His Disgusting Wife

Eva POV:

I sat on the bed waiting for my husband as it's my first night. Maids decorated the bed beautifully with the garlands of jasmine and petals of a rose. In the centre of the bed, they arranged red rose petals and jasmines in the form of love shape. I got married to Mr Jason just a few hours ago. I scanned the room. It is lavish with imported rosewood furniture and rarest paintings to the wall. I didn't find a single photo of him or his family. Doesn't he like relationships and bonding? Or does Jason shift to this house after the marriage? I should wait for the answers.

I wiped the sweat on my forehead. I felt the sensation of nausea and my both hands shivered lightly. Maybe this is common for every newlywed girl on her first night. A smile blended with shyness spread over my lips. Only then I realised how situations made me forgot to smile long back. However, I have no complaints.

My aunt and uncle treated me as a maid. However, I always worked thinking that they are my parents. They are the one who raised me after my parents' death. I am grateful to them for teaching me household works. I am a modern girl who knew how to manage her home without depending on any maid. This is one side of me.

I said I am a modern girl because I am well educated and expert in using today's technology. I work as a child psychologist to juvenile prisoners. Juvenile prisoners are those who lost their sensibility because of many reasons and became a threat to society at a very tender age. I am striving to bring back the lost sensibility in them through my counselling.

I found happiness even in small things. I loved to dance in the rain. The smell of soil wet with raindrops fascinated me. I felt blissful when a cool breeze passes through me. I enjoyed looking at stars and moon in the dark sky. I forgot myself while watching colourful butterflies. Behind becoming a beautiful colourful butterfly, the struggle of cocoon inspires me. It's not easy for a cocoon to come out of its shell and become a butterfly. If we observe the nature, it stored many things that inspire us.

I can do many things though not everything. I am a child psychologist by profession. I withstood a mini-World War to become the psychologist in spite of my uncle's hatred for me. I am an expert at operating any smartphone and a system either PC or laptop. I inspired people with poems and stories. I counselled people on life problems. I designed a blog where I teach teenage girls and boys about the importance of life and career. I volunteered for an NGO which works for rape victims. This is another side of me.

I didn't know about my husband much. I just heard that he is a billionaire and head of Jason Heymonds Group of Industries. I saw him only twice -once on engagement day and then in marriage. I worried the least about his status or looks. What all matters to me are his attitude and character.

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Jason POV:

I ordered the third bottle of wine in the bar. I finished off two by now. I drunk the third bottle in one go. I removed the tie hanging in my neck and the blazer. I started from there and went to the parking lot. I pressed the button of the remote to open the door of the car. I sat in the car and drove it towards my house.

I am Jason, the head of Jason Heymonds Group of Industries. I love girls, frankly their physique. Until now, I enjoyed the beauty of many girls. Girls fall for me just for one look. However, I never allowed any girl to enter my life permanently. The destiny planned the other way for me and today, and I got married to the daughter of my one and only enemy.

I had no plans for marriage. However, unfortunately, I got married. That too to a girl about whom I know nothing. She didn't deserve me. She is not rich. She is not beautiful. She is not educated. She is not as intelligent as I am. Not beautiful to my eyes. Not educated as her family said. Not intelligent because she married a beast like me. She is my DISGUSTING WIFE. I married her with hatred.

She deserves my hatred as she was born in that family. She will be my prey tonight. She will be my slave forever. I will show her what her place in my life tonight is. I will teach her how a slave needs to behave. My game is going to start in which; she is my toy. A smile occupied my lips imagining her miserable situation tonight.

Note: I am not supporting the content or abuse in the content. Just written to bring out a few facts and happenings left unnoticed in the society. I strongly oppose marital rape and abuse towards women.

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Eva POV:

While waiting for my husband, my phone rang disturbing me from my thoughts. It's my best friend, Roma. I always wished to have a sister like her. She cares for me a lot. I smiled and received the call.

"Hello, Roma!"

"Hi, How are you, sweetheart? Are you ok?" Roma asked concerned about me.

"Just before three hours, we met in my marriage. What will happen to me in this short time, darling?" I said, smiling.

"I never expected that your uncle would get you married to a billionaire like Jason. There must be something hidden, which we need to know. Please be careful, Eva."

"Sure dear. I will be careful," I said slowly.

I heard the footsteps of someone outside the room. I disconnected the call and turned to the other side. Someone opened and slammed the door making me jump in fear.

"What are you doing?" I heard a bitter strong masculine voice. I understood it's Jason without glancing at him. Why is he angry? As far as I know, I didn't do anything wrong.

I thought to answer him, but he caught my hair and turned me towards him pulling it. His eyes were fiery. Hair was disturbed. The strong odour of alcohol hit my nostrils. I turned my face away from him. However, he tilted my head towards him again.

"Are you deaf or dumb? Answer me, you bloody bitch," Jason yelled at me. I shivered in my place hearing his abusive words.

We were just married, and he didn't know anything about me. I didn't understand why he is mad at me.

"I was on a call with my friend," I said with tears in my eyes as he tightened the hold on my hairs.

"Friend? Which friend? Boyfriend?" Jason smirked.

"She is my best friend," I said trying to control my tears.

He left the hold and sat on the bed.

"Come fast to the bed," Jason ordered me.

"I...I need... sometimes. We don't know anything about each other. So let's wait till we understand each other," I said in a low voice, scared of his reaction.

"Come yourself, Or I will drag you to the bed. However, there is no way for you to escape from me. You are my wife, and you have to pleasure me," Jason said.

I didn't move even an inch. How could Jason speak like that with his wife?

"Just come by yourself to the bed, if you want to maintain this relationship forever or leave the house right now," Jason said.

"I have girls who compete to sleep with me, I will call them," He said, taking his mobile from the pocket.

"No!" I said, and he looked at me.

I went to him agreeing to give myself to him. I lay down on the bed. Jason came on top of me.

He pulled my hair and slapped me.

"How long will you take to come to the bed? Should I wait for you? Undress yourself completely. I want a clear view of your body. Let me check your body," Jason said.

I closed my eyes hearing his disgusting words. Doesn't he have any decency?

"Jason, I am your wife. This is not the way to behave or talk to me," I said, feeling hurt with his words.

Jason slapped me again. I held my cheek in pain.

"You are a living corpse to me. I can use you as I wish. You are my slave, and I will treat you as a slave. Don't dare to teach me how I should behave, Undress yourself now!" Jason commanded me, holding my neck.

"Please leave me, please," I begged him as I couldn't breathe. He left the hold on my neck.

"Remember, never speak before me except to answer my questions. From today, you are denied of all your humanly rights. You are not allowed to smile, talk or do anything without my permission. You should come to bed whenever I order you without further argument," Jason said.

Am I his slave? What is he talking? Is he going to treat me as a slave forever? Am I going to live as a slave to him throughout my life? I undressed myself. He leered at me.

"Not bad!" Jason said.

He again came on top of me. He looked at my lips.

"Your lips are hot. Let me taste them first," Jason kissed them and then licked my lips. He tried to enter my mouth, but I denied closing my lips tight.

"You are stubborn. Don't worry; I will teach you how a slave should behave."

He went to my belly and moved his fingers there. He encircled his tongue over my navel and placed a few wet kisses evoking pleasure in me. His touch made me crazy. He pinched my belly, and I wheezed. He immediately entered his tongue into my mouth. I felt queasy with the strong smell and the bitter taste of alcohol. Jason didn't move even a bit seeing me in tears.

I wanted to shout and go away, but I can't go anywhere. I winced in pain as he bit my lower lip. I could sense the warmth of the red liquid oozing out from my lip. Jason licked the blood and bit my neck. I shouted out of pain. He slapped me again.

"Don't shout. I will kill you if you shout once again. You are such a disturbing whore," he barked at me.

He squeezed my bosoms and pulled my nipples. I hardly controlled my screaming biting my lip and clutching the bed sheet. He bit the nipple and did the same with my another breast. It is excruciating, and I can't take it.

He flipped me and Iicked my back. Then, he bit several times, and I flinched to which he kicked me. He turned me towards him catching my hair and slapped me hard. I screeched because of his hard slap.

"Shut up, you useless slave. If you shout again, I will kick you hard. Just stay calm and still. Don't move, bitch," Jason growled.

He bit my belly and then, entered me. It is harrowing, but he didn't slow down his movements. He moved harder and faster ignoring my pleads and cry. I didn't realise how many times he took me in that one night. I exhausted, and my body is sore. I didn't have the energy to move a little bit. I lay there like a lifeless body waiting for him to show mercy by leaving me. He left me finally giving me a chance to breathe. I tried to relax my legs and hands by stretching them. Suddenly, Jason kicked me, and I fell to the ground.

"Everyday, you should sleep on the floor. Don't try to come to bed unless I want you. Nothing happens to a girl like you even if you sleep on the floor and that's what you deserve. However, you are not a girl who is habituated to sleep on the mattress every night. Feel happy that I didn't kick you out of the house. If you don't behave properly with me, I will not allow you even to stay in this house, and you will be sleeping on the balcony," Jason said.

I shivered with the coldness of the floor. I tried to wear my clothes but I couldn't get up as every part of my body has been aching severely. Hardly I stood up and wore my clothes.

"However, I need to say one thing to you. You are the worst girl till now among all those girls whom I brought to this bedroom. You should learn how to please your husband," Jason said and drifted into sleep.

I lay there on the floor crying the whole night.

"You deserve it, Maya. You deserve more than this," Jason said in his sleep.

Who is Maya? What did she do to deserve this? Did he treat me like this thinking me as Maya? I don't want to know about Maya because I have already rejected this person as my husband. I bother about him the least. He is the first person in my life whom I hated this much. Till now I never hated anyone in my life, not even my aunt and uncle who showed me hell.

In the morning, I woke up and arranged everything for him. I prepared breakfast. I didn't want to hurt myself by going against him. He came downstairs.

"Good, I think the treatment you got last night taught you so much so that you completed the works even before I say. Look, you will be given food only once per day. That too only if you complete the work I assign. After confirming it, I will provide you with the dinner. Serve me the breakfast," Jason said.

I served him the food. He had it looking at my bruised body.

"You look inviting with these bruises on your whole body. However, now I don't have time to take you. I love to see you this way. This makes me happy. Clean the weeds in the garden without gloves. I want the garden to be clean by the time I return home. You will get food only if you complete it. If you don't complete the work, you will get a severe punishment from me, and I will throw you out of this house for a week," Jason warned me.

I didn't answer, and he pulled my hair to make me look at him.

"I want an answer whenever I speak, Understand?" Jason said, biting my neck.

"Okay!"

I went into the garden and started the work told by Jason. I removed the weeds and did gardening while my body is bitter with pain. I shaped the leaves of plants and cut off dry leaves. My hands affected as I worked in the soil without gloves. I don't understand how I can work with these wounded hands. However, I am sure that Jason makes me work with these hands as he loves to see me in pain.

I completed the work and rested on the bed. Tiredness consumed me by letting me go to sleep. My body is aching badly because of Jason's last night's torture. Suddenly, I felt someone caressing my forehead and then stroked my lips. Someone touched my belly and is soothing my wounds. Recognising the person itself made me smile unknowingly.