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Ken: hello

Me : ..

Ken: Ella?!

I broke down, I burst into tears

Me: Why are you doing this to me?! Crying

Ken: ..

Me: leave me alone, I didn't do anything to you

Ken: ..

Me: my father kicked me out, with nothing, he learned about the wedding, I don't know where to go and what to do. Shedding many more tears. I have nothing left, he took everything from me..

Ken: Cutting me off. I'll be there in ten minutes

He hung up so quickly

I stayed in the cold waiting for him, hoping that my father would come out of the house to take me back and ask me my version of the facts. My hopes are dashed when a black Mercedes 4x4 parked in front of me. Without a word and a look I got on the passenger side.

We arrived at his apartment. A large all-white apartment, in the living room there was a large bay window that gave a magnificent view of the beautiful city of Montreal.

Ken: what do you want to do?!

Me: sleeping..

He led me into the bedroom. This room is magnificent, little inside, a large mirror on the wall, a large all-white bed in the middle

Ken: do you need anything else?!

Me no . Setting my sights on the bed

He left without a word. My head is heavy, I wanted to call my father so much to explain things to him, that I am in no way at fault or anything in this story. I would do anything for my family, absolutely everyone! And if this is the price paid for the two people I love the most to be saved without fear yes I would sacrifice myself.

I had no trouble falling asleep in this soft bed. One thing about me, I really like to sleep, when I'm upset I sleep, when I'm sad I sleep, in short, I like to sleep. Given the situation, I have nothing else to do but sleep and my skull was throbbing.

I tried somehow to wake up, because I didn't want to, I didn't want to do it and face reality. I still can't understand what is happening to me, the turning point in my life in a short time. A month ago I was an ordinary young woman who didn't bother anyone, who loved her family, loved by her family in return, nothing cared about me except my father and my brother, now I'm finds herself married to a complete stranger, my boss in quotes.

I stretched out of bed, I changed the position lying against that sitting, looking all around me, this all white room completely unknown.

The door is open to my dear husband! Our eyes met for a few moments before I looked away.

He undressed without any embarrassment and went to the bathroom which is connected to the bedroom, I could see that his body was full of tattoos, it's crazy how you can subject his to skin ?! At that moment I realized that I was in his room.

He came back for a moment with a towel around his waist.

Ken: there is food on the table go eat

Me: I'm not hungry

Ken: go eat! he ordered

Me: I told you that I was not hungry

Ken: stop playing the kid, go eat!

Me : ..

I don't want to answer him anymore, we go around in circles

Ken: I don't have a lot of patience, you know! Returning to the bathroom

I don't want his food, he doesn't fuck it where I think! He has this habit of imposing orderly things, everything that comes out of his mouth, I am not his employee or at least I am no longer.

A few minutes after he left the bathroom he found me in the same place sitting on the bed, I did not move.

Ken: Get up!

Me no !

He took two steps towards me without me being able to see him, his hand landed violently on my cheek, he had just slapped me. I was shocked, very shocked, because in all my life no man has by my father raised his hand on me. Before I could put things back in my head, he dragged me by the arm into the living room.

Ken: I don't like childish childish behavior! I take the head to order you to eat and you are the capricious spoiled rotten?! Spanking myself roughly into the dining room chair. You will eat !

Me: Ken I..

I put my hand on my warm cheek.

Ken: I'll be back in ten minutes I hope for you that your plate will have moved

I still couldn't understand, why did he slap me?! Why abused me because I don't want to eat, is it normal?! But what have I done to this man?!

I heard footsteps coming from the hallway, I ran to eat, even though each butcher was heavy in my palate.

He arrived in the living room, I didn't want to look at him, my eyes were focused on my plate. I heard sounds of keys and a few seconds after the front door slamming followed by the sound of keys in the lock, he locked me in.. he locked me in. I'm starting to bitterly regret my call earlier, I don't know what I was thinking, it was the first number I saw in my phone, having no friends I didn't know about Who will turn me around now I realize that I called the devil to come and help me.

I waited a few minutes before leaving the table, clearing the food, I don't want him to come and abuse me again.

I don't like violence, I'm completely against it, my parents, or at least my father, only spanked me when I was younger, he already slapped me two or three times during my rebellious period, and I didn't never agreed, i don't fight, and i will never beat my children, if i ever have any.. because the way my life is taking a turn i will never become a mother and i will not taste the joy of motherhood.

I went to the bedroom, I didn't know what else to do. A few minutes later my phone started ringing, with a bit of hope I would have liked him to be my father but he was my brother. We haven't spoken to each other since and I still blame him a lot for his unconscious acts!

What me !?

Daniel: Can we talk?!

Me: Daniel, I have nothing to tell you!

Daniel: I heard your argument with dad this morning and I wanted to ..

Me: Cutting it. He kicked me out! He took my car! I have nothing and I am on the street with your fucking stupidity! But it wasn't like I didn't warn you every day!

Daniel: Ella, listen

Me no ! I don't want to listen to you! I hung up on him

I lay down trying to go to sleep but hardly lost, I was thinking about so much, so much. After a few hours I heard a noise coming from the living room.

After a few minutes he came to settle on the bed, I pretended to be asleep so as not to have to confront him.

The next morning

I woke up first thing in the morning, I think I barely slept three hours, sleep didn't want me, Ken on the other hand was welcomed with his arms wide open in the arms of Morpheus.

I need my stuff and need to get out here, find a place to sleep while everything calms down with my dad.

I settled in the living room to read a novel that I found on the table which looks very interesting to me, Gastby the magnificent, what surprises me the most is that he can read this genre book given his salacious behavior.

He arrived in the living room wearing only his pajama bottoms.

Ken: Hello

Me: Hello..

Ken: you made breakfast.. looking around at the long table where I put breakfast.

I do ..

Ken: What happened with your dad? drinking his coffee

Me: I told you yesterday on the phone

Ken: briefly

Me: I don't know how he knew about us, we had a fight, finally, he got me.. he kicked me out..

Ken: because you got married?!

I do

Ken: I'll fix it

Me no ! Turning to him. I don't want you to settle anything, you've done enough already, leave my life alone! I don't want anything to do with you, my life is not about you!

Ken: you are my wife

I'm not !

Ken: You should get used to it! Elevating . Ella, walking towards me. From now on you are my wife, you can move heaven and earth, mother nature is little against it, you will be and you will remain my wife! I married you, I paid the fucking debt of your oblivious little brother who befriends low-level gangsters.

Me: you want your hundred grand?! Because I can find them for you, so that you leave me alone!! Getting up in my turn

Ken: Do you think I need his poor hundred grand?! He pushed me onto the couch. I have a lot more than his Ella, a lot more

Me : ..

Ken: Now Ella. Sitting on the base table in front of me. You will behave like a married woman, fulfill all your tasks, in the kitchen as in the bedroom, no friends! No work ! No going out without a driver, no decision-making without my consent

I turned my head

Ken: You listen to me when I talk to you. Catching my cheeks. Your rebellious side will quickly cease, it does not work with me you will end up really annoying me Ella

Me: I want you to stop calling me that. Say I have a lump in my throat

Ken: I call my wife whatever I want is that clear?!

Me : ..

Ken: I'm waiting for an answer. Pressing my cheeks tighter

Me: yes Ken!

I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks despite myself.

Ken: Perfect. Tomorrow we're going to your father's. Elevating

I waited for him to leave the room to burst into tears. What's happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? Am I paying for all the pain I've had before?!

I haven't seen him again all morning.

Having nothing to wear and do, I stayed in the living room. But I can't stay in his nightgown all day, I went to the bedroom, he was sitting on the couch watching TV. When he noticed my presence in front of the door he turned off the TV

Me: I need to go home to get my things back, I can't stay like this all day

Ken: Do you want to go shopping?!

Me no ..

Ken: ok

He got up going to the bedside table, he opened and took out a small black box. I stood frozen in front of the door realizing what was happening.

Ken: This is for you. He said as he faced me. Come

I had to move on but my limbs were frozen

Me: what is it?!

Ken: He opened the box. It's for you . Letting out an oval-shaped cullinan That shimmered for miles. Since you are my wife you have to wear her

Me: do I have to?

Ken: I command you! Come on!

I approached despite myself.

He grabbed my hand and put the ring on me

Ken: how do you find her!?

Me: she is beautiful. Trying to hide my tears

I am sad, very sad, this is not how I imagined this moment and it breaks my heart, my father is not there, my mother even less, with a man I do not love , that I would never love in my whole life!

He wiped my tears with his right hand, he put his hand on my neck, putting a kiss on the corner of my lips

Me: Ken.. it's way too early..

Ken: you are my wife

Me: yes but...

Ken: No buts okay?! grabbing my neck

I acquired head

I went to the living room. This apartment is huge but I have the impression of suffocating and not having enough space, living room and bedroom seeming to me so small, stuffy, unbreathable.

I heard the doorbell ring, I didn't want to open it but my dear husband did it for me.

He returned with a woman, dressed in pleated trousers and a black blazer.

- Hello Mrs HUNNAM. She came towards me with her hand outstretched filled with dynamism

Me: getting up. Hello . Holding out my hand to her

- How are you doing ?!

In view of this question, I looked at Ken

Me: yes cava and you. I tried to put on a fake smile

- I'm fine thank you, let me introduce myself, my name is Franseca HARRIS personal shopper

Me: delighted. I say slowly

Ken: I'll leave you

He went into the room to get his keys then he left

Franseca: Can I?! Pointing me to the sofa with his right hand

Me: sure, do you want something to drink?!

Franseca: yes of course, a glass of water please

I went into the kitchen. On my return with a glass of water on a tray,

Franseca: I have a dressing prepared for you which will come up any minute

Me: ok

Francesca: Thank you very much. Drinking his glass of water

The doorbell rang

Franseca: ah.. it's the dressing room. Getting up with a good

She headed for the door, a few seconds later she came back with two men who were pulling the carrying, in total, five carrying it is found in the living room.

She thanked the gentlemen then they left

Franseca: we have all the outfits, each wearing a theme, the first includes all the evening dresses for your gala evenings, weddings or others, the second is a mix of outings, casual etc.. then the third is sportswear, relaxation, fourth, pajamas and then the last is suits, skirts, pants, coats etc..

While she was talking I was not listening to her every word that came out of her mouth did not reach my ears, it was as if she automatically rejected them. A question torments me, how does she know my measurements?!

Me: Excuse me how do you know my measurements?!

Franseca: your husband giving me some insight

Me: ok

I don't know what to do with him.