Sold To The Billionaire novel Chapter 7

Allena--

Last night i sleep late, because of my pending work, and wokeup on time because I've to made breakfast for my monster husband and his girlfriend. What an agony?? Ehhhhhhhhhh.... I hate him.

I take quick shower and wore my cotton shorts with loose shirt. Tied my hair in messy bun, and run towards the kitchen because I'm getting late if I spent more minutes on me. So quickly I make fried egg and toast, coffee and juice. I put some masala on it for make it more yummy.

I put all the dishes on the dining table, and soon they both appear and start eating their breakfast and suddenly selena starts coughing badly and aaron pats her back slowing and I give a glass of water to her.

When she stable, and took a deep breath, I feel a sudden string of buring sensation and pain on my cheeks.

Yes you guess right! He slapped me!

Aaron fucking slapped me...

"You bitch! How dare you to put this spicy masala on her food, you Slut, you want to hurt her! Right?" He shouts, and tears rolled down from my eyes.

"N...no Aa..aaron I didn't put that masala on purpose, I just put that for make egg more yummy.. really please.... please believe me!" I said while crying and tried to prove myself innocent. But again whom I'm kidding with?

"Believe you? Believe a girl who sold herself for money, and get married to unknown person just for fucking money, you know what? You're a black spot on the name of women!" He shouts again with top of his lungs.

"No...no. aar..." As I started to say selena interrupted.

"Let her go Aaron, I'm getting late already, let's go we grab our breakfast on our way!" She said to Aaron, then turned towards me.

"And you, let me come back then I'll show you!" She stated and shooting draggers towards me and drag Aaron with her.

While I sat on the floor with thud, crying. She doesn't matters to me, but Aaron, he.... he's my husband, can't he once listened to me only once. He knows that, that I sell myself but did he know that it was not with my will. It was the deal between his father and my step- father. What is my fault in this. Dadda saves his niece's life, his father got a daughter in law for his house and wife for his son, he lives with his girlfriend after our marriage also. But..

But what I got in return neither money, nor love or even a normal human relationship with my own husband.

I was crying good, for some hours, don't know how long I sat there crying on my fate. After sometime I getup from the floor and dump all the leftover in a packet and then go to my room wash my face, pickup my penciles and sketche book, put them in my bag, took the leftover packet and moved out from 'HIS HOUSE', then I walked towards the park near his house where a old man begging for food, daily. So I give the packet to him and go inside the park and sit under the tree to draw some Sketchs.

Art is something, which makes me feel better and sober, I forget about my pains, sorrow and every bad thing that happens in my life. Its a great time killer and also a great tharepy to calm myself down. But because of this I didn't know the time until its getting darker. When I saw the time, it's already 7p.m and...