Chapter 3 I'm going There Right Now!

Fanny smiled wryly. "If it wasn't for you, insisting that your parents agree to us getting married, I wouldn't have expected you to take responsibility!"

Dion smiled wryly. "Then do you have any regrets for giving in to my parents' wishes? You can rest easy, Fanny. After Citra recovers from her illness, I'll divorce you and thank you for being willing to be a substitute bride!"

Fanny just stared at the face of the man who was now her husband. She then picked up her suitcase and carried it into her room. Even with Dion. He went into his room to lie down on his body because of the fatigue that was approaching.

"What kind of marriage is this? Married to a man who doesn't want me at all." Fanny rubbed her face lightly.

Currently, she was standing in front of the mirror. Staring at her face, that had been cleared of makeup earlier. Only wearing a bathrobe, because she had just finished bathing.

"Maybe it's my fate to be like this. Married to a man who will never love me. Even with me. I never intended to love you, Dion!" she swore. "I hope the seed doesn't grow. Dion will divorce me after his girlfriend recovers from her illness." Fanny sighed softly.

She came out of the bathroom. She was surprised to see Dion sitting on the edge of his bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked with her eyes perfectly round.

Dion took a step toward her. Truly, the man was so creepy that it frightened Fanny.

"Have you forgotten that you're already my wife?" he asked, holding her chin.

"You never wanted me to be your wife! Never touch me again, Dion!" screamed Fanny who was getting scared.

There was a sense of trauma in her when she remembered that night. Dion took her chastity away, apparently leaving a painful wound.

However, Dion apparently didn't care. Hypocrite, is one word that is suitable for Dion. The man did not love Fanny, not that he would never touch her.

The difference was, that night he did it consciously. Caressing her body for the lust that was lodged inside him.

"Do you think the dowry I gave you was just to please my parents? I need pleasure too. Don't refuse! I'll fuck you right now!" he said then forcibly opened the bathrobe worn by Fanny.

Until now, her body has been exposed to this barbaric man. In that instant, her own husband molested Fanny. Even though there was no love, let alone pleasure in making love, apparently it didn't matter to Dion.

The important thing was that his own wife channeled his desire that night. The strokes very tormented Fanny, carried out by her husband. Many times Fanny complained of pain, but not once was the man ignored.

For an hour already, the crazy game was carried out. Dion left Fanny just like that after his desire was fulfilled. While Fanny only grimaced in pain in her groin.

"Dion is crazy!" she squealed later. "It hurts, for God's sake," she whispered as she pulled the blanket over her body, which was sore and aching from her husband's actions.

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It was already seven in the morning. Fanny opened her eyes slowly. Looking at the sunlight that tried to sneak in behind the curtains of the window in the room.

"What time is it?" she said quietly, then looked at the clock perched on the wall of the room. "Aww!" Fanny winced at the pain in her chest. Dion had made many red marks there.

"Disgusting," she said and got out of bed as she endured the pain in her groin and chest.

The natural torture Dion had done to her really made Fanny regret holding the man accountable. If she knew Dion had a game that made Dion took her body crumble like this away.

"Fanny!" Dion shouted then.

Fanny immediately locked the bathroom door to prevent Dion from entering. She didn't want to be forced to serve him again because her body still felt broken.

"Finish bathing, prepare breakfast for me! I have to go to the office this morning too," he said, then came out of the room again.

Fanny let out a long breath. "Without you, it's much better. I can be free to sleep all day to restore my energy that was drained by you," she said softly.

She then finished her bath and quickly put on a towel.

"Anticipation. Worried about Dion coming back in." Fanny locked the door to her room because she wanted to get dressed first.

Fifteen minutes later, Fanny came out of her room. She looked flatly at Dion, who was sitting and staring at Citra's face on his cell phone.

"What do you want to make?" she asked flatly.

"Something simple, fried rice."

Fanny did not answer. She walked straight to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for her husband.

"Should I put poison in his food?" she muttered as she stirred the fried rice.

Fanny could think in quite a distant direction because she was so angry with her husband.

It took almost fifteen minutes for Fanny to make fried rice for Dion, and she finally finished. She then gave the plate of fried rice to Dion, who had made an angry face because he had waited too long.

"For today only, I have to send you first. Tomorrow and so on, without me having to tell you, breakfast should already be at the dining table!" Dion ordered Fanny sternly.

She nodded her head slowly. "Yes!" she replied briefly.

That apparently angered Dion again. What did he want? Even Fanny was confused about how to conquer her husband. The harder she was, the more Dion would become. If she was gentle, of course, it would make her feel like her husband's slave.

"Keep working. So that I don't have to give you money for your own needs!" Dion said, clearly emphasizing that he was reluctant to provide for his wife.

Fanny smiled sadly. "No need to be reminded. Because I'm basically going to keep working even though I'm married to the hotel owner!" she fumed later.

Of course, Dion was annoyed and angry with Fanny, who was apparently far from his expectations. He thought Fanny would obey everything he said, cowardly and weak. Apparently, everything in his mind was wrong.

Fanny is not a weak woman who is easily oppressed. Dion had to be careful with his wife. Don't let her complain to her parents. Dion then left the house after finishing his breakfast.

Her cell phone rang, a call from Yuni. She pressed the green button, accepting the call.

"Yes, hello, Ma?"

"Are you home?" she asked later.

"Yes, Ma. I'm at home."

"Okay. I'm going there right now. I have something to talk to you about."

"Yes, Ma. I'll be waiting. It is in the afternoon."

Yuni was silent for a moment. "You... still work there? Okay, okay. Let's discuss it after I get there." Yuni hung up the call because she was driving her car.

Fanny sighed softly and put the cell phone on the dining table. While waiting for her mother-in-law to arrive, Fanny washed the dishes first.