Taming My Arrogant Husband novel Chapter 3

Daniel's POV:

"Daniel! What did you do to Sophia? What did you tell her?"

I just closed my eyes when I heard the voice of my Mom on the phone. She served as my alarm clock this morning.

"I didn't do anything mom---"

"Then why did she back out on the deal? She called me this morning and said she wouldn't accept the deal anymore!"

"Mom, it's her problem and not mine. If she decided to back out, then fine---"

"Daniel Kelley!"

-'Oh God, mentioning my full name again.'-

"I didn't raise you to become rude and disrespectful towards women!"

"Mom, I told you I didn't do anything to her!"

"Make it sure, son. I asked her but she refused to tell me what happened between the two of you yesterday. Son please, Sophia is a fine young woman and she's your only hope to get the investment that you and your dad wanted to get."

"But I can find my own woman. I can find a fiancée, Mom!" I said scratching my eyebrow as I got up in bed.

"Fine! I'll let you get a fiancée, but make sure she's not one of your women in the past!"

I just rolled my eyes.

"What's up with that girl and you wanted me to marry her? She's nothing special, Mom! I mean yes, she's beautiful but other than that, I can't find anything special about her. She's just an ordinary woman."

"Give her a chance, son, and you will know she's different from the women you have met and yet will meet. She's special Daniel."

I chuckled with her explanation. "Mommy, since when did you become a poet?"

"Daniel Kelley! I'm serious!"

"Okay, okay!" I said trying to suppress my laughter. "But Mom please, just give me time to find a fiancée on this contract."

"But what if you failed and didn't find any woman?"

"Then I'll take your girl."

"Okay, I'll give you one week, so start it now!"

"But Mom, that's too short----"

"No! We only have two and a half weeks left before the scheduled engagement party. So, if after a week and you haven't found a girl yet, then you have no choice but to marry Sophia."

"Fine."

"Okay, bye son. Take care, I love you."

"Thanks, Mom, I love you too."

"Whoa!" I sighed loudly as I fell back myself onto the bed. I closed my eyes but the image of that woman blocked my head.

I remember our first meeting yesterday. She said she's wearing a purple jacket, but she's the only one inside the coffee shop wearing purple. I admit she's beautiful, and when she drew her face closer to me, her scent filled my nostrils. And her lips were the first thing I noticed. They looked so soft and pinkish, and I had to look directly into her eyes to block my wild imaginations.

"Oh, God! Why am I thinking that woman? She's like the other woman around! She's just after my account!"

I massaged my temples and stood up. Today is Saturday, but I have to go to the office for an important meeting.

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Sophia's POV:

"No! Per favore Joseph, non farlo!" (Please Joseph, don't do this!) I cried and begged him to stop but he continued to tear my clothes off.

"Fermare? Perché dovrei?" (Stop? Why would I?)

And he laughed on top of me in his demonic laugh. He pinned both my hands over my head as his lips sucked the skin of my neck. I felt his manhood poking down my belly. And it made me felt so helpless, I couldn't even move under him.

"Puoi aspettare la prima notte di nozze?" ( Can you just wait for the wedding night?) I kept crying.

"Ma non posso più aspettare, amore mio. Ho bisogno di te adesso! Hai un profumo così buono!" (But I can't wait any longer, my love. I need you right now! You smell so good!)

And I screamed when his hand cupped my left breast as his lips continued to nibble on my neck. I tried to wrestle harder under his stinking body when he positioned himself between my legs.

"No! Per favore non farlo! Farò tutto quello che vuoi che faccia, per favore non farlo! Questa è molestia! Questa è stupro!" ((No! Please, don't do this! I'll do whatever you want me to do, just please don't do this! This is harassment! This is rape!)

"Oh, no amore mio. Nessuno può chiamarlo stupro, perché sei la mia fidanzata e presto diventerai moglie." (Oh, no my love. Nobody can call it rape, because you're my fiancee and you will soon become my wife.)

"No, No, No-----"

"Noooo!"

I screamed on top of my lungs as I jolted out in my sleep. I was catching my breath as I wiped the beads of sweat all over my neck and forehead. I dreamed of it again. No, it was a nightmare. A nightmare from my past, and it started again when I saw Joseph in the parking lot of the mall, one week ago.

"Sophia! Sophia, are you okay?"

I heard Craig's voice outside my door before he came into my view. He's carrying my pussy... I mean my white blue-eyed Persian cat and her name is pussy.

"Hey, I heard your scream. Are you okay?" he took a seat on the edge of my bed.

"Yeah, it was just a nightmare." I tried to smile but I lowered my head and closed my eyes tightly to control the tears from falling.

"Are you having nightmares again?"

I nodded. He knows everything. I've already told him time when I couldn't hold back the tears anymore and he was there to comfort me. He's my assistant dance instructor and was with me during those times when I was just starting this career. And we started to build the Sophia's Dream-dance studio two years ago. He has become my friend and brother since then and until now.

"Why don't you take Mrs Kelley's deal? It's a huge advantage, Sophia. She's already allowed you to use their name to find Layla and to put Joseph in jail."

"Craig, it's not easy to accept her deal! I mean, the responsibilities and obligations within that marriage. I'm going to his son's trophy wife and then what--- Joseph will easily find me. Kelleys' are not just simple people. They are a famous and well-known family in Los Angeles."

"Yes, and that means they are also influential and powerful people. Do you think that bastard Joseph will get close to you that easily if he finds out that you're married to a certain Kelley? One of the top bachelors in Los Angeles? Come on, think of it, Sophia!"

I sighed loudly as I dropped my head on my both hands.

"I don't know, Craig. My nightmares are hunting me again. And it seems like everything just happened yesterday and not six years ago."

"Sophia, excuses will always be there for you but opportunity won't. It will only knock once in your door, so while it still knocking, open your door and grab it! Who knows, this would lead you to get the justice you've longed to get."

"But Craig, her son doesn't want me to be his wife. And I told you he has already insulted and judged me!"

"Oh, come on! You have already faced a lot of judgements in your life. You have already received insults from your father---"

"Ouch! Way to add salt to my injury?"

"I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. I just want you to open your eyes, Sophia. As I was saying, you've been through a lot in your life before and if her son throws you insults again or judges you for accepting the deal, then so be it! Let him judge you, besides what all he knew was just your name and not your real story!"

I bit my lips as I scratched the back of my ears because of confusion. It's one of my mannerisms if I really don't know what to do next.

"Why, will you die if he insults you again, or if he tells you that you just accepted his mother's offer because of money?"

I shook my head.

"Won't you survive for a day hearing his judgement? It's just one or more words coming from one person, Sophia. What important is your goal, your plan, yourself! His insults won't help you find Layla, and his words won't even help you seek justice for what Joseph did to you! Call it a desperate way, so what? As long as it's not true and you know it for yourself!"

He paused and took both of my hands.

"Mrs Kelley also knows the truth. We're all just here behind you. Get up and fight! What's his name, again?"

"Whose name?"

"Your soon to be husband."