CHAPTER 5

It was 9 am. I stared absentmindedly at the rays of sunlight that managed to penetrate my thick curtains.

I sighed as I turned back to the walls. Liam had already gone out. My body ached from the previous night. It was my first time sleeping on a couch.

I got up from the couch and jumped on the bed. At least I would be able to sleep for 25 mins before anyone comes in. I assured myself. Not long had I closed my eyes, I heard the sound of our room door open.

"Hannah."

"Yes, aunt." Mrs. Smith was staring down at me. "Good morning, aunt. I was going to come down but I just, well..."

"It's okay." She smiled. "It's okay to make mistakes. I just want you to know that laziness won't be tolerated in this house. I hope you don't make this same mistake again. Come downstairs, Liam is waiting for you."

Waiting for me? I haven't had any rest since we got married. Now, where are they taking me to again? I sluggishly got out of bed and grabbed the towel before entering the toilet.

How long do I have to pretend? This family was driving me nuts.

"How long are you going to stay inside the bathroom?" She echoed. I got out of the shower and dried my body with the towel.

When I was done drying my body, I grabbed a random dress and wore it. Packing my hair in a ponytail, I rushed out of the room with my sandals in my hand.

"What's this rubbish?" Her question threw me off guard. The cloth I was wearing was rubbish to her?

"Aunt, I...."

"You are a Smith now. Don't do anything that will embarrass us. Get changed and come downstairs. I'll send one of the staff to bring a gown for you."

I can't even dress the way I want to. I rolled my eyes and sat on the bed before unzipping my gown.

"Ma'am, here's your gown. Mrs. Smith sent it." The staff, Mrs. Smith had politely said. She dropped the gown on the bed and turned to leave before I stopped her.

"Don't call me, 'ma'am'. Just call me Hannah."

"I'm sorry, ma'am. We are not allowed to address the owners of this house by their name." So many dos and don'ts in this house. I picked up the gown and wore it from my legs.

When I was done dressing up, I applied my makeup and fixed my hair again.

I adjusted the gown again. It was so uncomfortable. The gown was probably made out for oversized babies.

When I got out of the room, I closed the door behind me and alighted the stairs. For every step I took, I adjusted the gown.

The gown was two times tighter than a pantyhose. When I got to the last stairs, I noticed Liam and his friends staring at me. They were whispering something into his ears.

"It's okay," I assured myself. "You've got this. All you have to do is introduce yourself and get back in."

By the time I approached Liam, the smile on his face had already disappeared.

"Hello." I greeted.

"Is she your wife?" One of his friends asked.

"Doesn't look like a Liam thing." The other friend backed him up.

Liam stood there as if a spell had been cast on him. He had his eyes fixed on the gown I wore.

"Liam, where are we going?" I tapped him gently.

"Who gave you this nonsense you are wearing?" He snapped. He didn't seem to be happy with the gown I was wearing.

"What's wrong with the gown?"

"Go and take it off!"

"Why? Your mum gave me this dress."

"Liam, how dare she raise her voice at you." His friend asked.

He pulled back a little before grabbing me by the wrist. His fingers pierced through my skin. "How dare you talk back at me?" In a split second, the Liam I thought I knew disappeared. The guy standing in front of me was Liam , his family tried to hide.

"Let go of my hand." I cried.

"Does it hurt? That's how I feel whenever I look at you."

"Liam!"

"What's going on here?" His dad came out of his room with his wife. He had in his hand files. When they came down, he picked up the bottle of wine on the table and poured himself some drink while looking at Liam and me simultaneously.

"My son, what's wrong?" Mrs. Smith sympathized with him. Her son was the only person who mattered to her.

"Send this girl home. I can't stand her."

"We'll do no such thing." Mr. Smith sipped the last drop of wine in his glass before turning back at us. "You are a man now. You need to take responsibility for your wife."

"My wife? I married her because you lied to me that mum had a heart attack. After all, I refused to marry her. Plus, she's not even the girl I was meant to marry."

Oh, so he was also a victim of emotional blackmail. I freed my hand from Liam's firm grip. Mum told me I'll adjust with time, how could that happen when the guy I married was heartless. He didn't care if he humiliated his wife or not.

"I'll be in my room." I blurted out.

"You are going nowhere." He pulled me close to him. "Dad wants us to live as a couple, we will do just that. Mum, by the time I return, take your husband and get out of my house." He pulled me forcefully out of the house. When we got to the car, he opened it, threw me in, and shut the door.

"Let's go, dude." One of his friends said before entering the car.

When we arrived at his friend's house, we alighted the car and walked in. Liam clung to me the whole time.

"Hi," one of his female friends greeted warmly. She had a pleasant smile on her face. I extended my hand to return her greeting. Mrs. Smith had warned earlier that the reason for our marriage shouldn't get out. After shaking each other, Liam and I entered the house. It looked exactly like Liam's house, just that it was a little bit smaller than his own.

I looked around the house and there were many half-dressed ladies. One was on the chair making out with a guy. Another was smoking and stripping on the pole. Some of them walked around while some danced to the rhythm of the music.

I spotted an empty sofa in the corridor, I walked over to the chair and sat quietly.

"Hey beauty," a tall blond guy waved from behind. He walked up to where I sat and sat down with me. "Are you here alone?"

"Well,"

"Don't worry. I'm here for you."

"Thanks? He placed his hand on my thighs and stroked them gently. I looked up at Liam but he didn't seem offended by it. Did he hate me so much that he was willing to let his friend mess with me?

"Is something bothering you?" The blonde guy asked with his hand still in between my legs.

"No." I removed his hand and placed it on his leg.

"Where are my manners? My name is Jacob. So sorry for not introducing myself earlier."

"It's okay." With Liam's strange behavior this morning, how can I turn his friend down? What if I raise my hand at Jacob and Liam punishes me at home? I gulped down the saliva in my mouth as Jacob formed a circle around my breast with his finger. He was at my nipple, I could feel my insides burning with desire. I hadn't done this before, but even if I was to do it someday, I had hoped it would be with someone I knew.

Hardly had I gotten up to leave, Liam pushed me back to my seat and whispered into my ear.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Is this all fun to watch? I'm your wife!" I screamed back at him.

"So?" So? That was it? That's how he felt about me. I wasn't someone he saw worthy of protecting. Even at the hotel, I could have let those people say trash about him but I stood up for him. Now he was going to let his asshole friend play with me like I'm some kind of optional piece. "Be a good girl and get back into your chair or I'll have to teach you a lesson my way." He added.

"Hey dude, I'm next after Jacob!" Another of his friends yelled from the crowd with a glass of wine in his hand. There was a girl with him. She was sitting on his lap. I glared at Liam to know if he would change his mind but he had a smile on his face.

"Sure. You can have her once he's done."

"Make her drink so she will be high as fuck! A tall brunette girl suggested. She wore a short gown with no underwear. One could easily see her hard nipple from her shirt.

When she walked over to where we sat, she kissed Liam on the lips.

After keeping her pack of cigarettes in her silver handbag, the girl lowered her preoccupied face across Liam's lap, expertly releasing his zip with one hand. She began to work systematically at his manhood with both mouth and hand, spreading her arms comfortably across his knees.

As she brought it to life I looked down at her. Encouraged by these hooded dials, his left ring finger moved towards her skirt.

She got up and dragged her hair across his eyes.

"Kiss me," he moaned. She lightly bit his shoulder. She was lowering herself more. She was brushing her breasts across his face. He wanted to take one of her breasts into his mouth, either one. He was frantic. He wanted to get as much of one of her breasts into his mouth as he could.

Jacob poured the wine into a cup and offered it to me. After many refusals, I was forced into drinking 4 cups. Feeling very dizzy and irritated, I pushed Jacob off me and staggered my way into the bathroom with the leftover wine in the bottle in my hand.

"What's wrong with me? Why do I feel affected by what he's doing?" I stared at the reflection of myself in the mirror.

"If you're done being a baby, get out there." The girl Liam was with, said brashly.

"Don't you feel any shame?" I asked

"Shame? Why should I?"

"The guy you were with is my husband!"

"So?" She smirked. "He is Liam Smith. World's famous billionaire and my ex-boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend?" I couldn't see straight. The alcohol had already taken control of my brain. I shut my eyes tightly and opened them. There were 6 of the girls in the room.

"I need to get out of here."

"No, sweety, you must have sex with Jacob." She gripped my hand firmly. "He's waiting in room 3 for you."

"Let go of me!" I jerked back. Before I could leave, a fight broke out between the two of us, propelling me to throw a bottle at her.

While trying to avoid the bottle, she pushed me and we both fell to the ground. I closed my eyes and opened them. I couldn't see much of anything except a man staring down at me.

"Liam?" I whispered before shutting my eyes again.