes. Of course, I don't know anything about any musical instrument. In the evening, I went to our room to get ready for the reception. I wonder where Desmond is. When I entered our room I saw a beautiful Vintage Green mid sleeved Gown. It was embroidered with laces around the border and neck. It was really beautiful. I smiled and looked at it. He chose this gown for me. Just that thought filled me with joy. I was staring at it with awe as the door knocked,

"Ma'am the stylists have arrived, "Savannah said,

"Let them in, "I said. Two stylists came. I smiled at them. They got me dressed and did my makeup and all the stuff necessary for my preparation.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked pretty. I stood up and spun around. My lips curved upward widely.

"Thank you for your hard work," I said politely to the stylist.

"No problem! That's our job."I looked at myself for the last time before leaving. The gown suited me well. It hides my scar as well. My makeup was neither too much nor too less. My hair is secured in a waterfall braid hairstyle.

I walked down the stairs. I saw Desmond in a silhouette Suit Jacket. He looked extremely handsome. I blushed as I stood in front of him. His eyes widened for a second as his eyes scanned me from head to toe. I blushed madly at his actions. His dire demeanor remains the same as we walked. I felt bad. No compliment. Well, I don't think he'll compliment me anyways. I am happy that he didn't taunt me either.

We reached our destination. All eyes fell upon us when we entered. His hands held my waist firmly as we entered. People began to cheer. We greeted Mr and Mrs Corte.

"I am glad that you married our son,"Mrs Corte said. I smiled back,

"Thank you."Meanwhile, Desmond, who didn't seem that happy about anything.

Then my mother came. I hugged her. We began to talk. Mrs Corte is nice. Mr and Mrs Corte are really good, I wonder why Desmond is so different from them? Then the music changed and Mother said,

"Go girl. Dance."I looked at her. Mrs Corte nodded and called Desmond,

"What is it, Mother?"Desmond said.

"Go and Dance son."

"Okay."He held his hand for Mrs Corte. I smiled when he did that. Mrs Corte giggled and said,

"Not with me. But, With your wife."She motioned to me. He looked at me as my heart skipped a beat. He gave me a boring look. He took my hand and dragged me away.

"Don't let them know about us." We both said at the same time.

"I don't want my parents to find out about my hell." I said. "You chose it yourself." He hissed. "Thank you for reminding me, my dearest husband." I said derisively. He scoffed as we began to dance.

He put his hand around my waist while his other hand over my hand. I blushed when I looked at his eyes. When our eyes met he pulled me close to him as I let out a soft voice in astonishment. We began to dance. He wasn't pleased with everything. He didn't even look at me when we danced. I looked down in disappointment. It's not like I expect him to look at me with even a smile at least. But, I am happy that we are dancing together. Just that thing alone is enough to fill me with contentment. That alone is enough for me that I am with him. Urgh! Why do I feel like this for someone who hates me?

After the dance, He introduced me to his business partners and all. I felt proud when he introduced me. The rest of the reception was like that and we went home.

I am really happy. He kissed my tears. His little act like that made me love him more and to forget about all the menace which hid behind those silver pools of dominance.