Chapter 6 Welcome To The Hell!

• As I stand at the altar, waiting for Grace to enter, my mind is filled with thoughts about the drastic change in my life. I never thought I would find myself in a situation like this, but now that I’m here, I’m ready to face it head-on.
• Finally, the doors swing open, and she walks down the aisle with her father and a smug smile on her face. She thinks she’s won already, but little does she know, this is just the beginning.
• Anyone can be captivated by her stunning face, the enchanting sparkle in her eyes, and her captivating smile, oblivious to the darkness that hides within her. I also made the mistake of being enticed by her outward beauty.
• “Well, Steve, I must say she is quite hot.” As Mike whispers in my ear, I glare at him.
• I pass a fake smile to Grace when she stands in front of me. Her presence already suffocates me.
• The ceremony proceeds, and we exchange our vows. I speak the words, but deep down, I know they hold no real meaning.
• As we exchange rings, I make a silent promise to myself. I will make her life hell for playing with me. This marriage may be a charade, but the battle that lies ahead is very real.
• The officiant pronounces us husband and wife, and I force a smile, knowing that the battle has only just begun.
• “You may kiss the bride.” As the official says, I grab Grace by her waist, and after yanking her close to me, I capture her lips in a kiss filled with rage.
• I bite her lips, clutching her waist, and a moan of pain escapes her lips, satisfying my soul. I can’t believe someone’s pain is bringing me peace. She has changed me in the worst way possible.
• I break the kiss with a mischievous glint in my eyes. “A little pain to prepare you for the real pain which comes ahead, Mrs Grace Grey.” As I whisper, a sinister smile spreads across my face.
• My words waver her confidence for a second, but then she composes herself and passes her fake smile to the crowd.
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• After our wedding photoshoot, as the reception begins, I watch Grace socialize with our guests, her facade of happiness and charm never faltering. However, I know the truth behind her smile. I know the deceit that lies within her.
• Throughout the night, I keep a close eye on her, observing her every move and every interaction. I can see the way she manipulates those around her, using her beauty as a weapon. But I am not a fool. I know the evilness resides within her, and I will make sure she pays for it.
• Despite her evilness, I can’t deny that she still possesses a certain allure. Her beauty is undeniable, even if it masks a darkness within. And perhaps, deep down, I still feel a flicker of something for her.
• I take a deep breath, reminding myself of my purpose. This marriage is not about love or happiness. It’s about teaching her a lesson she won’t soon forget. I won’t let my emotions push me back.
• At night, I’m alone with Grace in my room. The moment I’ve been waiting for has arrived.
• After closing the door, I take a step towards her. “Welcome to the hell, Mrs temporary Grey.”
• “Hell? Seriously?” She scoffs at my words, causing me to frown.
• I march towards her and clutch her arms, digging my nails into her skin and killing her with my eyes filled with rage. “You think I married you for my father’s sake? No, I married you to make these three months of your life miserable. So you must be afraid of me.”
• She pushes me away with full force. “I’m not frightened of anything, Mr Steve. Just wait and watch how I’ll make your life hell.”
• I can see the fire in her brown eyes, her determination to challenge me, but I won’t back down. I’ll win this battle of wills and come out on top.
• I step closer to her again, this time speaking in a low, menacing tone. “You underestimate me, Grace. You don’t know what I’m capable of.” I can feel my anger boiling over as I recall all the manipulation and deceit she used to bring us to this point.
• She smirks, a hint of challenge in her expression. “And you underestimate me, Mr Grey. You’ll soon realize that I’m not as easy to control as you think.”
• In a swift move, I reach out and grip her chin, forcing her to meet my intense gaze. “We’ll see about that. I’m not afraid to play dirty, and I do not worry about using your own game against you.”
• She doesn’t break eye contact, her defiance still burning strong. “I’m not afraid of you, Mr Grey.” She jerks my hand.
• I stare at her with a dangerous glint in my eyes. “Let the game begin, and we’ll see who breaks first.”
• She smirks, her confidence unshaken. “Bring it on, Steve. I’m not backing down.”
• I storm to the bathroom and slam the door after last time glaring at her.
• As I return to the room after getting fresh and changing myself into t-shirts and joggers, I find Grace taking out her clothes from the luggage.
• I completely ignore her and go to the balcony to get some fresh air because I’m tired and not in the mood to fight with her more.
• When she goes to the bathroom to get changed, I return to the room and lie down on the bed to get some sleep. The events of the day replay in my mind, and I find it hard to believe that I’ve married the woman I despise the most.
• As I sense her emerging from the washroom, I open my eyes and observe her attire – a black crop top paired with shorts.
• When she is about to settle onto the bed, I remind her of our agreement, stating, “Have you forgotten your own rules? We can’t share the same bed.”
• “Here, we only have one bed, Steve. I’ll place pillows in the middle, and we can sleep separately,” she suggests, and I shake my head.
• “No way. I can’t allow you to break the terms of our contract.” As I deny her to sleep on my bed, she frowns at me.
• “If you have a problem, you sleep on the couch.” She snaps at me.
• “This is my bed, and I’ll sleep here. You can take any corner of the room. I don’t care,” I declare, lying diagonally on the bed, occupying the entire space, making her frown deepen even more.
• “I’m warning you, Steve. Get aside and let me sleep. I’m exhausted.” She warns, pointing her finger at me.
• “Or else what will you do?” I challenge, unfazed by her warning.
• She states in a firm tone, “Now don’t blame me.”
• She rushes to the bathroom and returns with the bucket of water. Before I can intervene, she splashes the water on me, drenching both me and the bed.
• “Are you a fucking idiot?” I growl, jumping out of the bed, and she stands, folding her arms across her chest, her lips curved up into a smug smile.
• “I warned you, Mr Grey.”
• “Now you’ll see me.” I take her arm in a forceful grip and drag her to the balcony, boiling in anger.
• “Let me go!” She struggles against my firm grip but remains trapped.
• “Enjoy the first night of our marriage, wifey.” I forcefully hurl her to the cold balcony floor.
• Before she can rise and stop me, I rush out and slam the glass door in fury. She stands up and runs to the door, and I stare at her with an evil smile on my face.
• She pounds on the glass door and hurls a string of curses my way, but it’s all muffled by the soundproof doors.
• “It’s just the beginning, Grace. You’ve unleashed my worst side, and now you have to face it.” I murmur to myself before closing the curtains, hiding her from my view.
• My anger and frustration are simmering, but there’s something else too. A satisfaction because I’ve finally asserted control over this situation, even if it was through rather unconventional means.
• I watch her through the semi-transparent curtain, and her face contorts with frustration as she realises that I’ve locked her out on the balcony. It’s my first small victory in this battle we’ve begun.
• After taking off my wet vest and joggers, I lie on the couch only in my boxers to sleep. As I pull the comforter over myself, I wonder how we reached this point.
• This isn’t who I am, treating a woman like this. Am I doing the right thing?
• Yes, I’m doing the right thing. This manipulative and arrogant girl deserves this harsh treatment.
• I can’t deny that there’s a part of me that still feels drawn to her, despite everything. But I can’t let those feelings make me a fool again.