Chapter 3
Oliver P. o. v
With full force I stormed into our bedroom.
” What Nonsense is this, Derrick?” I stood hands akimbo and faced my husband
He ignored me and continued pressing his phone.
” Derrick , I am talking to you ” I said and snatched the phone from him, he stood up angrily and raised his hand up to slap me, I caught his hand before it could land on my cheek, I raised my head and looked him straight in the eyes.
Honestly, I’m very surprised at myself for having so much confidence right now. I don’t know where this confidence came from, but I’m sure enjoying it.
I glared at him challengingly, as if I’m daring him to do his worse which of course I am.
I am Oliver Thompson, a 25 years old lady, I have been living fine, until my aunt sold me off to a dangerous drug dealer, he beat me up in any chance he have, now I found out he sent my nude to one of his girlfriends, what’s he doing this for?
How audacious!” he roared in my face thinking I would cower away in fear like I used to, but surprisingly, I didn’t cower away.
He narrowed his eyes angrily, his eyes burning in great anger glared deeply in my soul, sending bad shivers down my spine and I felt sweat beads forming on my forehead.
I don’t know how long I can continue keeping this bravery of mine, because his body is shaking right now and I can tell he’s about to explode but I encouraged myself not to give in to him today.
He snatched his hand away from my grip, took a step back and narrowed his eyes even more as he bared his teeth at me, with his fists tightly balled.
His chest started rising and falling as he’s trying his best to keep his anger at bay, but it seemed like he’s failing woefully at it.
I heard his bones cracking, I watched as his eyes color started changing and the shape of his face started reconstructing.
Oh no! I am died today, he moved closer to me and raised me up with one of his hand and I landed on the floor.
“How dare you talk to me in that manner! you’re like my slave I brought you with my money, I can do anything I want with you, I only made you my wife because of my father don’t cross the line!” He thurdered.
“Why will you send my nude to my girlfriend? It’s better you let me go, since you don’t love,
I have watched you do all sort of things to me for some years now, this is totally unacceptable, You can’t keep on maltreating me just because you brought me, I am also a human like you” I yelled and he moved closer to the bed, he brought out a packet of cigarette from his bag and lit a stick before putting it in his mouth.
“You have grown some wings, didn’t you?” He asked and I scoffed.
“How dare you scoffed at me!” He asked and throw the flower vase on the nightstand at me and I quickly dodge it.
I have make him more angry, I don’t know what to do anymore, my friends that advised me to confront him, aren’t here to help me anymore.
In as much as i wanted to cover up my nervousness and not let it consume me, i couldn’t do it, as I found myself drowning in it.
Author p. o. v
Her heart keep thumping heavily against her chest, as this dangerous man she called husband moved closer to me.
Staring down at the floor, her fingers didn’t stop fondling with the tips of my dress sweat emanated from her body, balls of sweat formed on her forehead and she cleaned it with her palm.
As much as she wanted to walked out of the room, she can’t try it, because he will ask his guards to lock her up for a month or more than,
Just the thought of being punished by him again, keeps driving her to the edge of craziness.
He stared into space, as he puffed some smoke from his mouth and nose. If there was one thing he enjoys doing the most, then you can call it smoking.
He cleared his throat, and she almost jerked, but she did best to compose herself, in order not to give him the impression that she was scared. He hates cowards.
After what seemed like forever, he finally turned to face her, his face holding so much danger, and void of emotions as usual.
His facial look tells more about how dangerous he is inside. She dared not to look him in the eyes, that’ll be as good as signing her death contract.
Pulling out the stick of tobacco from his mouth, he put off the light before he finally dropped it on the tray beside him.
“Why did you decided to come to my room to constitute nuisance?” He asked calmly but his voice conveying nothing, but danger, and her heart skipped like a million times, as she flinched in fright.
“Why did you have to send my nude to your, mistress, this isn’t fair and can’t keep doing this to me, I am your wife” Olivia said with tears and Derrick burst into laughter. He moved closer to her and puff some smoke on her face, and Olivia cough out loud. If there’s one thing she hate, it’s smell of smoke.
“Don’t tell me you don’t love the smell?” He asked with a smirk.
He walked back to the bed and pick up his shirt.
“Going to meet my bitches” he said and walked out, that’s what Olivia have being going through for the past one year she got married to Derrick, though it’s more like a contract marriage. But Olivia find herself falling inlove with the drug dealer she got married to, she’s ready to make it work, but Derrick prefer to have sex with a whore than his own wife.
“You’re gonna stay in my room all day” with that being said Derrick lock the door before walking out of the room.