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Chapter 2

"Enough, Janine! You're distressing my daughter." Finally, Villamore noticed the commotion and barged into the dressing room.

He intervened forcefully, causing Janine to drop to the floor. Quickly pulling Janine out of the room, Villamore said, "I'm sorry, Janine, but I have to do this." With that, he escorted her to her room, deciding to confine her there until the wedding concluded.

"Uncle, what are you going to do to me?" Janine cried out hesitantly.

"We only asked one thing of you, Janine. We've been more tolerant than you deserve, given everything you've done to our daughter!" Tearful, Mercy found herself having to support her daughter alone this time.

"Just because Crema is your daughter, you're doing this to me! I swear on my mother's grave, you'll all regret this!" Janine's curses reverberated through the house. She had her reasons, but everything was stacked against her. Ever since she found out that Prince Giovan was Crema's intended, she did everything in her power to win him over, even though she knew she couldn't alter the plans.

The family arrived late at the palace, as if nothing had transpired at home, but Crema was a bundle of nerves. She couldn't believe her cousin would go to such extremes to get what she wanted.

The atmosphere at the venue brightened when everyone witnessed the grand entrance of the newest member of the royal family.

"She's absolutely charming!"

"No wonder the wedding was hastened; who would let go of such a beauty?"

Crema couldn't ignore the crowd's reactions; she heard most of them, which left her feeling a bit flustered. Not because she disliked their comments, but because she hadn't anticipated such a warm reception from the attendees. Prior to her entrance, she was worried about their impressions. She feared she wouldn't live up to their expectations, but to her surprise, she was met with high praise.

However, when her parents handed her over to Prince Giovan, his first words sent a chill down her spine.

"Welcome to hell."

Crema's POV

A shiver ran down my spine when I heard those words from my husband. Hell? What did he mean by that?

"Can't find words? I said, 'Welcome to hell.' You'll regret agreeing to this marriage." That was all he said before he seized my right hand and led me away. A chill swept over me. I wanted to turn around and flee, but I was stuck. We were married, and he already claimed me.

The ceremony was a masquerade of smiles and pleasantries. But inside, I was consumed by dread and fear. I didn't know what awaited me beyond this night, as my parents would leave me under Giovan's authority.

"What's the matter, darling? We'll leave now, and we pray for the best for you." Mom kissed my cheek before finally departing with Dad. As they disappeared from view, tears began to fall. I was awash with fear, anxiety, and a sense of longing.

"Madam, this way, please," one of the mansion's servants called out, drawing my attention. Presumably, she was to show me to my room. I turned towards her, wiping away my tears. I knew she had seen my tears, but I no longer cared. I offered her a weak smile before following her upstairs. This was the reality I had to face - I was now Prince Giovan's wife, and whatever lay ahead, I wished myself the best of luck.

As we climbed the stairs, she pointed out various things to me, including where my dresser was. I hadn't brought a single item of clothing from our home, as per the king's orders. Everything I would need was already provided in this mansion. The wedding gown I wore today was the only thing I had brought from home, and even that wasn't truly mine - it had been delivered to me. I literally owned nothing in this mansion.

"Sir has instructed that you are not to leave your room until his return. If you need anything, let me know, and I'll bring it to you, including your meals. Have a good night," she informed me. As the maid was about to exit, I quickly called out to her. "Wait, where did Giovan go?" I asked.

She offered me a smile. "I'm not sure, ma'am, and it's not my place to know where my employer goes."

Her response took me aback, so I let her leave. Once she was gone, I locked the door. Was this the hell Giovan had referred to during our ceremony? If it was, I hoped I could handle it. All the rosy expectations I had of this marriage evaporated the moment I heard his words. Perhaps he truly didn't care for me and desired my cousin Janine instead , but he was helpless because we were destined to marry as per his father, the king's decree.

I pushed that thought aside. I would deal with whatever I had to when my husband returned. I gathered myself and headed to the bathroom to shower. I wanted to get out of my wedding dress, which was becoming cumbersome, and I also needed some rest.

Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I couldn't help but feel a pang of self-pity, wondering if I was truly so unattractive to be despised by my partner. I was entirely naive about sex, but as my mother had told me, I would learn about it on my own after marriage. It was a bit embarrassing to admit how innocent I was about these worldly matters. I had always been apprehensive about the experience, as it was one of my principles to remain pure - I had dedicated myself solely to my future spouse.

After showering, I stepped out of the bathroom, clad only in my bathrobe. I hadn't put on any other undergarments, and since the maid had mentioned that her master wasn't around, I left my robe untied as I rummaged through the closet for something to wear.

"You're ready to be claimed," Giovan's arms encircled me before I could react. My body tensed instantly, a shiver coursing through me. I was at a loss for what to do.

"Eh, I didn't know you'd be back so soon because the maid said—"

"Shhhhh..." He cut me off before I could explain, pressing his lips against mine. My eyes widened in surprise.

I gently pushed him away and hurriedly clarified, "I need to get dressed first."

But he just laughed mockingly and drew me back into his arms. "You're playing coy; you wanted to seduce me, didn't you? Well, here I am, ready to give you what you want." His lips traced a path to my neck while his hand slowly slid over my shoulder and began to caress my breast.

I felt overwhelmed by the situation. I wasscared, yet my heart pounded with anticipation. I felt vulnerable and powerless, unable to keep pace with him because I didn't know what to do.

After exploring my body, he lifted me and carried me to the spacious and plush bed that awaited us. I felt the softness against my back. He then stood up and began to undress, revealing his physique, which was barely concealed by his boxer shorts. In fear, I quickly pulled my robe tighter around myself, suddenly feeling a chill. Despite his minimal coverage, I couldn't help but notice the size of his manhood. How was I supposed to accommodate that? I felt too small!

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