Chapter 4

Malia turned her head to the side, refusing to answer him. The pain was intense. And she wasn't even wet yet! He just shoved himself in without any care for her. Tears dripped down her nose bridge, staining the bedsheet. He gripped her jaw and turned her face to him. She was shocked to see him smiling. 

"Who would've thought? You're a virgin." He said, his eyes shining with mischief. "Untouched..." He pulled out of her a bit, eliciting a hiss of pain from her, "...all for me."

Malia hated him.

"Fuck you." She said heatedly. 

He rolled his hips making her groan and arch her back. "Oh my darling wife, that will happen soon enough."

Malia tried to dissociate, to distract herself from the pain that was being inflicted upon her. This wasn't how she had planned her first time to go. Not by a brute of a man who cared nothing about her, but by the love of her life who would assure her every step of the way that he was there for her. Who would kiss her gently and handle her body with care. Not by an animal who was using her as a fleshlight. 

"Lift your hips for me" Grant commanded, wrapping his fingers around her neck and squeezing all the while thrusting into her at a bruising pace. Malia could feel the blood that trickled out of her. The feeling illed her to her very soul. Suddenly he grabbed her and flipped her body over, pushing her face into the mattress, her ass raised in the air and on display for him. She heard him groan with pleasure

"What a fucking sight." He said.

She thought he'd give her abused hole some reprieve but instead, he shoved himself inside her till his abdomen met her ass. The mattress muffled her screams. His grip on her head was tight, forcing her body into an arch while he went on and on. Malia wasn't sure, but she believed she passed out at a point.

When he was done with her, he left without saying a single word. Malia washed herself up and crawled into bed. She began to cry, hugging her pillow to her chest. She had never felt so defiled and violated in her life. No matter how hard she scrubbed her skin she couldn't get his scent off her. She doubted if she'd be able to sit properly the next day. It hurt. Everywhere hurt so bad. She cried even harder when it hit her that she was going to spend the rest of her life with this man.

The rest of her life....what a long time that was. To spend it living with a monster.

It had been two weeks since her wedding night was the most brutal event of her life, and she couldn't say that she was adjusting well enough.

In the public eye, Grant Houston was this enigmatic, charming, and admired person. He would kiss babies and talk with the mothers about whatever he wanted to. He was loved, and exalted. Many women expressed their envy towards Malia, as they wished to snag the most eligible bachelor. Maybe Malia herself had once seen him in that light. But not anymore. He had shown his true colors, and by the gods were they revolting. 

Malia finished washing herself and putting on a silky nightdress. The fabric was soft and lush, easy on her aching body. Her fair skin under the red silk was decorated with bruises, the majority of them littering her hips and breasts. It was an absolute miracle no one had noticed her wincing in pain at work. But Grant was smart too, he didn't leave a mark from her shoulders up. Everything would be hidden by her clothes. 

She left the bathroom and went to her room. It was 9 p.m., and she had some work to catch up on. She started work on her laptop, playing soft music and trying to ignore the pain in her body. Barely thirty minutes into her work, her phone rang. It was Amanda.

"How's the new bride?" Amanda asked, her voice a sing-song tone.

Malia rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. Just working."

"Working?!" Amanda yelled on the other side. Malia put her phone on speaker and kept it beside her. "You should be having fun right now with your husband."

"Oh, well unfortunately that's not the case."

"You're boring."

"I know."

There was a period of silence. Malia paused typing and stared at her phone, a longing look in her eyes. "I miss you, you know."

"Yeah, I do. And I miss you too. It's lonely without you around."

Malia hummed. "It is..."

"Are you okay though?" 

"Yeah, why?"

"I don't know. You don't sound like you anymore."

Malia sighed and rubbed her temples. "Well yes, tell me about it. I have a migraine. Can you imagine that?!"

"Malia..."

"And not only that, I have painful ankles. Of all things to ache, it's my ankles!"

"I know what you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything."

"Yes, you are. You're hurting, but God forbid you should ask for help, even from your sister."

"What do you mean Amanda, I just told you I have a migraine and painful ankles."

"Malia..." Amanda paused and sighed. There was shuffling on her side which suggested that she was getting out of bed. "Let's go for lunch tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure."

"Just like that?"

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye!" She quickly hung up before her sister could say anything else. 

Malia suddenly felt very exhausted. She shut her laptop and put it aside. As she snuggled into bed, she wondered why she agreed to meet her sister in the first place.

“Ugh! I have to pick out the clothes I'll wear tomorrow. I have to dress classy now that I'm a “rich man’s wife”. 

Malia rolled her eyes and got up from the bed. She walked over to her walk-in wardrobe and looked around the closet, considering the options for their lunch outing. 

She settled for a knee-length dress that was pink. It had a flowery pattern of roses and it accentuated her figure. It was perfect for her outing with Amanda. 

After picking out her dress, she crawled back tiredly into her bed and dozed off.