Chapter 3 She Had No Right To Choose

• When Josephine saw Maverick standing by the bed, she pulled up the blanket and wrapped herself tightly within it by reflex.
• “Ms. Quillen, you have already signed your name on the marriage certificate. For which man are you trying to save yourself for?” Maverick remarked sarcastically.
• I do want to save myself for someone else, but it's not up to me. She was afraid of the man before her.
• “Who is it? Hmm?” Maverick sneered as he leaned in by supporting himself on the bed. “From today onward, you have become my wife. What's wrong? I could f*ck you all day!” Maverick stared at his new bride, who was curled up in the corner.
• “I refuse!” she blurted out after suppressing her emotions for a long time. Even though she knew the futility of her actions, this was the first time she rejected him, showing her disobedience.
• “You're nothing but a girl I paid for. Do you really think that you have the right to choose?” Maverick gave her an icy stare.
• I can't believe how naive she is. Wait, is she trembling? She's actually afraid? The more she behaves this way, the more I'm not going to let her go.
• The very next second, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into his arms. Josephine felt his arms pressing hers and pushing her chest to his, Later he pressed his dick against her ass and it hardened. She squeezed her eyes tight but flinch when his cold tongue trailed a part down her cheek.
• “Let go of me!” Josephine struggled vehemently. Despite knowing that it was hopeless, she refused to submit to him.
• Maverick cocked a brow in response. “Let go? Today is our wedding day. Do you think that I'm impotent, or is there some other reason?”
• “Y-You... Mr. Lambert, can you let me off?” All of a sudden, a sense of embarrassment swelled within Josephine.
• “Jasmine, are you kidding me? Isn't it hypocritical of you to put on that innocent act?” Maverick assumed that she would be someone who was willing to do anything for money. Therefore, she would not refuse him for the sake of it.
• However, the woman before him never ceased to surprise him.
• Maverick gripped her waist and flexed his muscles, causing her eyes to involuntary travel down the curves of his breasts. He pressed his dick on her thighs and rub it around her. He closed the gap between her bodies and his dick pressed hard into her pussy. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she detach her teeth, sucking on his tongue.
• “It hurts...” Now that she was cornered, her clitoris twitched and her stomach tied itself into knots.
• Maverick did his best to torment her. He grab her by the waist and pulled her harshly to his body so her breasts can bump into his chest. Her pussy betrayed her by twitching and letting out some juice.
• He pushed her away from him and she harshly fall on the bed. It stirred up something sexy in her. Josephine muster the strength and tried to rise but Maverick pushed her onto the bed and pinned her hands above her head with his lips a whisper away from hers.
• He bit his lips, “We're going to get dirty tonight.” Her heart skipped a beat.
• Shouldn't she have expected this before marrying me? There's no escape for her.
• Standing by her side, Maverick stared at the red stain on the bed that every man coveted. “How much did you spend on mending your hymen?”
• Josephine was too exhausted to move a muscle.
• Regardless of what I say, he'll never believe me, but isn't it my goal to convince him that I'm Jasmine? There's no way I can deny it, let alone admit to my true identity.
• As a result, she chose to stay silent, for that was the best choice under the circumstances.
• “Get out! Get out of here!” Maverick walked into the bathroom the moment he finished. He had prepared two rooms on purpose, for his new bride had no right to stay with him. All he wanted to do was to humiliate her.
• After wrapping herself in a thin blanket, Josephine dragged her tired figure back to her original room.
• That night, she didn't sleep a wink. All she did was squat on the ground and stare out the window listlessly. Am I to face this every day for the rest of my life?
• After sleeping with a man whom she didn't love, she lost what was most precious to a woman. From then on, she had nothing more to lose.
• All of a sudden, the door burst open, and in walked Maverick. He threw her a bottle of pills he was holding. “Take it.”
• He wasn't going to allow anyone to bear his child without his permission, especially a girl from the Quillen family.
• Even though it was Josephine's first time, she clearly knew what the pills were for.
• He's right. I do need this. I still have to go to school and continue with my life.
• Standing behind her, Maverick stared at the marks he left on her from the night before.
• “You can forget about bearing my child without my permission. For the sake of the Quillen family, you had better listen to whatever I say!” He opened the bottle and stuffed a white tablet from it into her mouth. As Josephine wasn't given any water, she had to swallow it dry.
• Almost choking on it, she coughed vigorously before it finally slid down her throat.
• “Pack your things and follow me.” Maverick sat down on the couch and began puffing elegantly on a cigarette.
• After struggling to stand up, Josephine said, “Um, I have nothing to wear.”
• Unlike Jasmine, who owned countless designer pieces, Josephine only had a few simple outfits at school. At that moment, she really didn't have anything else to change into. There's no way I'm going out like this, am I?
• “Mrs. Lambert, after becoming my wife, you're actually worried about clothes?”
• Just as expected of Jasmine. It's only the second day we're married, and she's already showing her true colors by making requests.
• After he made a call, a huge pile of designer outfits was brought to her room within ten minutes.
• Staring at the expensive outfits in front of her, she was impressed by the softness of their fabric. Nonetheless, she wasn't a greedy person.
• After choosing a conservative white dress in the end, she walked into the bathroom with it. As for Maverick, who was sitting on the couch, his inability to read her mind caused him to furrow his brows.