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Chapter 5 Fucked Up

“Riri, I want to see you! I've never seen you in a wedding dress. I’ll meet you at the apartment!” The text message felt like a knife, cutting deep into Rita’s heart. Her breath caught in her throat, and tears welled up in her eyes. She was trapped in this marriage, and for Hannah’s sake, she had to stay and play the role of Michael’s wife.
Rita’s eyes kept falling on the text message, her fingers frozen on the screen. She lacked the courage to reply, and the conflicting emotions in her heart made her feel as though she were being torn apart.
Shortly, the limo pulled up in the insanely spacious compound, and once the chauffeur opened the door, Rita alighted impatiently from it.
“Being in the same place with a gold digger's suffocating as hell," Micheal muttered insensitively then alighted from it.
On their paths were countless white daisy petals scattered, surely, it was his mother's doing, she was always extra.
“Then why don't you let this gold digger go?” Rita asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Or do you think this gold digger is happy being with you?” She scoffed.
“This shit is unnecessary.” his countenance remained blank, not minding her words at all.
Then he snapped his fingers. Three maids instantly stepped forward, then bowed decorously. He completely ignoring Rita's displeasure.
“Get this shit out of here.” He pointed at Rita's bags.
“Yes, Master.” They all chorused at the same time and moved to carry the bags. It seem like just another routine task.
Rita watched all of this with anger, but she was powerless to resist. She could only follow Michael as they walked silently up the stairs to their new room.
Fortunately, Michael went directly to another room without giving Rita a second glance. The maids, guided Rita in the opposite direction and led her to the room where she belonged.
As she walked into the room, her amusement about the room nearly displayed on her face, and Rita helplessly curved her lips in awe.
The bed in the center of the room was enormous, nearly twice the size of any bed Rita had ever seen. Its white sheets were adorned with roses, and the luxury of the room seemed almost unreal.
Rita walked in, her eyes wandering around the room. She felt trapped in this exquisite cage, deprived of freedom and choice.
The maids silently placed her luggage aside without making a sound, then quietly withdrew, leaving Rita alone in the room.
“Mrs. Romeo's so… Gosh!” Rita had no words as she walked further in. There were roses on the bed and the room smelled of Micheal.
She rolled her eyes at the thought of that and she attempted to take off her dress.
The dress was suffocating and she needed it off her body.
She was about to pull it off when she felt a nauseous feeling.
Her wedding gown swung funnily as she rushed into the bathroom. There, she went for the sink and poured out everything in her stomach.
“I'm…dizzy,” Rita muttered weakly. She'd been feeling so tired and dizzy these past few days and always felt the need to throw up whatever she ate.
It wasn't a fever, so she concluded it must be the stress of the wedding.
After rinsing her mouth, she walked back to the bed weakly.
She threw herself on the bed and attempted to catch some sleep.
She had almost fallen asleep when she received a notification on her phone. Rita groaned, sitting up from the bed slowly. She reached out for the phone, and her eyes widened at the sight of the screen.
It was a picture of Steven cutting his wrists!
When Rita saw the image on her phone, her blood ran cold. Without hesitation, she leaped out of bed, her only thought in her heart—Steven couldn’t die!
Rita did not think twice and jumped off the bed, she ran to where her bags to get an outfit. At the moment, she had no time to think of the consequences of leaving, all she thought of was getting to Steven as quickly as possible.
Rita dashed out of the room and luckily for her, there was no one around. She managed to leave the compound without being seen by anyone. She found a taxi almost immediately and Rita was glad that everything was going on smoothly. She boarded the taxi, heading to the location where Steven wanted to meet.
Rita’s heart raced as the car sped along. She prayed fervently that Steven would be okay, but every time she called his phone, there was no answer. Her anxiety intensified, tears welling in her eyes, her heart aching with pain.
Finally, the car pulled up in front of Steven’s apartment building. Rita nearly stumbled up the stairs, her fingers trembling as she fumbled with the apartment door.
Just as the door opened, Steven's voice called out, "Riri!" He spoke her name eagerly. Rita, hardly waiting for him to react, rushed up to him, relieved to see he was okay. Without hesitation, she threw herself into his arms. "Thank God! You’re all right!"
“I missed you so much, I had to lie...” He placed a light kiss on her forehead as they disengaged slightly, and teary-eyed, she stared at him.
“Me too! I… I was so heartbroken after our last conversation, and Fa-father took my phone and didn’t give it back until today, that's why I hadn't contacted you!” Rita explained, tears filling her eyes.
“It's okay Riri. I understand. How was your… Wedding?” He asked, his teal green eyes gawking obsessively at her flawlessly beautiful face.
Her lips quivered at the question, and she avoided his gaze due to the guilt she felt.
“I…hate this Steven, b-but I… need to back. I dread to think what they'll do when they find out I'm gone.” She muttered.
She expected Steven to flare up and yell at her as he did before, but instead, he began to laugh maniacally.
“Steven…?” Rita gasped once she felt a cold metal encircling her wrists.
She took a step away from him immediately, and her eyes landed on her wrists. She was shocked to see handcuffs around her wrist.
“Steven–” She called, panic written all over her face.
“I knew you were a bitch Rita, but you see you're my fucking bitch!” Steven deadpanned.
He was no longer the calm and loving Steven she used to know, he had a cold look in his eyes, one that reflected that of a sadist.
Frightened, she tried to run away, but instead, her long hair was roughly dragged from behind.
“Where do you think you're going?”
Her body slammed against his and so aggressively, Steven grabbed her cheeks.
Fear was visible in her dark eyes as their eyes were locked.
“Steven, please. What are you doing?” Her lower lips trembled, fear sweeping through her body.
“You're mine, get that?” Steven growled dangerously and he slammed his lips on hers.
Rita tried to push him off, but his grip on her hair only tightened as he kissed her possessively.
She clasped her mouth shut, not giving in to the kiss, but he bit her lips so hard that Rita tasted blood. He forced his tongue into her mouth, kissing her roughly.