BENJAMIN'S POV:-

I was sitting in a casino. Despite my interest in gambling, I just sat at the bar, gulping down sips after sips of the whiskey. "That girl! That fucking lowlife girl! She had the audacity to turn me down. And then, she decided to smack me. Who does she think she really is?" I growled under my breath.

I was careful, though. Last thing I wanted was for more people to know that some crazy little bitch was able to smack me. No woman had ever turned me down. Women threw themselves in my bed, just so they could get a piece of me. They could kneel before me, humiliate themselves just so I would notice them.

Every single time I blinked my eyes, I saw her slapping me. I gulped down the bitter content I had in the glass. Its bitterness did nothing to relieve the bitterness I felt in my chest for that damned woman. Joe, the in charge of my security group appeared behind me. "Did you find out what I asked you?" I asked without even looking at him.

"Yes, Master Benjamin. Her name is Charlotte Morin. She is a proud girl, born with a genius mind." Joe replied and I squeezed the glass on my hand.

"Morin, you say! Why does this name sound so familiar?" I asked in a low tone.

"She is the daughter of Brad Morin. Because of her smartness, her father left everything to her. But she gave everything to her brother the day she turned 18." Joe added and I smirked mischievously.

"I guess she is not that smart after all." I growled. I called the bartender, asking for a refill. Just then, I heard something that made me turn around.

"Mr Morin, you are doing amazing today. I think it is your lucky day."

"Should I call it a coincidence or fate?" I thought as a devilish plan started forming in my mind. I gestured to Joe to lean in.

"Make someone sit on that table and have them play from my side. Inform the manager not to let Morin win at any cost." Joe bowed his head and walked away, carrying my order to the manager.

A few minutes later, Kyson, the Manager's son, joined the table. He was too good with the casino games. Very soon, I saw Morin's face turning pale. He was losing every bit of money that he had won.

One thing could fail my plan if he chose to leave once he would be out. But he was definitely not that smart. He stayed until he was in deep debt. My smirk deepened, I was ready to make a move. Just not too fast to make it obvious. I was planning on mentally torture him for a few days. I wanted Morin to be desperate so he would make the decision I wanted him to make.

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After my university hours like everyday, I was in my father's office. I was the sole heir to the LeBlanc family. And I inherited the biggest company in the country. A light knock on the door of my office made me pull my head up. Joe stepped into the office and bowed. "Master Benjamin, Morin has been waiting for you for five hours already." He informed me and I nodded my head.

I looked at the wall clock. Time flies faster when you are enjoying yourself. "Send him in. And nail the idea in his head that I am very busy and all he is going to get is 5 minutes." Joe nodded his head and left. I got back to work. With a few more signatures, my work for the day was done. But I left the files and papers on my desk on purpose.

Another knock on the office door and I fought the urge to smirk. But I had to play the game myself this time. Morin came in and Joe followed him. "Remember, you only have 5 minutes. Mr LeBlanc is very busy these days." Joe did exactly as I had told him then left us alone.

"What's your business with me?" I asked rudely but I didn't raise my gaze from the papers I was pretending to read.

"Mr LeBlanc, I am Jeremy Morin, from Morin Tech's." I knew what he was doing. He wanted to remind me of the business relationship my father had with his father.

"And? What brought you here?" I asked nonchalantly.

"I have been to your casino a few times. Unlike you, I am just an unlucky soul. I am under your debt. And that's why I wanted to meet you." He added and I dramatically rolled my eyes.

"If you owe me, you get to pay. That's how a debt settles." I growled and he just narrowed his eyes.

"I don't have the money." He spoke lowly and I fought the smirk that was about to appear on my face.

"And? What do you want me to do about it? If you were poor, you shouldn't have gambled. I don't forgive any debt. You either pay or I will take your company. That's how it settles." I gave him only two options. But none of them were what I was interested in.

"That company is something my grandfather made from scratch. If I sell it, my father's soul will never forgive me. Please, Mr LeBlanc. There must be some other way. I am willing to do anything." He was suddenly on his knees, begging me to give him a way to compromise.

That's when I didn't fight the smirk that appeared on my face. He was completely under my control. "Let's see, miss Morin. If you can escape my trap this time." I thought, as I stood up and walked toward Morin.

CHARLOTTE'S POV:-

I was sitting in front of the mirror. I was wearing a beautiful white gown, embedded with pearls and diamonds. Everyone looked so happy. Yet my heart felt so empty. Rene readjusted my veil. Without uttering a single word, she left me alone in my bedroom. My heart was trembling with fear. I had no idea who my husband was. I hadn't seen him. For some reason, he insisted on letting me see his face on the day of our wedding.

I was thinking how my life suddenly turned upside down. I had just passed the entry test for Stanford university. And got a 50% scholarship as well. I went down to tell Jeremy and Rene that I was going to make my dad's dream come true. That I was going to Stanford. But I heard them talking.

For the first time in my life, I heard my brother crying so helplessly. He was beating himself. I stood at the corner and listened. Jeremy was addicted to gambling. And despite the way the company was after father's death, he didn't stop playing.

Turned out, he had lost too much and now the people he owed were asking him to pay. I would have walked away. I was not selfish. Just not an imbecile like him. Father had warned him so many times to leave it. He even sent Jeremy to rehab so he could get better. But every time, he ended up going back.

Then dad died and all the responsibilities were on his shoulders. I thought the responsibilities would sober him up. But I was so wrong. I was about to walk away when I heard him say, he was gonna sell the company to pay off his debt. Because he couldn't do what those people were asking him to give up.

My father always held the Morin Tech's dearly as if it was his brother. And he cherished the company. I knew the company was bankrupt by the time I turned 18. That's why I gave it to my brother. I had my own goals. But I just couldn't let him sell the company.

I ended up agreeing to the other option he had. And it was for me to give up my future and marry the man Jeremy owed. The thought of marrying some perverted old man, trembled my soul. But Jeremy reassured me that I was not marrying a perverted old man.

A light knock on my bedroom door pulled me out of the oceans of my thoughts. "It's time, Charle!" I nodded to Rene as I stood up. I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I held my head high, that's the pride my father left me with. Rene took me out of the room. Jeremy was standing in front of the villa, waiting for me.

"You look stunning." Jeremy whispered in my ear as he pecked my forehead. He grabbed my hand and led me towards the aisle. As I walked down the aisle, I was staring at the back of the man who was there as my groom. Yet he didn't show me his face. He turned around as Jeremy offered him my hand.

My breathing stopped the moment I saw that face again. And my body was numb. He placed his huge hand on the small of my back and led me towards the preacher. "Why are you here?" I asked as I found a bit of my strength back. He didn't answer me though.

The ceremony went way too smoothly. We exchanged our vows and slipped wedding bands into each other's fingers. "I announce you husband and wife. Mr LeBlanc, you may kiss your bride." The preacher announced. My heart stopped the moment Mr LeBlanc wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer. With his other hand, he cupped my face and leaned closer.

He was staring into my eyes and I was trying to keep calm. "Don't you know, Tinkerbell? I am here to destroy you and break you completely. Welcome to your hell." He whispered softly while smiling so softly. His smile could melt any heart and at the same time, his words could stop any heart. Before I knew it, his lips were on mine. He kissed me roughly in front of everyone.

CHARLOTTE'S POV:-

I was sitting in the bedroom that belonged to Benjamin. I was one hell of a bride. I didn't even know the name of my husband until we got to his home. While he was taking his time to get to his bedroom, I decided to explore everything around. The bedroom was practically bigger than the garden in my villa. The walls were painted with black and the marble like designs with golden paint on top.

Everything was black in his room. Black furniture, black carpet, black sheets, black curtains. I walked into the bathroom and rolled my eyes. Even his bathroom was black. Including the towels. He was definitely a psychopath. Sighing in defeat, I walked back into the room.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. He stepped into the room right after and smirked at me. My heart suddenly skipped a beat and I frowned. "Stupid heart does the stupid things. Why am I not surprised?" I thought angrily. I gasped loudly as I saw him standing in front of me as I turned my gaze up again. I would have fallen off of the edge of the bed if I was not holding onto the sheets.

"What the heck is wrong with you? What are you? A demon?" I yelled at him angrily. He suddenly grabbed my jaw and pulled my face toward his.

"You have a big mouth. I will soon put it to good use." His words made me gag. I might have been innocent but I knew all the terms they used with each other.

"You are disgusting!" I stated and the smirk was wiped off of his face. His eyes darkened up as he leaned closer.

"What did you just say?" He asked me in a low tone, as if he was controlling his anger.

"Are you deaf? I said, you are fucking disgusting." I yelled at him again. This time, I added a little curse in it so he would hear me loud and clear.

He grabbed my neck. I braced myself for being thrown on the ground. I couldn't expect anything more from men like him. But instead, he kissed me. I whimpered in his mouth and froze while gazing into his eyes.

I wanted to push him away. I wanted to get away from him. But I could do nothing. He pulled away, licking my lips. That smirk was back on his face. I was breathing heavily, staring at his face. "Looks like you are starting to like the taste of my mouth." He whispered seductively in my ear, making me shiver.

"You are an asshole! I don't want to talk to you. I am going to the bathroom to shower and change." I growled at him angrily and walked toward the bathroom as fast as I could. I had no idea how I managed to yell at him. Because my heart was pounding against my rib cage and my legs were turning wobbly.

I shut the door of the bathroom and leaned against it. I clutched onto my chest to calm my heart down. This was the second time he had kissed me. The first time, it was a bruising and brutal kiss. I had to hide that hickey with dark red lipstick. But the one he just gave me, it was different. It was a teasing kiss and at the same time, something very seductive.

Shaking.y head, I walked into the bathroom. My head snapped in the direction where the mirror was and I froze again. I had no idea that there was a ghostly smile on my face. Too small for anyone to notice but I couldn't help but wonder; "Did he see this smile? Is that why he was smirking at me? Because he won."

I took a deep breath. It was not going to be an easy ride with him. And I just knew it. I took a quick shower and stepped out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. I was towel drying my hair when I felt someone standing behind me. Gritting my teeth, I turned around and glared at him. "Don't you have better things to do, Mr LeBlanc? I am tired. Get away from me." Pushing him away, I walked toward the bed.

I heard him scoff at me before he disappeared into the bathroom. I quickly changed into my pink pj's and laid down in the bed. While brushing my hair, I was thinking why God had destined me to marry an arrogant bastard like him.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the answer. "Perhaps, I should ask Father John. He must have some sort of explanation why I ended up with someone I hated." I placed the brush down. As I was about to close my eyes, the bathroom door opened and a completely naked Benjamin stepped out.

I looked at him up and down and a loud shriek made him cover his ear. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled at me angrily. I only grabbed the bathing gown that I used and threw it on him.

"Cover yourself up. How can you be so shameless?" I asked angrily and he smirked.

"Don't tell me you haven't seen this in your entire life? You had a boyfriend, you said. There is no way you never went down on him or banged him?" He growled at me in a hatred dripping tone. Tears started welling up into my eyes as his harsh and humiliating words echoed in my mind again and again.

I covered my face with both of my hands and broke into tears. "How could you say such a humiliating thing about your wife? You said you knew everything about me. Yet you have no idea what kind of woman I really am?" I asked him, crying nonstop. Everything went silent in the room. Only my soft sobs could be heard in the room.

"You said it yourself that you have a boyfriend?" His voice made me jump as he was suddenly sitting near me.

"And you just assumed I would have let him touch me just because he was my boyfriend. I never even kissed anyone before. How could you say such mean things about me? You married me." I whispered sadly, I didn't even try to hide my disappointment.

The fact that my husband said those things about me, made me so sad. I turned around and pushed him away. "Don't come near me. You disgust me with the way you think. I hate you." I laid down on the bed and covered my head with the comforter. I just wanted to hide and cry. The night of my wedding, I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning, I opened my eyes and looked around the empty room with a surprised look on my face. An angry pout appeared on my face. "What kind of man he really is? He left without apologizing for his ugly mistake." I thought as I crawled out of the black king sized bed and walked toward the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I changed into a dark blue long skirt and a long sleeved white chiffon blouse. I tied my curly long red hair in a high ponytail. My curls dropped down on my back. Once I was ready, I grabbed my bag that had my books, wore my ankle wedge boots and stepped out of the room. I went downstairs and as I was about to leave the mansion, someone called me from behind.

"Where the fuck do you think you are going, little girl?" Raising one of my brows, I turned around and found Mrs LeBlanc standing behind me. Her arms were folded above her chest and she was glaring at me as if she was about to eat me alive. I rolled my eyes at her in annoyance.

"It's the first day of my university. I am going to attend it. " I replied in a low tone and Mrs LeBlanc started laughing.

"University? Really? Girl, you became the daughter in law of the LeBlanc family. There is no college or university for you. Women of the LeBlanc family don't continue studies." Mrs LeBlanc growled at me angrily and I frowned.

"Says who?" I asked angrily.

"Says me! Don't test my patience. Put those things back in your room and join us on the dining table." She ordered me angrily. I was staring at her face with a confused look on my face. "You didn't hear me? Do you want me to call my son?" She threatened me and that's when I lost it.

"Excuse me! I just don't understand your kind of woman. Just because you married a loaded man, doesn't mean you should have become a deadbeat. But then again, who am I to argue since it was the choice that you made. But since you were allowed to become a deadbeat over your man, doesn't mean I am interested in doing the same. I don't like becoming a burden for others." I responded to her senseless orders she gave me.

Mr LeBlanc was standing behind her, smiling proudly at me as if I had done something very good. While Mrs LeBlanc was shooting poisonous daggers at me. But I didn't care. "I am a woman with a strong ambition. And I will become a successful woman with my hard work. But not because I married someone who has money. Now, excuse me! I am getting late." With that, I turned around and left.

BENJAMIN'S POV:-

My friends were laughing at me as I told them about everything that happened to me on my wedding night. It was all my fault. I gave them the reason to laugh at me like that. "Oh my God! Is there actually a woman who is still a virgin? You said she had a boyfriend. And she claims that he never touched her. That's impossible." My friend, Greg, spoke in a low tone and began laughing at me again.

I was angry but I couldn't do anything since I had brought this upon myself. I rolled my eyes at them. I called them so they could help my situation. "What about her boyfriend? Does he claim the same or does he have something different to tell?" Silvester, my other friend, asked me in a low tone and I was left dumbfounded.

"I never really asked her boyfriend. I just heard Emily say that Charlotte and her boyfriend had been together since they started highschool. And the cheerleaders thought that Charlotte and her boyfriend had been banging each other." I told them what I had heard from Emily. Emily, my mom's best friend's daughter, was also Charlotte's classmate. It made sense how Emily knew everything about Charlotte.

"Really! And you believed it? Come on, Benjamin. You know Emily. She is a bully and mean girl. And we all know what they do." Johnny whispered while he was playing with the salt shaker in front of him.

"What if Emily and Charlotte are enemies. And since you decided to marry Charlotte instead of Emily after she did all those blowjobs on you, do you think she would have been fair while talking about Charlotte?" Johnny added in a low tone and I couldn't help but wonder if Johnny was right or not.

"Last time I listened to a mean girl, I drove my girl crazy. Her love was too sensitive. She is in a mental hospital, counting her days. I definitely don't want any of my friends to suffer from the same kind of heartbreak. The guilt just doesn't let you live in peace". Johnny added and I instantly felt bad. All of us were aware of what really happened to Johnny and the woman he loved.

"Then what should I do? My mind is numb. I can't come up with any solutions." I growled in annoyance. I just wanted to know the truth. Charlotte's reaction couldn't be false. She looked heartbroken when I said those mean things to her.

"My suggestion, ask her boyfriend. If she actually didn't let him touch her, and she married you in the end, he must be pissed. He will bark it off instantly." Silvester spoke in a low tone and I couldn't help but consider his idea.

"And what if he lied to me?" I asked. There was a possibility he could lie to me so I would break it off with Charlotte.

"Try and find out if he is broke or anything. If he had been with Charlotte for this long without touching her, he must have an agenda he was following. Find out what made him stay with her without getting sexy time. You'll have leverage to use against him." Johnny added and I smirked. It was definitely not a bad idea.

BENJAMIN'S POV:-

I was sitting in my classroom, thinking about the things my friends had told me. After a while, I decided to go with the idea. No one was getting hurt with that. I called Joe and asked him to set a meeting for me with the man Charlotte was involved with. My classes ended earlier. So I decided to go to the office so my father could be released earlier. A light knock on the door of my office pulled me out of the piles of papers that were sitting in front of me.

I looked up and Joe stepped into the office along with a guy. He looked macho. Big muscles at that age, messy hair, and light beard to show off to the women. I couldn't understand what Charlotte might have seen in him.

I gestured to him to come and sit. He looked at me with a confused look on his face. And I could see the terror in his eyes as well. He quietly came toward my desk and took a seat. My phone buzzed. I grabbed my phone. Joe had sent me all the information about that man. And the reason why he was with Charlotte.

He looked a little different when he was with Charlotte. He dressed like a decent man. He didn't have that toothpick in his mouth. And his hair was also neatly trimmed and styled. I couldn't help the smirk that appeared on my face for no reason. Looked like Charlotte had a specific taste.

She liked sophistication. And she made sure nothing around her was anything less than elegant. "What's your name?" I asked him in a low tone.

"Arnold Shaw, Sir!" He replied in a respectful tone.

"Do you know why you are here today?" I was looking at his face, trying to read his facial expressions to know whether he was lying or not.

"I have no idea why I am here." He spoke and the way he awkwardly smiled, I knew he was lying through his teeth.

"You know, I hate liars. And if you want to have a future in this city, I would prefer you not to lie to me. Or I will make sure you will end up being a stripper in a low class bar." I threatened him calmly. But it was enough to shake his soul.

"Please, forgive me. I was out of the line. I know why I am here." He begged almost instantly. I couldn't help but scoff at him.

"She must have spent years shaping him up. Yet, the second day without her and he is a total jerk. What a loser!" I thought while staring at the man in front of me.

"Good! I want to know everything that you know about Charlotte. I don't care how big or small. I want to know all about her personal life." I asked him in a low tone and he was staring at me with a confused look on his face.

He was such a loser, he couldn't even understand that I was asking about his relationship with Charlotte and the personal details of their relationship. "I want to know all about your relationship, you idiot. What was she like? How did she like it? Now do you understand or should I add the word sex in my questions as well?" I asked him in an annoyed tone.

"Oh! You mean if we ever… you got it all wrong, Mr LeBlanc. Touching her, I couldn't even think about it in my dreams. Touching her one thing, she didn't even let me kiss her. She was a freak. All after the wedding. You should wait. I don't want to be a sinner." He started telling me of her thoughts over the sexual relationship and I couldn't help but be surprised by her thoughts.

"What do you mean? Why would she say all those things?" I asked and he almost laughed out loud.

"She is a religious freak. That's why. People visit church once a week or if they have confession. She goes to church every day for no reason. She says she can't let any man touch her until she is married." He replied and my smirk grew bigger. My friends and I thought it was impossible for a woman like her to exist in the twenty-first century. Yet here she was.

She was like a mighty royal Princess. Men could look at her but the only man who could touch her, would be her husband. "I am the only one who can touch her." The thought made my chest grow wider with pride.

"Alright then, now tell me why you were with her. You don't look like a patient guy. In fact, you are one of the men who would taste a woman and move forward the next day." I asked him and he suddenly went pale. He definitely didn't want me to know his secret.

Joe pushed his chair a little and he jumped. "Isn't it obvious? She is stunning, elegant and loaded. I thought I could have the business after marriage since her father left it for her. But she gave it to her brother." He replied and I could only shake my head in disappointment. Men like him sickened me.

"But you still stayed with her! Why?" I asked, I knew there was more to that story.

"You are right. I would have broken it off the same day I learned that she gave her business to her brother. But then I heard her plans for the future. She is a born genius. She wants to become a lawyer. Do you know geniuses like her, they play with gold and pearls in that field." He replied to my question and I raised an eyebrow at him.

I grabbed my cheque book and signed a cheque for him. "I am paying you extra to humiliate Emily the same way she is humiliating my wife in front of everyone. I just want you to tell the truth out loud." I informed him as I added an extra zero to the total sum.

He looked at the cheque and I saw him drooling like a dog. "What if I refused to tell everyone that Charlotte didn't let me touch or kiss her?" He boldly asked me. The moment I turned my glare in his direction, he zipped his mouth.

"Then Joe will take you to somewhere quiet. Tie you up and let strippers use your body until they want. While Joe will be filming everything. And once done, Joe will upload the video on the internet. So you can earn more money." I threatened him with what he feared the most. Joe did his homework well as always.

The fear in Arnold's eyes was enough for me to know that he was never gonna try and go against me ever again. I looked at Joe and Joe nodded his head. He pulled Arnold on his feet again and dragged him out of my office. I stood up and walked towards the glass wall behind me.

I could see the evening sun turning soft. And I somehow felt a little similar from inside. I never thought that there would be a woman in my life that could challenge me in such a way. I was flabbergasted the moment she started crying when I asked her about her relationship with her boyfriend. I didn't understand her back then but I knew what I actually did that offended her.

Her virginity, her purity, those were the most expensive jewels that she wore with pride. And I actually attacked her precious jewels. I was not sure why I was smiling. I married that woman to turn her life into hell as revenge for that slap that humiliated me in front of my school and every single friend of mine. And here I was, turning into heaven already.

My phone started ringing and I growled in annoyance. I grabbed my phone and my mother's name was flashing on the screen. I picked up the call. "What is it?" I asked my mother, sitting back on my chair.

"What is it? Your wife! She left you already. And what have you been doing? Nothing at all." My mother yelled at me from the other side of the line and I growled in anger.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked my mother and she began crying.

"Right after you left for the university, she left after you with a bag. I tried to stop her but she didn't listen to me. She called me names like bitch and lazy dead beat. And then she left." She replied while crying crazily. I gritted my teeth angrily and threw the phone on the ground.

"Joe! Get the car ready. We are going to the Morin mansion. That fucking gambler needs to know what's it like to take something that belongs to me." I growled loudly, knowing well that Joe was standing in front of my office. I gathered my things and exited my office, fuming in anger.