Fleeing the Nightmarish Father novel Chapter 15

Starting my new life with the least wanted man I had no attachments towards, I started the first day of my marriage when sunlight fell on my face.

Groaning, I stretched my hands. No doubt his mattress was so comfy that I wanted to sleep all day long there but for the sake of the first day, I sat up.

“Morning.”

I yawned when I saw him setting the collar of his white shirt and wearing his gray waistcoat, getting ready to look aesthetic as always.

“Finally you are awake.”

His nonchalant tone came, applying his cologne before turning to me with a frown and arms folded at his chest, making his strong muscles visible through the white shirt.

He was no doubt handsome.

“When did you wake up?” I asked, checking the time. It was eleven in the morning and I couldn’t help it, it was his bed’s fault.

“I woke up early. I am a punctual man. I am used to my timings and schedule.” His stern response came.

“Boring.” I muttered.

Getting out of the bed, running my fingers through my hair. Trying to ignore his keen eyes following my movements.

“Freshen up and have your breakfast.” He sighed, moving back to leave the room.

“Mine? Aren’t we going to eat together? Can’t you wait for a few hours?”

Stopping my tracks, I turned to him with disappointment coming to my face. Despite the reasons and everything else, I had my imaginations for my marriage.

But none of them were how I fantasized…

“No. I cannot wait. I told you, I follow my routines.” He sighed again, pissing me off.

I scoffed, taking out my best dress to at least look good, “Don’t tell me you are going to work now?”

“No. I have to show I am happily married. If I go back they will know something is wrong and I don’t want that.” He replied calmly.

Pausing my work, I turned with furrowed eyebrows, always failing to comprehend what he intended to prove by his charade.

“To whom do you prove this fake show of happiness?”

“It’s none of your concern.”

With a scoff, he left the room. Not thinking deeply about him, I decided to ignore him so it wouldn't ruin my mood too and went straight to our room after having breakfast.

Since I had nothing to do, I decided to call Sarah, only to hear her yelling and worry. Of course, none of us thought that I would have this kind of marriage.

“What the hell have you done, Saafia?! How could you marry this rich bastard and for what? To prove a point?”

“Yes, Sarah. My heart was never strong enough to hate on anybody, I am never heartless, that was not me and I would never become that.” I sighed, taking a seat, noticing the bed was made perfect and things were organized exactly how they were.

“And what if he made you that way?”

“And what if he changed?” I smirked, intrigued to know where this marriage would lead and began to brush my hair.

I was curious too.

“Don’t be ridiculous. He is a man of stone, he can never change. This whole marriage would be a sham only. It will destroy you two.” She enunciated.

Humming, I didn’t pay heed to her warning and continued to inspect his large room, befitting for a king, embellished beautifully.

“We will see who will be hurt.”

I declared and the second I spoke it, he entered.

We had a keen eye contact for the next few seconds, his eyes gradually narrowed, tilting his head to the side as he closed the door slowly.

“I will talk to you later, Sarah. Take care. Bye.”

Doing the same gesture, I cut the call and threw my phone on the bed, folding my arms at my chest sternly.

“Exactly.”

He smirked darkly in return, bringing his hand closer to touch me but I moved back.

Rolling my eyes, I stormed out of the room, knowing it was futile to argue with him.

“Fine then. Do whatever you want.”

As I walked out, his demand of me not working made me worried to think if he would control my life. We were no doubt strangers but-

“Oh Lord, did I make the right choice by marrying him?” I asked myself but since he was following my trails, his amused voice came.

“Why don’t we find out?”

“Are you following me?” I gasped, putting my hand over my heart to find him behind me.

“Yes.” He nodded.

“Why?”

“Because this is the first day of our marriage and I know absolutely nothing about you.” He replied nonchalantly, refusing to leave my trails.

Turning to him, I spoke innocently, “I like the color pink.”

“What?”

“You said you know nothing. There you go, you know something now.” I smiled faintly, not sure what he meant by knowing about me.

He had made enough assumptions about me.

“Why don’t I show you around my- I am sorry, ‘our’ home?” He offered politely. Since I had nothing to do, I agreed.

“Sure.”