It was a beautiful evening as they both stepped out of the Ferrari parked in front of the clubhouse.

She couldn't believe she had accompanied Mr handsome to a clubhouse after so much pleas from him. He seemed new in town and doesn't know his way around.

"So here you are, I beg to take my leave," she said with humility and turned to leave.

"Stop," he ordered from where he stood.

"I..I need to be home," she stammered, trying to avoid those captivating blue eyes.

"I know. But your job is not yet done. You'll come with me as my woman," he said firmly while giving her the usual killer looks.

"What?!" She cried, looking baffled.

"Yeah, I don't want girls flocking around me. I came here only to have a drink, not for pleasure," he explained calmly.

She didn't know why she felt so good, knowing he wasn't here for the girls; and the fact that he asked her to be his woman tonight, made her feel even better.

"Are you in or not?" He asked calmly.

"Um..," she stammered, trying to find her voice.

She hated what he was doing to her. He was rude yet charming, and had his own way of getting what he wants, she thought.

"I.. I've got a big day ahead tomorrow, plus I don't club," she managed to speak while keeping her head high.

"I'll pay for whatever you need to get done tomorrow, plus, you don't have to drink with me. All you've got to do is sit beside me.

Don't worry about home, I'll drop you home," he continued in the most endearing voice that swept her off her feet.

"Yes.. I'm in," she answered sharply and pinched herself at how fast her response was. "I've messed up," she cried within herself as she walked behind him while they both headed into the clubhouse.

She was getting married tomorrow, and she didn't know how she got stuck with a man she knew nothing about. She enjoyed walking alongside him with all the sexy girls glaring at her with envy.

He's like the hottest dude in town, all the girls in the club were crazy about him. He hated how they crawled up around him, and she loved how she stood by him, wading them off. She enjoyed the attention so much that she got carried away by the moment.

They reclined at a table, and drinks filled the table in no due time.

"Who's having these?" She asked, irked by the sight of so many alcoholic drinks.

"They aren't yours to take, stick to your water and beverages. That's what suits you," he said with his usual killer smile as he opened a bottle of whiskey.

"Don't dare me," she warned, grabbing a bottle on the table.

"Don't try to impress me," he smirked, gazing at her face.

"Try me," she challenged and took a glass.

She became drunk at the third glass and she stood up immediately and grabbed him by the tie around his neck.

"I need a dance," she whispered into his face, her breath reeking of alcohol.

Without hesitating, he took her to the dance floor and they both had a crazy and erotic dance.

As the dance grew intense, he stole her away from the dancefloor, into a quiet passage where they both shared a deep passionate kiss.

"I want you tonight," he said amidst pants as he broke free from the kiss.

Without a word, she wrapped her arms around him and their lips locked again as he lifted her up from the floor.

*

She felt migraines as she opened her eyes and looked around the dim room. She flinched at the sight of the able-bodied man lying at the other side of the bed. She quickly recalled her encounter with the man from last night and her heart skipped.

Raising off the duvet from her body, she bit her lips bitterly, seeing she was naked. She swung out of the bed immediately and grabbed her sling purse which was lying on the floor. Looking at the time on her phone, it was 3:30.am already.

"Fuck!!" She cried, realizing her wedding was just a few hours away.

How dare she have a fling with a strange man on the night before her wedding? She thought as she dressed up as calm as possible to avoid waking him up.

She tiptoed to the door and took a final glance at him as he slept gracefully on the bed.

" I hope we don't meet anymore," she said in whispers and sneaked out of the room.

*

It was dawn when he woke up and he couldn't believe she was gone.

"How dare she?" He fumed, searching from the bathroom to the closet.

Last night was pleasurable and he couldn't have enough of her. He knew she was at her drunken state but there was something amazing about her.

"A virgin," he mumbled to himself.

He sat on the bed devastated and hoping she would appear anytime soon. His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID and sighed.

"Where are you, Ryan? We're about to leave for Ryker's wedding," a calm female voice sounded from the phone.

"The Clyde's family are about to have a flash marriage?" He scoffed, scratching his stubble beard.

"Get your ass here. We're having a family photo and you don't want to miss it like you've missed the rest of them," she warned.

"I won't," he assured and hung up.

He thought about the girl from last night and sighed.

"I'll find you, no matter how long it takes," he said confidently as he picked up his jacket from the bed.

**

The limousine arrived in front of the registry hall and men in black suits opened the door for the bride to step out.

Samantha stepped out in full glamor, accompanied by her chief's bridesmaid who arranged her train on the floor.

She walked majestically towards her groom, Ryker, who was handsomely donned in a white three piece suit, with his dark long hair styled in a low bun.

He had his sunglasses on and his eyes never left her as she walked towards him, her face wearing a wry smile.

She lowered her gaze to the floor as she saw members of the Clyde's family standing behind Ryker, gossiping in low tones.

Mrs Clyde came forward, elegantly dressed in a short black fitted dress and black heels.

"Thanks for coming, my dear," her red full lips broke into a smile as she looked into Samantha's eyes.

Samantha nodded wryly and returned her gaze to the floor.

"We can now proceed," Mrs Clyde urged, turning to Ryker whose handsomely built face was stiff and cold.

Samantha heaved a sigh as he took hold of her hand, and she could feel her stomach churning within her.

They were about to step into the building when a familiar voice interrupted them, "Sorry, I'm late,".

They all turned to see Ryan, second son of the Clyde's family, adjusting the button of his black suit as he walked regally into the gathering.

Samantha's eyes bulged, and her bouquet fell off her hands as he took off his sunglasses and she recognized him as the man from last night.

Their eyes met and locked for a few seconds and Samantha's world caved in at that moment.

"You!" Ryan pointed, as he walked towards her slowly.

"What is going on, Samantha?" Ryker asked coldly while taking a slow confused glance at Samantha who managed to keep her heads high.

""Oh, her name is Samantha?" Ryan laughed and licked his lips in disbelief.

This is not happening, Samantha cried silently as she was handed back her flower bouquet by her maid of honor.

"Ryan, what are you doing?!" Mrs Clyde yelled and pulled him away.

"Are you..are you getting married to my brother?!" Ryan fired with his eyes on Samantha while being pulled away by his mom.

"Do you know her? What's going on?" Sophia and Claris asked in surprise.

Ryker tried to maintain his cool as he took a slow glance at Samantha again.

"Do you know him?" He asked in a slow but angry tone.

"I..I..I don't," Samantha answered quickly.

"Why did you drop your bouquet at the sight of him?" He continued in whispers.

She felt her heart jump into her stomach and she did all she could not to show fear. She could still see Ryker's eyes on her face, and she tried to keep a straight face.

She knew the Clyde's family too well, they wouldn't tolerate any sort of nuisance. It's over, she thought to herself as she swallowed hard.

"Ryan, why are you bent on destroying everything the Clyde's family have worked so hard to achieve?!" She heard Mrs Clyde yelling at Ryan.

"Mother..I..," he tried to explain.

"What? You wanna tell a lie about Ryker's bride just to ruin his day?" She accused him.

"Why would I?" He defended himself.

"Ryan, just leave!!" Claris yelled in his face.

"Who invited you here, you good-for-nothing son?!" Mrs Clyde yelled, hitting him the more.

He moved away from his mother and sisters who were yelling at his face and he took a final glance at Samantha whose gaze was buried on the floor.

"As usual, I guess I'll miss the family photos," he said and wore his sunglasses before walking out.

"Oh, thank goodness!!" Mrs Clyde cried and took hold of Ryker's hand.

"Take hold of your bride," she said with a smile.

Ryker looked at Samantha who was still nervous and she raised her head as soon as he took hold of her hand again.

"I'm so sorry for the inconveniences," Mrs Clyde said to her.

Samantha nodded with a wry smile as she took hold of Ryker's arms. At intervals, she looked back to see if Ryan was still watching.

"Look here," came Ryker's voice as they both stepped into the hall.

She turned to look at him and she could see the dark stare he gave her.

"If I ever find out you're telling a lie..," he said and paused.

Her heart skipped and she held onto her wedding dress tightly.

"Nevermind," he swallowed back his words and heaved a sigh.

She pinched herself and heaved a sigh of relief before continuing the walk with him.

As soon as they were pronounced husband and wife, the whole family headed home.

Samantha couldn't bear the thought of Ryan being her brother-in-law. How come she never knew about him?

She had always believed Ryker was the one and only son of Mr Clyde. Where did Ryan come from? She thought and wiped the sweat off her brows as she was led into the foyer alongside Ryker.

She looked around the house with fear written all over her body, hoping for Ryan not to show up.

"Are you okay?" Mrs Clyde asked, sensing the fear all over her body.

"No..um.. I'm fine, ma'am," she replied with a forced smile on her lips.

"You can have your seat, we'll have a little discussion about the rules of the Clyde's family," Mrs Clyde said with a serious look on her face.

Samantha nodded and took her seat beside Ryker who was already seated.

Sophia and Claris sat beside each other and Samantha could see the demeaning stare they both gave her.

"I really appreciate the fact that you showed up to be my son's bride," Mrs Clyde started with a smile.

"It's my pleasure, ma'am," Samantha replied.

"But there are conditions to meet if you really want to remain in this family," she continued.

"I'll follow all the rules, ma'am," Samantha said confidently.

"Great, you look submissive," Mrs Clyde smiled with satisfaction.

"I was brought up that way by my mother," Samantha explained.

"We didn't ask for your family story," Claris interrupted with a disgusting look on her face.

Samantha gulped and tried to keep her cool.

"Now, Sam," Mrs Clyde spoke, crossing her legs stylishly. "Rule 1, the Clyde's family would not tolerate any form of disrespect from our daughter-in-law.

Rule 2, Your role is only limited to being a full-time housewife. You mustn't engage in any form of employment, as the Clyde's family will cater for all your needs.

Rule 3, You mustn't question any activity going on in the mansion and you should learn to stick to your boundaries, as any form of poke nosing or gossiping would not be tolerated.

Whatever happens here in the mansion, dies here in the mansion.

Rule 4, you must be submissive to your husband in everything, and never get on his nerves.

Rule 5, No form of deceit would be tolerated. Am I clear?" Mrs Clyde asked with full authority.

"Yes..yes..," Samantha stammered, wondering how she could survive with all these rules.

"You heard number 4 clearly. Don't get on my nerves," Ryker repeated with a smirk that sent shrills all over her body.

"Yes..yes..sir," she replied.

"Great. The maids will accompany you to your room," Mrs Clyde said and Samantha nodded nervously.

She stood up slowly and followed the two ladies in blue uniform waiting to accompany her.

She was led up to the large staircase by the maids who were carrying her luggage. As soon as they turned into the large passageway, a firm hand grabbed hold of her and pulled her over.

"You!" His aggressive voice yelled in her face.

She looked up at his face and realized he was Ryan, the man she had an affair with last night. Her heart cringed and her world caved in as his bloodshot eyes pierced into her eyes deeply.

"Last night, we had a fling, and today you're married to my brother?!" He scowled, spewing out hot breath on her face.

She stuttered, "I..I'm..I'm.."

"No!! You can't be married to Ryker! You can't be my brother's wife!" He raged, looking aggrieved as he pulled away from her.

Ryker's dominant voice was immediately heard from the stairs, "What's going on here?"

Her feet grew cold, and realizing he must have heard their conversation, she grabbed her wedding dress firmly and took to her heels.

"Wait!" His commanding voice made her halt in the middle of the passageway. She stood stiff as she heard the sound of his shoes kissing the ground stylishly.

His presence behind her made her turn pale in the blink of an eye.

Caressing her left shoulder, he whispered sinisterly into her ears "Wifey, what did you do on the night before our wedding?".

"I..I don't..," she tried to speak, but Mrs Clyde's presence interrupted her.

"What's going on here?" She asked, looking from Ryan to Ryker who were exchanging fierce glances.

"You should ask your son to stay away from my wife!" Ryker barked.

"Ryan, are you at it again! What is your gain in ruining everything your brother worked so hard to achieve?!" Mrs Clyde cried.

"Worked so hard to achieve? When everything he has right now was clearly mine?!" Ryan scoffed.

Samantha pinched herself firmly and she swallowed hard and buried her gaze on the floor. Oh, no, the Clyde's family are going to get her killed once they find out the truth, she thought as her palm became sweaty.

"Daughter, do you recognize this man standing here?" Mrs Clyde asked, her gaze now on Samantha.

She gulped and raised her head up quickly.

"I don't know him, he must have mistaken me for someone else," she spoke confidently.

"It was you," Ryan cut in immediately.

"Who? Uh? Who?!" Ryker barked, pushing him away to the wall.

"Stop it!!" Mrs Clyde cried.

Ryan maintained his cool and dusted his suit.

"Now get out! Leave and don't ever show yourself in this mansion again!!" Mrs Clyde yelled in his face.

He took a quick glance at Samantha once again before stepping out of the passage.

"And you," Mrs Clyde turned to her immediately. " If I ever find out you're telling a lie, I'll deal with you!" She warned sternly and stormed out immediately.

She was left alone with Ryker and the maids who were watching silently.

"You heard her right, remember the rules and stick to them," Ryker warned and walked away.

She heaved a sigh of relief and held her chest tightly.

"Ma'am, can we proceed?" The maids asked and she nodded immediately.

She was taken into the spacious bedroom on the second floor of the building. She couldn't help but marvel at how spacious and luxurious it was.

As the maids helped her undress, she could see beautiful portraits of her handsome husband hung on the walls of the room and she smiled wryly.

"Anything else you'll need?" One of the maids asked.

"No, I'm fine for now," she replied quickly and they both nodded and left.

With her white sleek dress on, she jumped on the bed and thought about her encounter with Ryan. She couldn't recall so much of the sex they had last night because of her drunken state and she never wished to recall it.

His relationship with his brother seems to be quite off, and she wondered why. No doubt, they were both handsome men but Ryan's handsomeness is quite unmatched. Moments from the pleasurable night she had with him began to pour in like an avalanche and she tried all she could to wade the thought off.

She wondered why he never really spilled her secret and she hoped he continued this way. What if he tries to blackmail her? She thought and her heart flinched. She was still deep in thought when sleep crept her away on the large king sized bed.

She was woken by Ryker's unruly voice which made her jump off the bed. She wiped her eyes and saw his broad figure standing in front of the bed, looking so drunk and wasted.

"You're supposed to be naked!" He yelled.

"Na..naked?" She asked in confusion.

"This is our first night, and you don't know what happens on a couple's first night?!" He thundered.

"Oh, I..I actually forgot," she stammered as she moved backwards slowly.

She wasn't prepared for this night, and she didn't know what to do at the moment.

"Strip, now!!" He yelled, taking off his white long sleeve shirt.

His thick bare chest was exposed before her and she became scared, seeing his muscular physique before her.

"I..I am exhausted," she managed to speak.

"Exhausted?! Did you just challenge me?!" He growled and pulled her legs aggressively.

"Stop it!! Stop it!!" She screamed, banging the bed with her fists.

He pinned her on the bed with his two hands and climbed over her body.

"Vanessa would never deny me sex! Don't you ever try to do so!" He yelled and landed a heavy slap on her face.

"Who is Vanessa? Stop it, I beg you!!" She cried so loud as he stripped her dress and her panties.

"What's this?!" He grimaced, as his eyes met with the unpleasant sight of her vagina.

He rose up quickly and pulled away from her.

"Your vagina is rotten?!" He cried with disbelief.

"It's only an infection, I can explain..," she cried from the bed.

"Infection?!! And you tricked me into marrying you with a rotten vagina?!!" He cried so loud.

"I can explain...," she went with her knees on the bed.

"Mother!! Mother!!" His heavy voice trembled around the building as he ran out of the room.

"Oh, no!" She cried on the bed.

Not long, Mrs Clyde and her daughters stormed the room, alongside Ryker who was sweating profusely.

"Mother..she has a disease!!" He screamed with disgust.

"I knew it! I knew there was something off about you!!" Claris fired, walking over to her.

"How dare you trick us?!" She yelled and landed a slap on Samantha's face.

"I'm sorry..I can explain..," Samantha cried.

"Explain? Explain what? Why didn't you tell us you had an infection?" Sophia asked angrily.

"Because it was gone, I never knew it would show up again," Samantha cried.

"Why then did you trick me into marrying you?!" Ryker slammed in her face.

"I didn't trick you, I never knew it was gonna show up anymore, I thought it was gone!!" She wept seriously.

"I knew she was a golddigger!!" Claris put in.

"Enough, everyone," Mrs Clyde spoke softly.

She sat on the single sofa opposite the bed and sighed in devastation.

"Look at me, Sam," she ordered slowly without looking up.

Samantha raised her head slowly to look at her.

"Since when have you been battling with this disease?" She asked.

"Since I was a teen, but it was eventually treated and I became cured of it, until it showed up today," she explained soberly.

"Lies!! You tricked my son into marrying you because no man wanted you! Because we were so desperate to get a bride for Ryker, you jumped on the boat, believing this was your only chance of getting married. And then you tricked us, and you think you'll get away with this?" Mrs Clyde scoffed.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am," Samantha sobbed and wiped the tears off her cheeks.

"You took a great risk, Sam. You sure didn't hear about the Clyde's family before you decided to pull this stunt," Mrs Clyde continued as her face pulled into a smirk.

"Mother, don't just sit there, do something!" Ryker yelled impatiently.

"Patience, son," She motioned with her hands and turned to Samantha. "I read the rules clearly and you listened carefully. Now, for tricking the Clyde's family into marrying you, I hereby reduce you to the position of a slave. You'll no longer be given the wifely treatment. You'll render your service day and night in this mansion with minimum food and water to drink. You think you're smart? I'll show you smart," Mrs Clyde declared and stood up from her seat.

"You bitch!" Claris cried and pulled Samantha's hair while Ryker grabbed hold of her throat and began to strangle her.

"Stop it!! Stop it!! Mother, you don't want a repeat of what happened to Vanessa!!" Sophia cried and rushed towards them.

"Stop it, son. We can't afford to lose a new bride. Let her be, her punishment is enough," Mrs Clyde interfered.

"Now grab your bags and get out of my room!!" Ryker slammed.

Samantha began to gasp for breath. Seeing the deadly look on Ryker's face, she quickly stood up from the bed and went to grab a few clothes from the closet.

"To the maid's quarters, now!!" Mrs Clyde ordered and she ran away immediately.

"She must not escape from this mansion!" Ryker fumed.

"She wouldn't, that's so certain. How could I be a fool for such little fellow?" Mrs Clyde lamented in disappointment.

"How do we get rid of this bitch right now?" Claris lamented, throwing her long blonde hair behind her shoulders.

"We can't, it will arouse suspicions. We just need to give it time before throwing her out," Mrs Clyde suggested.

"You guys, do what you like, I'm out," Sophia said and walked out.

"I'm out too, going to search for a boyfriend," Claris giggled and walked out immediately.

"Mother, I'm so devastated at the moment. Our plan has been sabotaged by this bitch!" Ryker lamented as he sat beside his mother on the couch.

"Son, you don't have to worry, I always have my ways," she said, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"So what will happen now? It's clear she can't give me a child, how do I get my legitimate heir?" He asked.

"I'll send in doctor Steve tomorrow to diagnose if she's still fertile. If she's still fertile, then we'll proceed with the plan," she said.

"Oh, damn it! I can't sleep with that thing?! I can't place my cock in that rotten place!" He slammed.

"Be calm, son. If that's the only way, then you've got to do it," Mrs Clyde said.

"And what if she isn't fertile?" He asked.

"We'll go hard, she'll have to die like her counterpart," she replied with a smirk and stood up.

"It will arouse suspicions like you said," he reminded her.

"Her death wouldn't be suspicious, we'll make it less suspicious. We just hope she's fertile. There is no time left to search again, we're stuck with her," she said with a sigh.

"We just have to keep Ryan away from the mansion for now, else he'll find out the truth about father's will," he said.

"Yes, our main job is to keep Ryan away while trying to have your legitimate heir," she said with a smile.

He nodded and she patted his shoulders and walked out.