Chapter 1

• CASSIEL'S POV
• I froze mid-motion, my hand still on the light switch. The sounds from outside confirmed the one piece of bad news I never wanted to hear: He was home!
• My husband. My tormentor. The cruelest mafia who was taken over the Monroe Empire. The man I loathed more than anyone else in this world had returned.
• Fear crept up my spine at the realization of that, his presence brought nothing but pain and tears in my life, I knew exactly what was going to happen now he was home.
• I clutched the white robe tighter around my body as if it could protect me from what was coming.
• I began counting the seconds until he would reach the room, the moments until he would strip me of my dignity and have his way with me, just like he always did during the two years of marriage.
• I held my breath as he kept coming closer and closer till he got to the side of my bed, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
• In an instant, his body was facing me. His eyes stared intently like a tiger's staring at its prey. My heart started beating fast and my hands broke out in a cold sweat. It was going to be a long night like the previous nights.
• "Not tonight. Arella, please—"
• "Don't you dare call me by my name!" he thundered.
• Before I could plead for him to be gentle—for the sake of the baby I had just realized I was carrying—he was inside me, relentless.
• He has never been gentle with me. Never. And I had somehow gotten used to the rough side of him. I had long accepted my fate and did not bother to fight him off each time he came into my room to fuck me.
• "Arella, I'm p—"
• His thumb caressed the upper part of my sex as two of his fingers slipped between my intimate parts.
• I let out a sharp moan as he abruptly drove his two fingers inside me, which interrupted my words.
• "So fucking wet" He hissed, adding another finger as he began to finger fuck me
• My toes curled on the bed as he stretched my insides, his thumb rubbing the upper side of my sex.
• My muscles began to contract as I began to feel intense pleasure build up within me; he increased the pace at which he drove his fingers inside of me as I came apart, having my first orgasm.
• I remained still, tears burning at the sides of my eyes, I should be proud and happy to be married to him. How could I not be? His face was handsome, his body was athletic, his blue eyes looked exquisite and clear, like the blue of the ocean, and his skin was pale white with a few scars on some parts of his body.
• And last but not least, his family background. He came from a wealthy mafia family. His family's power and wealth dominated things. There wasn't a single person in Polco, the town where we lived, who didn't know about their family because their name was famous throughout the country. Since two years ago, Arella had officially taken over as the leader of the biggest mafia gang in the entire country, replacing his grandfather.
• However, I never felt happy. Arella never treated me well. Perhaps in his eyes, I was just a woman who pays off my father's debts, and only an object of sexual release that he could enjoy as he pleased.
• His hand on my nipple cupped my breasts as he squeezed it before he leaned over to take my nipple in his mouth, biting and sucking on it greedily.
• I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling.
• I flinched as he suddenly grabbed both of my hands, placing them above my head and using his belt to tie my hands, putting me in place.
• "Arel.."
• "Shut up" He interrupted, positioning his huge cock in front of my entrance as I shivered.
• "Take my cock like the cheap slut that you are" And with that, he drove into me.
• "Are.." My voice trailed off as the tears that I had been holding back began to fall down my cheeks.
• I remained quiet as he began to drive in and out of me ruthlessly.
• "Fuck" He cursed, grabbing me by my hair as he increased the pace at which he used to fucking me.
• I bit my lips hard, stopping any sound from coming out of them as he continued pounding me.
• Despite the terror, a part of me responded—my body betraying me, lighting up under his touch.
• For a moment, I forgot about the baby, lost in the fleeting pleasure he could still give me—the only thing I had left.
• Suddenly, he flipped me over, forcing me onto all fours. I gasped as he withdrew, only to slap his cock against me before plunging back in. I arched my back, tightening around him, desperate to feel more of him inside me.
• "Fuck…fuck…" he groaned, his pace quickening, his grip tightening.
• I knew he was close. After two years of being his toy, I had learned everything about him—when he was about to come, when to arch my back, when to hold still. I knew all his moods, his rhythms, his twisted desires.
• Just as we were about to cum, Arella's cell phone rang.
• The shrill tone sliced through the air, freezing us both. He stopped, keeping himself buried inside me, his hand still working between my legs as he waited for the ringing to stop. But the phone came to life again.
• He pulled out, shoving me down onto the bed without a second thought, sauntering over to where he had thrown his trousers.
• "It better be worth it and important, or all the instruments in my torture room will be used on you," He threatened whoever was on the other side of the phone.
• He looked angry, he never got his release.
• He suddenly froze and his facial muscles tightened, I heard what the person said but I couldn't quite fathom it but I knew it was bad new because Arella was not taking it lightly.
• The call was disconnected and I thought that Arella was going to continue fucking me, but he pulled out and got off my body.
• For the first time since our wedding day, he would force me to keep making love with him until I was exhausted and would have trouble getting out of bed the next day. But this time, we made love early.
• He untied my hands after pulling up his trousers. He was leaving, then I heard one of the most heartbreaking news ever.
• "Grandfather just passed away.From tomorrow on, you cease to live here. Sign the divorce paper. Get out of my house!"
• I froze in shock, tears flowing down my cheeks, not because I did not want to leave his house but because I just lost someone that I deeply cared about.