Chapter 6

I sighed softly as I slowly raised my head, and stared at the other side of the bed where he was laying down.

He wasn't sleeping, and our eyes met. "What are you looking at?" He asked coldly, and I immediately looked away.

"I just asked you a question, so answer me immediately." He yelled.

"I'm sorry it's actually nothing, I only wanted to see if you are asleep already, because I couldn't sleep." I told him.

"If you can't sleep does that mean you should check up on me?" He asked.

"No, I'm really sorry, I promise this won't happen again." I told him.

"Gosh, I hate you so much, and I hate the fact that my father forced me into marrying you, though I knew you were the one that told him to do that." He said,

"No I'm not the one please, I also tried talking to him to stop this marriage of a thing but he refused." I defended myself.

"Be quiet, and not make me lose my anger." He yelled, and immediately I got scared, and held my lips in my palms.

He just stared at me for a while. "You and I know that I can never love you, no matter what you and my father do, but you went ahead with this marriage, so be very ready for what would come your way." He told me. I just kept calm and stared at him, before he finally stopped what he was saying, and turned over to the other side of the bed.

I sighed softly, and relaxed back on the bed. I really regretted why I decided to look over to his direction on the bed, but I'm never going to make a mistake ever again.

I thought and sighed softly, before I shut my eyes again. I hoped for sleep to come, and it really did.

I flipped my eyes open the following morning, and I thought of turning over to his direction, but I remembered what had happened last night and how he had yelled at me, and quickly stopped myself.

If he wasn't sleeping then I was going to be into another trouble, and I'm not ready for something like that this morning.

It's a new day and I want to start my day in a good mood, and not a bad one. I thought as I slowly stood up from the bed immediately.

I walked over to the bathroom and took my bath. Immediately I entered the room again, I met him sitting on the bed.

"Where are you going to go this morning because you went to bathe early?" He asked.

"I'm not going anywhere, I just wanted to take a bath." I answered him.

"Don't ever do that again, you aren't going anywhere, and you made me wait for you." He yelled. And I quickly apologize so he doesn't start abusing me again.

His words have a way of hurting me, and I don't really want to start my day with these hurtful words, so I tried to prevent it by apologizing and promising never to do that again.

He didn't stop yelling, but I just kept calm as he kept ranting before he finally went over to the bathroom.

I sat on the bed tiredly. I really didn't plan this for myself, but here I was caught up in it now.

I really wished my father had showed up here earlier, then I would have been long gone before Mr James would think of marriage.

But my father didn't come on time to find me, and now I'm in this mess. I don't really know how long I can handle it, but I really hope I'm able to cope with it.

Well it's just a month now, maybe I might succeed in making him fall in love with me, just like I have wanted. I sighed softly and slowly stood up to get dressed.

I was all dressed before he came out of the bathroom, so I just left the room for him to do all his dressing stuff.

I went straight to the kitchen, and I made sure his breakfast was ready before he came out.

I tried my best to keep a smiling face all through when we were eating, so he doesn't have any reason to talk to me.

After he was done eating he finally left to work.

TWO YEARS LATER

It's been two years since I got married to Carter, and until now he still hates me so much despite all I did to make him love me.

I was actually so determined to make him love me, and that made me do some things that I didn't want to do, but he only just hates me even more.

I was really confused right now, and I don't know what more to do. Though I was still communicating with my father, it was not that often.

I was in my room lost in my thoughts when I heard a heavy knock on the door, and that brought me back to reality immediately.

"Who's there?" I was surprised at how hard the person was knocking the door.

"Come out here, or else I will pull down this door, and you would have to answer to Carter when he comes." I heard Carter's mother's voice from outside the room.

"Oh no," I groaned. "The devil is here again." I said, to myself.

"I'm coming, give me a minute." I said to her, and quickly climbed down from my bed as I rushed over to the door, and opened it.

"Why did you keep me standing here for hours?" She yelled.

"I'm sorry I really didn't mean to." I apologize.

"I will just spare you for today, but the next time you do something like this, I promise you, I will make you regret it." She threatened, and I apologized again.

"Now come and make me lunch, because I'm so hungry right now." She said,

"But ma'am the cook is in the kitchen, and she can do that for you." I told her.

"Don't make me hit you." She warned, and I quickly apologized, and started walking out of there immediately.

Carter's mother is what I call "devil" because anytime she was in this mansion, she would always make sure she did everything possible to make me suffer.

She hates me so much without me doing anything to her. From the very first time Mr James introduced me to her, she had shown nothing towards me other than hate, and even now, she also does everything possible to frustrate me.

Despite all what Carter was doing to me, she even does worse, and I hate her for that. Now she wants me to prepare her lunch when the cook is in the house and she isn't doing anything.

I don't know why Mrs James treats me like a slave but not to worry I will get over this someday. Even though it has been two years since we got married, I still hope to be able to get over all of these things that happen in my life.

I sighed softly as I entered the kitchen. She was actually in the kitchen when I entered, and I immediately stopped her from cooking, and she left while I took over the cooking.

I dished out the food after cooking, and took it to the dining room, while I went to call Mrs James.

She had her seat immediately, and told me to stand there while she tasted the food.

I sighed softly and decided to listen to her and stood still. But immediately she took a spoon from the food, she spit it out.

"What did you prepare for me?" She asked.

"Food," I responded to her.

"You are not being serious right now, are you?" She asked, and I just kept quiet.

"Take this nonsense you call food from here, and go and make me something else." She yelled, and I wanted to say something but stopped and moved closer to her, and as I was about carrying the food, she grabbed it and poured it on me.

I shut my eyes, and hot tears threatened to flow down my cheeks, but I quickly stopped myself from crying, and wiped away the tears,as I grabbed a broom, and started cleaning everything up.

She left the dining room, and I just continued with my cleaning before I took the dishes out of the dining room, and started cooking again.

I served her another food, and this time she decided to eat before I left. I know the first food didn't taste bad, but she just wanted to make me feel bad and that was why she did what she did.

But at least it's over now, so I'm free to go back to my room.

I was really so sad, and I didn't bother to come out of my room, until later in the evening, when I got a call from Mr James, requesting us to come over to see him.

Carter drove us to his mansion, and immediately we arrived there. I was the first that got down from the car, and I rushed in to see him.

He was laying on his bed when I got there, and I hugged him immediately. He asked me how I was doing and I told him, I was fine, even though I knew I wasn't fine.

He hasn't been feeling too well, and I don't want to add to his health issue by telling him what was happening to me, so I decided to be calm about it.

We talked like father and daughter, and laughed before we finally left there late at night.

But immediately we got back to Carter's Mansion. I went straight to my room, because we had already had dinner in Mr James' house, so I think I needed a break from all of them.

Mr James was really a good man to me, and he was like a father to me, and honestly I love him like my father, and I always like being around him.

Since Carter's mother did what she did at noon, I have been bitter, but immediately I got to meet Mr James, all my bitterness went away, and smiles replaced it.

So I don't really want her to spoil my mood again tonight, so I really had to avoid her at any little opportunity I got.

I thought as I climbed into my bed, and immediately I slept off without thinking of Carter or his mother.

Soon it was morning, and just as I woke up, I went over to the kitchen to supervise the cooking of breakfast, but just then I received a call that broke me.

I was told Mr James died in the early hours of this morning. I couldn't continue with what I was doing again,so I left.

Carter told me to get dressed and that we are going over to his father's mansion, and without wasting much time, I went to do that immediately.

I cried myself to sleep immediately after we returned from the house.

The following morning, preparation for Mr James' burial was made, and Carter and I went there doing all the necessary arrangements.

Mrs James wasn't doing anything but she wasn't still getting into my way of doing anything, so I was happy about that.

The following week Mr James was buried, and afterwards our lives went back to normal.

I still decided to continue being a wife to Carter, even though I still knew it was totally hopeless to do that. Because all this while we have been together he never really falls in love with me, despite all that I did to make him love me.

Again, I really don't understand why I decided to develop feelings for him over the years that we were together, despite all that he was doing to me. But I went ahead to fall in love with him.