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.

CHARLOTTE'S POV:-

After the first day at the University, I finally realized that I had forgotten to ask my husband to give me money for the Uber. And I also forgot to tell my husband about my university. But I knew my brother must have remembered what was happening. I waited for thirty minutes, hoping my brother would send his car because he never let me take a bus and I hardly took Uber.

The campus was empty and I sighed in defeat. There was no one coming to pick me up. I stood up from the bench I was on. Thanks to Maggie, I knew which bus would drop me off near Benjamin's mansion. Maggie told me about the numbers of buses and their routes. Back then, I never thought it would come in handy one day.

I looked at my phone again and cursed at myself. I was the one who forgot to plug in the charger in the socket. And now my phone is dead. I couldn't contact anyone as well. Otherwise, I would have called my brother and asked him to come and pick me up. I started walking toward the bus station.

Suddenly, I started to have this uneasy feeling inside of me. As if someone was watching me from behind. In a situation like this, turning to look could be a bad idea since you could lose your pace or your balance. I remained calm and pulled my compact out. Through the mirror, I looked behind me but carefully.

I saw a creepy looking man following me. He looked almost the same age as Benjamin. Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I continued walking towards the bus station. I placed the compact in the bag and my hand went straight for the perfumed mist I had in my bag. A girl's bag is full of deadly weapons. If a girl is carrying makeup in her bag, she has everything she needs to protect herself. Though, she needs to train her mind not to freeze in moments like this.

I was grateful to Rene who didn't let my brother pull me out of the karate classes. My mother wanted me to be strong and independent. That's why she got me admitted to a karate school when I was only 4. The creep got closer to me and grabbed my free hand. I snatched my hand from his grasp and with my other hand, I pulled my mist bottle out and sprayed it on his eyes.

"Ugh! My eyes! You stupid bitch!" He growled at me and tried to grab my hand. But I punched him in the face. I tried to punch him again but this time, he held onto my wrist.

"Playing hard to get, huh? I like that. I heard you like big dicks. How about I give you a look of mine." He growled at me angrily. I pulled my wrist from his grasp. But he pushed me on the ground. With that, he stood in front of me, trying to unzip his pants. Before he could bring his fly down, he was slapped hard on his face.

"You dare touch my woman!" A known growl rang in my ears and turned around. A relieved smile appeared on my face as I saw Benjamin standing behind me. He extended one of his hands toward me. I quickly took his hand and he pulled me up on my feet.

"Mr LeBlanc! I had no idea she was involved with you. Or I would never have approached her in the first place. I didn't know she was your bitch." The creep started begging Benjamin but that was the least of my concerns. My ears stood when he called me names.

"What did you just say?" I asked him, glaring at him.

"Why didn't you tell me you are Mr Leblanc's bitch?" Instead of answering my question, he called me those words again. Anger rushed through my veins and I saw red. I took a step closer to him and kicked him hard where the sun didn't shine.

Clutching onto his crotch, he was groaning in pain. "Now you will forever remember to respect women other than your mother. You filthy animal. Did you really think I would like to be seen anywhere near you? You are nothing but a disgrace to your mother." I growled at him angrily then I spat on his face.

"Let's just go, honey. Filthy things like him can spread their germs everywhere." With that, I grabbed Benjamin's hand and pulled him away from that creep. I could see his car parked at the corner of the alley. We walked toward his car. He unlocked the car for me and I hopped in quickly.

That's when I realized how terrified I was after the whole scene. My hands were shaking and my heart was pounding against my chest. Easier said than down, I realized how wrong I was. No matter how much you prepare your mind for incidents like that, your body just freezes when the time comes.

Benjamin touched my shoulder and I almost jumped. "Are you alright?" He asked me in a concerned tone. But my ego became a wall between me and him back then.

"Yeah! What the freak would happen to me. I am fine." I replied to him proudly. I was taking deep breaths to calm myself down.

"Why didn't you tell me about your university?" He asked me and I had to pinch my thigh so I wouldn't end up slapping him hard on his face.

"Are you kidding me? Last night, you called me a slut and this morning, you left before I woke up. When was I supposed to tell you, in your dreams or something? I don't have magical powers." I yelled at him angrily. I wrapped my arms above my chest and turned my face toward the window. I was just so angry at everyone, I didn't want to talk to anyone at that moment.

Thankfully, he didn't ask me anything after that. He just started the car and started driving. He pulled in front of the mansion. I tried to open the door but the door was locked. I turned to glare at him. He was shamelessly smirking at me. "Open the car." I growled at him angrily.

"Nope! Talk to me first." The smirk on his face was bothering me so much. I wanted to claw his smirk so he would never be able to smirk at me again.

"I said, open the door. I don't want to talk to someone as selfish, idiotic and disgusting as you." I growled at him angrily. The smirk was wiped off of his face and an angry growl echoed in the silence of the car.

"You call me that again and I will kiss you until you pass out." He growled at me angrily. He tried to grab my hand but I fooled him. I unlocked the car and hopped out.

"You disgust me. I will not be talking to you ever." Howling at him, I walked into the mansion. I came face to face with my mother in law. The shocked look on her face made me frown in confusion.

"And what are you looking at? Haven't you seen me before?" I growled at her and walked away. Her eyes remained on me as I climbed up the staircase and vanished into my bedroom.

"My bedroom, or his?" I thought in confusion, placing everything back into its place. "Eh! He married me. Now everything that he owns belongs to me as well." I spoke out loud for my inner self to hear those words loud and clear. I grabbed a pair of casual clothes and walked into the bathroom. I just wanted to soak myself in nice warm water.

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"I just can't understand this man at all. He wanted me to tell him about my university. But my question is, when could I possibly tell him about that. He didn't even stay to apologize to me." I was sitting at the church, talking to father John. I just wanted to tell him everything that was starting to become a heavyweight on my chest.

Did you try telling him that?" He asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"I told him that I couldn't tell him if he was not around to listen." I replied to father John in a low tone.

"Not that, sweet child! I am asking about the apology you expect from him. Did you tell him that his words have deeply hurt you and you expect him to apologize for his harsh words?" Father John elaborated his question and I frowned.

"I mean I told him that he disgusted me. And that he had hurt me. He should understand that he owes me an apology." I replied to father John naively. Father John chuckled and began shaking his head.

"It looks to me that you have also been a very bad wife to him." Father John told me and I pouted angrily.

"That's because he is not a good husband at all. He called me bad names. He asked me how many times I had slept with Arnold. Couldn't he see it from my face, that I was a pure woman." I tried to defend myself but deep inside, I knew I was doing the wrong thing.

"No, Sweet Child! You need to be good so the others will be good with you as well. A woman is made of endurance and love. Men are not that strong. If you want to be treated like a queen, you should start treating your man like a king." Father John tried to explain it to me and I narrowed my head.

"You said it yourself, he didn't try anything. That means he respects your boundaries. It's a good sign." Father John added and I frowned.

"What am I supposed to do? He opens his mouth and I get angry." I was clenching my fists hard as I told Father John how I felt.

"Did you marry him on your own free will or were you forced?" Father John asked me and I sighed.

"I made that decision on my own." I replied honestly. My brother only asked me if I could do it. I was never forced.

"Then you should respect your decision. You should try being nice to your husband if you want him to be nice to you as well." Father John told me and I sighed.

I nodded my head, I knew father John was just trying to help me. That's why I came to him. "How about you go back home and cook something for him. Not breakfast, but lunch. Make him lunch so when he eats it at work, he will remember you." Father John added in a low tone and I nodded my head.

Back at home, we were all sitting on the dining table. Mrs LeBlanc was shooting daggers at me but I didn't care at all. "I am leaving. I have to take care of something before I get to University. That's why Joe will be dropping you today. You can come back with me." Benjamin informed me as he stood up and walked away. I turned my gaze toward my plate and that's when I remembered his lunch.

I went to the kitchen then ran after Benjamin. "Benjamin, wait!" I called him from behind and he turned around to look at me. I held the box in front of his eyes and he raised a brow at me.

"What's that?" He asked me as he took one of the boxes from my hands.

"I was making lunch for myself. I made a little more so you can also have home cooked lunch." I replied to him, trying to sound flat if not sweet. Father John forbade me from talking bitterly with him.

"Did you poison it or something? Why are you being nice to me all of the sudden?" He asked me bitterly and shattered my heart again.