Well, not emotionally, I didn't love him. I tried, he obviously became blindly in love with me, so, I tried to love him back, to fall for him as a person, to feel the same, to like him as I thought I would when I was reading the dumb novel, but it didn't work. However, I did love him in bed, and his cock, I really loved his cock.
He fucked me angrily, hard, and he ate my pussy good, it was maddeningly. I felt deep passion for him, not love, but passion. Every time I looked at him, he got turned on, and he would turn me on, then we would do something about it.
I was 18 and he was 20 when we got married.
As soon as he had me officially, he changed. He remained obsessed with me, but he became... violent. Which was when I learned that he had split personality after being abused as a child, and the bad personality inside of him, the one he had been fighting to hide from me, was... dangerous.
Not in a thrilling and exciting way, but in really dangerous, even if not enough to kill me, he was sick enough to hurt me and enjoy doing it. So, he began to abuse me, while his other personality would take care of the damage. It was hell.
The caring him was Max, the sadistic was Maxim.
That's how I began to differ him.
Maximilianos had healing magic and super strength, which allowed him to actively break me and then heal me. Maxim felt pleasure breaking and hurting me, Max felt pleasure healing me and trying to manipulate me into thinking I couldn't leave without him because of that. That way, nobody was able to tell what he was doing, there was no bruises or anything to show in me.
We stayed married for 4 years, I'm 22 now.
Or I was.
Two weeks ago, the Duke Cadell Cadogan of the east, held a ball in which all the powerful families of the Empire were invited. As the Duchess of the Whitethorn Duchy it was my obligation to attend with my husband, Max, so, we attended it. It was a masquerade ball.
I had a terrible feeling about that ball, but when I tried to talk to Max about it, it was Maxim who talked back at me. Well, he slapped my face, strangled me, told me I had obligations as his wife and Duchess, then he bent me down on the dinning table and fucked me hard in front of the servants, because he didn't gave a shit. So, there was no talking my way out of the ball.
My bad feeling came through when I was cornered by Archduke Nikolai in the east balcony where I had gone to breath alone, as I was feeling suffocated in the ballroom. He was violent then, I tried to push him away but he didn't care, he grabbed me by my neck and forced his lips on mine, assaulting me by grabbing my breast with his other hand. I fought him, but he fought back.
Sofiya caught us.
She didn't care that he had forced himself on me, insisting that I was seducing her fiancee. But when she tried to hit me, he grabbed her by the neck and kissed her the same way he kissed me, all fight left her body as she kissed him back, then, to make it worse, he pushed the top of her dress down and grabbed her tits out, then she grabbed her skirt up and held onto him. It was disgusting and obscene.
It was literally a scene I had read on the book, minus the assault on me, and it creeped me out.
I put myself together and ran out of there. However, I hit a huge and strange men in my way out, who grabbed me by my waist and brought my body closer to his, holding me so I wouldn't fall with the impact. He had a lingering scent of cinnamon incense and cocoa, and I couldn't see his face because of the mask he had on.
But that was when Maximilianos decided to pop up, finding me shaken up, and in the arms of a another men who was holding me way too close. He got jealous and without a word to the stranger, he threw me over his shoulder and left the ball, then the Duke's castle, with no shame, throwing me on the carriage and reaping my clothes apart, then he fucked me in it. When Max was done with the sex, Maxim took over and beat me up as soon as we got to the manor.
Max didn't heal me for three days, he wanted me to feel pain, saying I made him feel pain when I threw myself in that men's arms. I had many broken and sprained bones, so it was painful.
A week ago, Sofiya barged inside our castle, making a scene about how I had seduced her fiancee, how she had caught us nearly having sex in the balcony, saying I was already half naked and with my tits out, making out with him. Max came back right when she had slapped my face, in time to see me slapping her back. He helped me push her out, but as soon as she was gone, he was on me, questioning me while strangling me and pressing me against the wall.
I told him that Nikolai had forced himself on me, that I tried to fight him, that Sofiya saw it and was lying. He acted like he understood, held me tenderly, kissed me, but then Max switched to Maxim and I found myself on the ground after he punched me, my jaw sprained. Then he beat me like he never had before, yelling that I was his, that I should be punished for not being strong enough to fully fight Nikolai, when not even he can fully fight that damn bastard.
Last thing I remember was blacking out while vomiting blood, after he kicked my belly countless time, bruising my organs.
Fast-forward to today, I only regained my consciousness an hour ago, finding myself in a pink and gold room, sleeping in a strange bed, and when I looked at the calendar, a week had passed. But that wasn't the worse.
The worse happened when I ran to the make-up table, as I stared at the mirror and saw a girl with pale skin, long wavy black hair, a mole next to the right corner of her round full pouty lips, sharp jawline, deep dimples in both cheeks, and siren-shaped golden eyes staring at me; no white skin, no wavy golden perfect hair, no big doe amethyst eyes, no freckles, no heart-shaped lips, no round chin and soft cheeks.
None of Eleanor Blackwood, all of Diana Le Noir.