Chapter 2

　　Louisa's POV 　　At almost the same time, Lucas ran out of the building. As soon as he saw Jessica struggling and crying for help desperately in the water, he didn't hesitate to jump into the pool to rescue her. 　　"Luke, please don't blame Louisa! I tripped over something by myself and fell into the pool! It's all my fault! I know Louisa is mad at me because of what I'm wearing today. So I came here to apologize and try to make up with her. But she didn't want to listen to me and pushed me away. I shouldn't have approached her in the first place. It's all my fault..." 　　"What did you do?" Lucas stood in front of me like a giant tower. 　　Even though he was soaked wet, I could still smell the mixture of smoke and alcohol on him. 　　Droplets of water dripped down his chiseled face. He was steaming with anger. 　　"Do you know that Jessica can't swim? Are you trying to kill her?" Lucas asked in a cold voice. 　　His words were like knives, stabbing into my heart. 　　"I didn't push her," I said in a low but firm voice. "She threw herself into the pool and..." 　　"Shut up." Lucas said in an assertive voice. 　　I couldn't believe it. 　　I felt insulted. My blood was boiling. 　　My future husband Lucas Farrow shushed me in front of that bitch Jessica! 　　Jessica looked smug, grinning at me with triumph. 　　"I told you so," she mouthed silently behind Lucas' back. 　　Feeling humiliated, I covered my face and tried to walk away. 　　But Lucas grabbed my arm and stopped me. 　　"Say sorry to Jessica right now," he said in a pressing voice. 　　"No, I won't apologize for things that I haven't done," I looked at him in his eyes and said. 　　He approached. 　　I could tell that he was fucking drunk. 　　He grabbed my waist and lifted me up in the air to look into my eyes. 　　"Are you defying me?" He asked in a low voice. 　　I saw the burning flames in his eyes. 　　For a brief moment, I thought he was about to strangle me to death. 　　"Put me down! Let go of me!" 　　I struggled violently in the air, but it only made things worse. 　　"You want my attention? Alright. I'll give you what you want," he said. 　　Then, he grabbed me in his arms, carried me across the yard, and kicked every door that was blocking his way until finally took me into his giant bedroom. 　　Then, before I realized what happened, he tossed me on the bed like a ragged doll. 　　"What are you doing?!" I tried to get out of bed. 　　But every time I got up, he pushed me back again violently. 　　"Tonight's our wedding night. We're in my bedroom. What do you think I'm doing?" He loosened his tie and looked down into my eyes. 　　I was petrified and tried to withdraw, but he grabbed my ankles and dragged me back. 　　I kicked my legs and said, "Let go of me! Don't come any closer! Or else I'll..." 　　"Or what? Call for the police? Sue me for wanting to fuck my wife on my wedding night?" He roared and ripped my wedding dress off. 　　All of a sudden, I was wearing nothing but my undergarments in front of a very intoxicated and angry beast. 　　I couldn't run. 　　I had nowhere to hide. 　　"You're a tough girl, aren't you?" Lucas said as he pressed his muscular body against my body. 　　His mass weight almost crushed my bones. 　　I couldn't struggle. 　　I couldn't even breathe. 　　"This is what you've got when you want to defy me, tough girl." He roared as he thrust into my body. 　　The pain made me scream at the top of my lungs. 　　The sound made me feel humiliated. 　　For a brief moment, I felt that I was torn into two halves and would never be sewn back into one piece again. 　　My scream satisfied his sadistic nature. 　　The tears coming from the corner of my eyes set him on fire. 　　He started to torture me even more violently. 　　The tips of my fingers touched something sticky, and when I looked down, I saw blood all over the bedsheet. 　　A thought flashed past my mind - 　　This isn't a wedding bed. This is a murder scene. 　　I didn't want to die. 　　But the more I protested, the more excited he got. 　　So I had to comply, letting him toss me around like a sex doll. 　　I bit my lips so hard that they started to bleed. 　　I closed my eyes and wished that he could stop until despair and darkness consumed me. 　　Oddly, I started to feel something. 　　His touch became gentle and his lips became tender. 　　His moves weren't violent anymore. 　　I almost felt that he was really making love to me instead of punishing me while exploiting my body for sexual pleasure. 　　As our bodies synchronized together, I even started to feel guilty pleasure. 　　Everything seemed to be fine until the last moment. 　　I heard his deep, blurry voice amidst our heavy panting - 　　"Laura. Stay with me, Laura... Don't go away..." 　　Then, he ejaculated in me and moved off my body, rolling to the other end of the bed and falling into sleep. 　　Laura? 　　Who's Laura? 　　Is he thinking of another woman while he was making love with me?! 　　Am I a fucking substitute?! 　　I got out of bed quietly and walked into the shower, trying to wash off everything on me. 　　After the shower, I looked in the mirror to check the bruises on my face. 　　One of them was left by my foster father. The other one was left by my husband. 　　Is this what my life is going to be like for the rest of my life? 　　Horror gripped me. 　　I glided down against the wall and eventually collapsed on the floor, crying my eyes out in silence. 　　No, Lucas Farrow isn't my Mr. Right. 　　Everything about him is wrong.