Camilla's POV
Lost in his gaze, I was snapped back to reality by a voice I didn't expect to hear. "What are you staring at, woman?"
The deep, husky voice sent shivers down my spine, and I turned to find Marcus standing there, his presence filling the room.
"I-I was just looking at the garden," I stammered, trying to regain composure. "It's beautiful."
Marcus walked over to me, his eyes narrowing as he looked outside. "Don't waste your time on such trivial matters," he said dismissively. "There are more important things to attend to."
I nodded, feeling a sense of unease settle over me. Either God or Satan had prevented the worst from happening.
It was as if he could see through me. Like he knew the thoughts swirling in my mind. I quickly averted my gaze, unable to meet his piercing eyes.
He moved closer, and I felt his hand on my cheek, his touch possessive and unwelcome. "Remember, Camilla, you are now a part of this family. You will behave accordingly," he said in a low, threatening tone.
My heart pounded in my chest, and I knew better than to challenge him. "Yes, Marcus," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Satisfied, he released me, his demeanor shifting to one of indifference. "Good. Now, I have some business to attend to. I will be in my office. Don't wander around too much," he said before leaving the room.
Alone again, I couldn't shake the feeling of his touch on my cheek, the weight of his words lingering in the air.
I knew that I was now trapped in this mansion, in this life that was forced upon me. As the days passed, I would have to navigate through the complexities of this world, always under Marcus's watchful eye.
As the evening wore on, the door unexpectedly opened, exposing Lady Carmen, "Madam. I believe you haven't had the pleasure of exploring your new home. Allow me to give you the grand tour,"
I nodded, "Uhm... Okay," I forged a smile as I followed her. The first stop was the place where I would call my favorite.
"This is the heart of the house, the kitchen. It's where our culinary magic happens,"
"Oh, it's beautiful, " The kitchen was an expansive, bustling space filled with the savory aroma of culinary creations.
"We employ a team of five chefs, each specializing in different cuisines. Precision is key here."
"I see,"
We continued to explore the mansion, the dining space was connected to the kitchen and the living room. The two spaces offered a balanced experience within the mansion – the dining room was steeped in history and formality, and the living room provided a cozy retreat for relaxation and connection.
Carmen led me down a corridor to another set of doors, which opened to reveal a tropical paradise within the mansion, "And now, our oasis of relaxation,"
Inside, a lush indoor garden surrounded a stunning pool. Palm trees, ferns, and exotic flowers thrived under a glass roof that let in the sun's warmth.
"It's... beautiful," It was amazing. I had never seen such luxury with my bare eyes before.
Our next destination was a lower level of the mansion, an underground chamber. The stairs led us to a heavy, ornate door, and as it swung open, I was met with a cool, dimly lit chamber.
"Behold, our wine cellar," She whispered.
The room was lined with wooden shelves holding an impressive collection of wine bottles, "Each bottle tells a story, and we take great pride in our collection,"
"I would say it is a treasure collection of wine we've got here,"
"Exactly," She smiled
Carmen's expert tour continued, revealing more layers of luxury within the mansion's walls, the next stop being the trophy room.
We reached a pair of imposing double doors, and Carmen swung them open to reveal a room that exuded achievement and pride.
" Welcome to our trophy room,"
The walls were adorned with shelves showcasing an array of awards, trophies, and memorabilia. Rows of gleaming trophies, plaques, and medals stood as silent witnesses to past triumphs.
"There isn't a trophy that your husband hadn't won. His ambitious mind is what has made him shine out of all odds, " Carmen added.
"That's a beautiful quality, I must admit," A quality which scared my poor heart. If I was his next target, my life was likely to be devastated.
After what felt like hours, the grand tour came to an end
As the sun set, signaling the end of the day, I found myself back in my room, alone with my thoughts. The mansion was quiet now, and I could hear the faint sounds of footsteps and muffled voices from outside.
As the night fell, the mansion was enveloped in an eerie silence, and I found myself lying on the bed, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.
The events of the day had left me feeling overwhelmed and confused, and I longed for a moment of peace and solace.
Just as I was beginning to drift into a restless slumber, the door to my room creaked open, and Marcus walked in, his presence casting a cold shadow over the room.
I tensed up as he approached, his eyes fixed on me with a calculating gaze.
"Camilla, My dear wife. It's time to be together," Marcus announced as he jumped on the bed and quickly took his shirt off, revealing his perfectly toned body.
His hands then landed around my waist while his lips started furiously sucking my neck. He was kissing me so aggressively that I felt like I was in prison.
This was annoying, especially because it was him. He did everything but being gentle and it irritated me to the point I pushed him back.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "I-I can't," I managed to stammer, my voice trembling. "I'm not ready."
Marcus's face contorted into a mixture of anger and frustration. "You will do as I say," he spat, his tone demanding and authoritative. "You are my wife, and you will fulfill your duties."
His words sent a surge of fear through me, and I felt trapped, powerless to resist his advances. But something inside me refused to give in to his demands.
I had been forced into this marriage, and I wasn't about to let him take away my dignity and autonomy as well.
"No," I said firmly, mustering all the courage I could find, "I won't let you do this to me. I won't let you use me for your pleasure."
Marcus's eyes narrowed, his anger flaring. He lunged forward, grabbing me by the wrist with a cruel grip.
"You will regret defying me," he sneered.
But I refused to back down. With a surge of strength, I pulled away from him, my heart pounding with adrenaline.
"I won't be controlled by you," I declared, my voice steady and defiant. "I am not your property.