Chapter 17.

You will hate me more.

The way she was ignoring him didn't seem sincere to him, it was as if silence was the answer he was looking for, really his father and this girl had been fornicating for a long time and they were using it as a cover, but the reaction his father had a while ago could be contradictory, and then she invaded the room with her words saying: if I tell you the truth, ¿what will change?, ¿ Will you hate me more or hate me less?, After all, you and I don't have a real relationship, what there is between us is simply lies.

Her words sounded weak to his ears, so the viper was showing its true scales, that's what he thought, he knew she was a gold digger and that she had probably hit the nail on the head with her words when testing the ground, so she was a dirty and sinful lover with a face like a dead fly, but he couldn't express the inner emotion he had of making her suffer, he wanted to make fun of her; and getting closer and closer until he cornered her in his arms he could notice how her eyes filled with tears pretending to be innocent, it was almost as if her gaze confirmed to him that she was a lover, and while he traced his fingers from her chin to her chest, her heart beat very fiercely, to the point that he could hear her…

And with a soft voice he let the words come out of his mouth, ¿aren't we supposed to have just gotten married?, You're my wife, we're in a hotel, ¿what do you plan to do if it's not to have a honeymoon by my side? 

The words had made the girl feel nauseous and she got out of his way running to the bathroom to vomit…

That had been strange, ¿was she pregnant?, ¿Was he going to be a stepfather and stepbrother at the same time?, ¿What kind of marriage was he in…?

Peeking into the bathroom he saw her rinsing her mouth with some water and asked her: ¿So my father got you pregnant and this is his way of covering up his mistake?

 To which she exasperatedly said: Enough, I have not slept with your father, I do not have that kind of fetish of fornicating with people of that age, just like you I am also a victim of this marriage.  ¿Do you think I wanted to marry you?, ¿ Do you think this is real?,  Of course not, without a doubt,  there is nothing I can do, I just have to be your wife in front of the public, between you and me there can be no feelings, there shouldn't even be any interaction, I just want to get out of here and return home, I don't want to be in the same place as you...

The woman's words seemed sincere and had almost convinced him that she was speaking the truth if it weren't for her appearance indicating the opposite, he would have fallen for her words, so walking towards her he spat in her face while his hands tightened her neck, he had never had eyes looking at him like that, desperately he hated the woman, he hated every pore he was seeing, he hated marriage, but he couldn't hate his father who had orchestrated this, so throwing her to the ground causing her head to hit the edge of the toilet and her hair to get in and wet with the dirty water he said to her: I have seen all my life bitches like you who think that by pretending with a smile in the air they can get everything, ¿do you think I'm going to fall for it?, ¿In the game of tug of war? 

Well, I remind you of something, my dear…You agreed to be my wife…On your hand is a ring with my name on it,  in the morning, there will be pictures in the newspapers and magazines telling how happy and in love we are. 

So do your part before the world and shout from the rooftops that we are in love, but I decide exactly how far apart we are going to be; you have no power to decide a single word of this marriage.

 If I want to rape you, I will. If I want to see you cry, I will do that too. If I want your blood, I will obtain it with my own hands. So get ready because we have our whole lives to put on a great show.