Falling For Him

SEPTEMBER'S POV

I blinked the freshly formed tears away. The heaviness in my chest rose with the constant harsh breathing. Images of what happened yesterday's night flashed in the back of my mind, over and over again. This all is so disgusting. Zachary is disgusting. He is breaking my spirit with his every vulgar action and words.

"Morning dear wifey." He moaned in his rough morning voice and pulled my body more closer to him.

I pursued my lips together and tried to wriggle from his hold but instead of letting me go, he tightened his grip on my waist.

I sighed and shut my eyes only to let hot tears stung down my cheeks.

Wife? Yeah, right. The wife of a filthy criminal.

"DON'T F*CKING START CRYING LIKE A FRAGILE DOLL." He hissed and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

His eyes stared deep at me with nothing but lust, making me realize of my current state. I was naked under the comforter where my body was flushed against him. A wave of disgust rushed through my vein as I stared back at him in panic.

His fingers creased the bare skin of my waist, slowly sliding up towards my belly. I stayed still, unable to react in any way. His eyes never once left my face, he was looking at me as if trying to figure out something.

"Kiss me." He blurted out in demanding tone.

I clenched my teeth and shook my head, sharply denying him. Kiss him? Never. Not even in my nightmare. Only my Hunter had right to ask me for kisses not any sick monster.

Instead of getting angry at my response all he did was to chuckle. My mind filled with curiosity but by putting it aside, I turned my face away from him.

"Go take a shower and get ready. You need to do something in the celebration of your first day as being my wife." He said and with that removed his hold from my body.

I bite my lips in worry. Now what? Will he again made me do something like yesterday's night? Gulping my saliva, I took that cheap red dress lying on the floor and covered my body with it and without sparing him a single glance, I rushed inside the bathroom.

Striping that dress, I turned the shower knob and leaned into the glass wall for support. Warm water touched my skin making my body instantly relaxed and calm but through my mind, hurricane was all ready to blow. Why all this is happening with me? I've never imagined myself in this position where I would feel this much hatred for someone. All my life I've believed that hate is inappropriate emotion but now, I feel immense amount of hatred for him to this extent that sometimes I doubt my action of saving him life.

The thing which I've learned from my mother was to always put someone's life in priority. No single life is waste. But now my brain is getting frustrated with the images of Zachary's sick act. I am feeling this strong hatred towards myself for saving him. Why? Why I am having thoughts like this? Is this only because I hate him?

No. I shouldn't feel this way. I had done what was right. Saving his life was right decision, after all who I am to decide that he deserve to be die? However the bad person is, death is never a punishment.

But then why I am having conflicted thoughts? Why I am regretting my decision of saving his life? Do I hate him this much that my mind is all ready to go against my morals?

I let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed the bathing gel over my body where he had touched. I washed all his ill memories away, as far as I can and pressed my eyes shut to remember all those good memories I had spent with my family and Hunter.

"Will you come out or are you waiting for me to join?"

I rolled my eyes at his pathetic voice and quickly turned the shower off.

After getting dressed in his T-shirt and sweatpants which was at lest better then being naked, I came out of the bathroom only to found him lying on the bed with his eyes fixed on me. I stood there in sudden awkward silence till he decided to get up and walk to me.

"You're going to make breakfast." He announced after grabbing my wrist and making our way downstairs.

"B-Breakfast? You mean c-cooking..?" I voiced out in disbelief.

He nodded and pushed me near the kitchen counter. I paled after watching that tainted smirk on his lips. How I am going to prepare the breakfast when I don't even know how to cook? In passing seconds, he walked out of his kitchen, leaving me alone.

Did he really thought that I will start with this cooking bullshit? Guess what, Mr. Criminal, this will never happen. I will never do something to make him feel like he has control on me.

With a deep breath, I walked out of the kitchen but what I saw next made my steps to stop in middle. My heart became all ready to jump out of my throat.

Zachary was seated on the dining table with his friends Blake, Riley and Grace but what bothered me was the fact that Chris was also there. The look on his face was confirming that he was forcefully seated there.

I know why he was there. Zachary was planning to kill him if I didn't make breakfast. I know, he will go to any extent to make me submit and do as he wish. Tears sprinted down my face and without having a second thought, I took a step back in the kitchen.

Why don't he just kill me and set me free of this constant fear of watching my remaining family at his gunpoint? I ran my gaze around but nothing caught my attention to give me idea of cooking. Maybe Chris was always right to tease me about my cooking skills. He always said that I should learn how to cook but I ignored him. Maybe if I had learned then today, I might not be this helpless.

I shook my head and process my mind to catch the images how our maids used to made breakfast for me.

Pancake. Yes, pancake. I can make it.

After a moment of torture, I ended up succeeded in making it. I released a breath of relief even though it was not looking like normal pancakes but I did it. A faint smile crept on my cheeks as I saw the fresh scars burned marks over my palms. This all suffering is worth for my Chris and Claire.

I put my palms under cold water to ease out the burning sensation. My vision blurred with freshly formed tears but by neglecting them, I grabbed the tray and went out.

"Look Mrs. Wilson, your best friend Chris is also here to taste the food made by you." Zachary spoke as soon as his eyes landed on me.

Chris face was pale and he was simultaneously observing me then the tray in my hand. He know very well that I know nothing about cooking. The worry in his eyes remind me again that how lucky I am to have him as my best friend who's always on my side, no matter what. If anything will happen to him, I will never forgive myself. He and Claire are the only family I have left and there's nothing I am not going to do to keep them safe.

Zachary took the tray from my hand and served himself those ugly looking pancakes.

My mind went towards Claire and a little comfort came over at the thought that she's not here.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" He yelled after spitting the food on the floor.

I clenched my fist in fear and stood there like a statue. I know I am worthless. I don't even know how to cook. Wounds on my palm evoked their burning sensation and at that moment I couldn't help but think about Hunter's word.

***

FLASHBACK

"Hunter trust me brother, you'll regret the decision of marrying her." Chris mocked and doubled in laughter.

I rolled my eyes and sat into Hunter's lap. He wrapped his arm around me and placed a light kiss on my shoulder. I sighed in content and stuck my tongue at Chris who was gawking us at as if we are some aliens.

"Why would he regret marrying me? I love him and he loves me back, isn't this enough?" I asked with a fake smile and this was the time for Chris to roll his eyes.

"Bro, she don't even know how to cook. I mean you have to agree that perfect wife should be the one who will make your taste bud dive in pleasure with the taste of food she prepares."

Chris countered with a smirk.

I pouted and turned my face towards my Hunter who was looking helplessly between me and Chris. He then broke his lips into charming smile and kiss my pout away.

"You don't need to worry about your cooking skills babe. You will be the perfect wife for me after all I am going to marry a girl not any chef."

He whispered and we laughed when Chris snorted in annoyance.

"I love you."

"I love you too baby."

"I am leaving, too much PDA to handle."

He muttered and rushed out of the room.

"If you want then I will learn how to cook."

I spoke while playing with the button's of his shirt.

Our gaze interlocked for a moment then he chuckled and creased my jaw, affectionately.

"Look at you, you're the daughter of a billionaire. A girl like you should be spoiled and love parties and all those wild things. You don't need to learn cooking after all you've got enough servants to do that but still for me you are ready to give it a try. Come on, what else I can wish for?"

He said with a small smile touching his cheeks making my heart fluttered.

FLASHBACK ENDS

***

I love you Hunter. I love you so f*cking much even though you are no more. You've given me the reason to believe in love and I was having my fairy tale with you until this Bastard came to snatch my every happiness from me. Hunter, you always said that I am perfect for you but maybe I was only for you not for anyone else. I thought I was perfect because you made me believe by your affection but Zachary is making me realize that how worthless I am. A waste of space and nothing else.

"You did this purposely right? Just to piss me off, you cooked this shit?"

He asked in a blank tone and threw all the food on the floor.

A sob escaped my lips as I watched that food on the floor which I've prepared for the first time. "N-No..I..I didn't." I shuttered and bite back my tongue to stop myself from crying in front of him.

He stood up and grabbed fistful of my hair making me wince in pain. I pressed my eyes shut and muttered sorry in weak voice but by ignoring me he forced me to look at him. His eyes were burning in raw anger which scared me to the edge. My eyes then sifted towards the other people present in the room.

Blake and Riley were sitting on their same position with their head bend low, Grace was looking at me with sympathetical eyes and Chris, well his face was twisted in hurt.

"You f*cking need to learn a lesson for the stunt you just pulled."

"P-Please. Don't...She don't know how to cook." Chris stammered and licked his lips in nervousness.

Zachary's eyes snapped on his direction then he let out a dark chuckle and pushed me to sat on the chair. He removed his grip from my hair and left the room but by the look on his face it was clear that he will punish me.

"Don't cry, please."

Grace whispered with her voice cracking as if she was going to crying too. I bite the corner of my lips and without thinking anything else, I ran to her and hugged her like my life was depended on her. She rubbed my back softly when I released my tears on her shoulder.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my wrist and next thing which I know I was again on the chair. I blinked in confusion and looked up to only found a pair of haunting eyes.

"How can I forgot that you were the one and only daughter of a f*cking billionaire? Off course you must be that rich spoiled brat who doesn't know anything expect living her life in comfort and luxury." He spat and placed a bowl full of green chillies in front of me.

Spoiled brat? Is that what I am? B-But Hunter always said that I am nothing like that. Was it only because he loved me?

"You made me taste that crap now baby, get ready to have the taste of your own medicine." He added.

My eyes went bigger at his remark and the smirk on his face served a perfect message that his cruel mind is all ready to leash out his beast on me. I shuddered, feeling nothing for a minute. Now what?

"Eat."

I stared at him then at the bowl in front of me full of green chillies. I laughed, yes I laughed not because I am mad or something but because this was totally unexpected. Instead of throwing remarks that he will kill Chris, he's forcing me to eat that? Is he really that dumb to think that he will make me suffer by burning my taste buds with the fierce taste of chillies? Witnessing your family to take last breath in front of your eyes is worst kind of torture, no pain can ever compare to that. And here he had murdered my family. What else is left for me to feel when I am already numb?

You want to satisfy yourself by watching my pain, right Zachary? Guess what? You've already pushed me to the edge, yesterday night by making me feel like a worthless whore. Now you couldn't make me feel more low unless you decide to kill my remaining family. At lest not by your stupid tortures and sufferings.

I screwed my face up and took a fistful of chillies and shove them into my mouth. Challenging the level of his gaze, I munched them. All of sudden my mouth blasted with unbearable amount of burning sensation and automatically tears stream down my face as my lips shivered, wanting to gulpe down a glass full of cold water. My throat burned at the same intensity but pushing my every sensation aside, I shoved more chillies till my mouth became full of them.

"H..H-Happy?"

I faked a smile in a mock gesture and pressed my eyes shut.

The salty taste of my tears touched my burning lips just to make the matter more worse by igniting a strong quench for water to relax my mouth. This wasn't much, I can bear more pain. At lest it was better then being numb.

"Damnit. Just stop her Zach."

Blake spoke in furry and for a second our eyes met. He was reflecting genuine care for me, something which I've seen only in Chris when it comes to me.

Nibbling on my bottom lip, I swallowed my craving for the water but soon my throat gave up and a series of dry cough begun. The burn proceed through my throat to my chest and ear, as if a hot lava was passing through them. My hair locks started sticking on my forehead due to enough amount of sweating.

"Don't be so hard on yourself because this was just the start of your married life with me. You've no idea that how much more you're going to suffer in future. So better stop this drama and go to your room." He said being as calm as he can.

I mentally laughed at his poor choice of words and went up only to walk towards my.. I mean Our room.

I've already suffered worst Zachary.