6 weeks ago

Ruth's POV

"It's Adrian Delacroix, the only child of the late Mr and Mrs Delacroix. Today he came with his stunning wife Ruth Delacroix. They are so perfect for each other, a match made in heaven truly." A reporter commented.

Adrian and I are attending a red carpet event, of course we had to act like the perfect couple for public image because that's all what I am for in the eyes of my husband.

He needed my beauty and perfect body for his image and I needed the life his money had to offer. Our marriage is that of convenience but sometimes I can't help but want more from my husband than his cold behavior when we were alone or hiding behind the walls of our home.

He even had the domestic servants sign a nondisclosure agreement just so they don't expose us.

His hand around my waist tightened, he smiled lightly at the camera and waved, I did the same, waving at them.

"Mr and Mrs Delacroix, when are you going to start making a family? You've been married for what? A year now?" A reporter asked, he brought the mic so close to my face.

Adrian pushed it away lightly, acting like a gentleman and then he pulled me even closer to his side as if shielding me from the mic.

"Having children has always been my dream, my wife and I are planning to start a family very soon." He responded as politely as ever.

"Wishing you two all the best, with your perfect looks, I'm a hundred percent sure your children will be perfect as well." The reporter said laughing.

Adrian joined the reporter while I just smiled, looking as happy as I could. Faking it on camera was an easy task for me because I've been doing it for a while.

"We have to go now, my wife has been standing for hours, I know how uncomfortable heels can be." Adrian said gently.

A few reporters awwed, some stared at me with envy but I just smiled.

We stood for one last picture before Adrian guided us to the car. Like a gentleman he opened the car door for me, I muttered a thank you, smiling at him sweetly. He rounded the car and joined me.

The facade we had been putting up dropped, my husband's face turned cold, he pulled out his phone, completely ignoring my presence.

I feasted my eyes with the passing images on the tinted car window. When we arrived what was meant to be our home but instead it felt like a suffocating prison, he spoke;

"We are going to start a family, I want children." It sounded more like an order.

Don't get me wrong, I want children, I love them but the way he spoke made me angry. I don't want to bring children into this world to suffer the same fate as me, I don't want my children to pretend like they are living a happy life.

"Okay." I responded. I didn't have the courage to complain, I didn't have the right to argue because I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to this marriage.

A week later, I got a call from a hospital. My husband was involved in an accident. Yes Adrian is cold and aloof, he doesn't give a damn about me but I still care about him, he is my husband after all.

So here I am pacing the corridor outside the emergency room barefoot, my hair looks like a bird's nest, my eyes are puffy from crying too much.

The doctor came out an hour later, "How is my husband?" I asked.

"Your husband is okay, he sustained some minor injuries, he is going to be transferred to a VIP room and then you can see him." The doctor said.

I breathed out in relief, I thanked him twice. Adrian was wheeled out of the emergency room, he was still unconscious, the doctor said it was the anesthesia that I shouldn't worry about it so I believed him.

When Adrian regained consciousness, he had this distant look on his face, he became even colder. I've tried asking him what the problem is but he has refused to talk to me about it.

When the nurse comes in to change the dressing on his injuries, he will change, his gaze will become soft, his words will be warm.

"The doctor said I'll be fine, you don't have to worry, Ruth." He has said one time, his fingers weaving through my hair.

He even went as far as to pull me into a kiss in front of the nurse, she had blushed and left, her cheeks crimson.

I couldn't stand it anymore so I went to the doctor to inquire what the problem was.

"Like I've explained to your husband, Mrs Delacroix, there's nothing to be worried about, he is fine. Actually I just signed his discharge form, you can take him home today." The doctor said as politely as he could.

"If you say so doctor, thank you." I picked up the fruit basket I had brought with me and placed it on his desk. "Thank you so very much for helping my husband."

"It was nothing Mrs Delacroix, I was just doing my job."

I shaked hands with the doctor one last time and left.

"I heard the doctor said I have been discharged." Adrian said, when I walked in. He sounded sweet and polite but the problem is there's no one in the room except for him and me.

That's what I thought until a nurse opened the bathroom door.

"Oh Mrs Delacroix, thank God you are here. Your husband has been discharged, I've already packed his bags." She brought a wheel chair, "This is for him."

"He has refused to sit on the wheelchair but it's our hospital's policy, we can't let him walk out on his own, please talk to him." The nurse explained.

Of course I had to step in as the sweet wife, I took hold of his hand and sat at the edge of the bed gracefully.

"Babe, it's hospital policy, you can't walk out of here on your own. Do you want her to lose her job?" I asked.

"Of course not, I don't want that." Adrian said.

"Then don't be disobedient, do as she says." I caressed his cheeks lovingly, his hand on mine.

I pushed him out of the hospital, the nurse was carrying his bag. When we arrived at the parking lot, I could spot a few reporters taking pictures of us. I think Adrian did too because he once again placed his hand in mine.

There are already pictures of his accident on the news paper, pictures of me outside the emergency room that day, barefoot, puffy eyes and scattered hair. I was called every man's dream wife. People said I didn't bother about my perfect look when I heard my husband was in danger.

The driver helped me put his bag in the trunk of the car while I helped him to his feet and helped him get into the car.

I thanked the nurse and waved her goodbye, the moment I shut the door, the cold atmosphere returned, Adrian was back to being cold.

One day I had decided to cook dinner for Adrian, he had gone back to work and I thought why not? So I cooked for him, got dressed, applied makeup and sat on the dining table.

I waited but he didn't show up, he didn't come back home. Two days later Adrian still wasn't back home, I got worried and I called the police, they told me not to worry and that was it.

My husband was missing and the information the police provided wasn't helping me at all. I waited and hoped until I stopped waiting.

I sat on my bed in my night dress scrolling through social media, this was the last thing I remember. When I woke up again it was past eleven PM. "When did I fall asleep?" I wondered to myself.

Present Day

Ruth's POV

I woke up feeling sore and tired and I wasn't complaining. I heard the bathroom door open, Adrian stepped out fully dressed, when he looked at me something had changed or rather things had fallen back to place.

The coldness in his gaze had returned, he was back to staring at me coldly. "Adrian I-"

He walked out on me, I sat confused wondering what was happening. I thought my life was finally changing for the better, I thought Adrian was about to start being a good husband to me, I guess I was wrong.

I laid back down and wrapped myself in the duvet, I couldn't fight the tears that fell freely.

"I can't take this anymore, I want out, I can't handle this life." I cried out but what can I really do? Our contract stated that I can't file for a divorce unless he cheated or raised his hands on me so I'm stuck.

Adrian has never cheated on me and he has never raised his hands on me, so I can't file for a divorce.

I cried myself back to sleep, when I woke up the sun was already up. I pushed myself out of the bed and dragged my legs to the bathroom.

I sat in the bathtub reminiscing about yesterday's sex, it was wild, it was what my body craved for not the boring sex we used to have.

By the time I was done, Adrian was gone, he had probably gone back to work.

I had breakfast alone, it tasted like chalk in my mouth but I had to eat because my body needs it.

I received a text message from Amelia, she was inviting me over for afternoon tea. Amelia is the wife of one of Adrian's investors. He had pushed me to become friends with her because he wanted the world to see that I was close with his circle.

I seriously didn't want to go, my body needed rest but I had to so I responded with a yes.

Not wanting to embarrass my dear husband. I wore a white sleeveless mini-gown, curled my hair and let it fall gracefully on my back.

For accessories, I chose a simple pearl necklace, plain but elegant earrings and bracelet. I wore red ankle strap heels and a red purse.

I wore a no makeup makeup look, it was simple and soft. I texted Adrian to let him know I was going out for afternoon tea with Amelia.

He responded with a bland and cold okay, I didn't know what I expected from him. The drive to Amelia's mansion was quiet and peaceful, I shut my eyes enjoying the quietness.

"We are here ma'am," the driver announced.

I thanked him and went down, Amelia was standing outside and she wasn't alone.

"Ruth," Amelia muttered, opening her hands for an embrace.

"Good afternoon Amelia," I managed to smile.

"I'm so happy you could make it. This is Alexa, she's my brother's wife, there are others already inside, let's go in." She said sweetly.

Others? I thought it'll just be the two of us. She introduced me to six other women and two young girls.

While they sat and chatted my head was somewhere else, I'd occasionally smile and hum just so they would think I was interested in whatever thing they were saying.

"My husband is awesome but he can't compare to Adrian Delacroix, Ruth you are so lucky to be married to him." A lady I have forgotten her name said.

She eyes me through her lashes, a fake smile plastered on her face.

"Well what can I say? I'm blessed." I smiled back, picked up my teacup and took a sip.

"I wish I was in your shoes, the only thing my husband is good at is cheating. He doesn't look at me the way Adrian looks at Ruth." Another said.

"Last month's red carpet event, you need to see the way he was staring at Ruth, his eyes were always on her. When Ruth was chatting with another man, I could see the jealousy dancing in the depth of Adrian's eyes."

I was called here to listen to them sing praises about my husband? It would have felt differently if everything was true but it wasn't. They are all jealous of the wrong couple.

The evening tea went on until evening, I wanted to leave but didn't know how to tell them without sounding rude.

A maid came and whispered something into Amelia's ears, she beamed and blushed lightly, waving the maid away.

"Ruth, your man is waiting for you outside." Amelia said.

The other ladies started murmuring. I managed to bring color to my face, lowered my head and smiled, trying to act shy before excusing myself.

When I saw Adrian again I was confused, the look in his eyes now is different from this morning.

The moment I reached him, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply, taking me by surprise. His tongue prying my lips open.

I heard gasps behind us, I guess the ladies followed me to watch the show. I wrapped my hand around his neck and deepened the kiss. Adrian is taller than me so I had to stand on my toes.

After the kiss he whispered in my ears "I guess I wasn't rough enough last night, because if I was you wouldn't be here, you'd be home on the bed unable to move."

This time I didn't have to fake it, I buried my face in his chest, confused yet aroused. What is happening to him, why the change of behavior? By day he is the man I've come to know and by night he is someone else.

With his hand securely on my waist he turned to the ladies and said; "Sorry but I have to steal my wife."

"Please, Mr Delacroix, go ahead." Amelia said.

Adrian suddenly lifted me off the ground, taking me by surprise, I held him tightly. Refusing to let go, clinging to this side of him.

Ruth's POV

The moment we were in the car, I expected him to shove me aside and return to his cold self but to my surprise, Adrian captured my lips, he wasn't gentle at all.

He went all in with everything he's got.

I tried to push him away because I wanted us to talk, I wanted to know what's going on. "Adrian, wait."

But he didn't listen, his mouth was all over me, seeing as there was nothing I could do, I caved in.

"Where's your driver?" I asked breathlessly.

"I sent him away with yours, I want to be the one taking you home today."

His words melted my heart and still made me scared because what if he wakes up tomorrow and goes back to his old self.

Adrian lets go of me, "Let's continue this at home."

He drove us home, his one hand on the wheel while the other was on my thigh caressing it gently.

It was first an innocent touch until it became not so innocent, his hand crawled all the way to my panties, he touched the fabric and smiled.

"You are wet for me Ruth," his eyes were on the road when he spoke.

I clamped my legs together, heat crawled to my face, "Adrian please focus on the road."

He chuckled and removed his hand. I bit my bottom lip and shifted, focusing my gaze on passing images outside.

When arrived at the house, Adrian tossed the car keys to the driver, "Park the car properly," he said before scooping me off the floor and carrying me straight to the bedroom.

He sat down with me still in his arms, his hands on my ass while he devoured my mouth.

He shifted my lingerie to the side, his index finger circled my pussy hole. I moaned in his mouth.

His finger slid into my hole slowly, I was trying to focus on the kiss and his finger inside my wet hole.

"Open your eyes Ruth." He ordered but I was too deep into the pleasure I was receiving to obey him.

His fingers crisscrossed inside my hole stretching painfully. My eyes flew open while my brain tried to figure out when he doubled his fingers.

"I said you should open your eyes." He circled my throat, his eyes locked to mine.

His fingers moved savagely in and out of my pussy, I was a gasping mess, I wanted to shut my eyes and enjoy the pleasure but his eyes were holding me captive.

"Adrian, Adrian." Was all I could say while he fucked me with his fingers.

"You feel that?" He asked, "You feel my fingers fucking you?"

"I do Adrian, I do."

I held on to him for my dear life. Just when I was about to cum, he pulled out his finger and smirked.

"Not so fast princess." He muttered.

He came close, his mouth in my ear, "Don't worry about the dress, I'll get you a dozen more." He whispered huskily.

"Huh?" The sound of my dress being ripped off my body made me yelp.

"Adrian," I cried out, "This is one of my favorites."

"I said I'll get you a dozen more."

The next thing I knew, I was on the bed, my legs hanging on his shoulder. He carefully pulled down my lingerie and tossed it to the ground next to what was left of my dress.

He took off his tie, "Give me your wrists," he ordered.

Obediently I gave him, he tied my hands together and placed them above my head, "Let them stay there. If they come down, you are going to be sorry."

The way he said it made me scared but yet I was tempted to try and see what he'll do but I didn't, at least not yet.

He stepped out of the bed, with his eyes locked to mine, he slowly stripped himself. His dick stood pointed and veiny, I swallowed, he was handsomely made.

He carried my legs and placed them on both sides of his shoulder and then lifted me up. My waist was suspended in the air while my back was on the bed.

He sat, his eyes on my juicy pink pussy. He started off slowly, his tongue running circles around my clit. My fingers clasped together, pleasure touching every bone in my body.

His warm mouth covered my clit, he sucked and pulled, nibbling on the sensitive flesh.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, toes coiled and crossed against each other.

He kept on nibbling and sucking my clit, lapping on the juice from my pussy. I thought I was going to lose my mind, especially when his fingers invaded my hole.

I saw stars, the pleasure tearing through me. "Adrian I want your cock." I muttered impatiently.

"Be patient for daddy, princess." He muttered against my pussy hole.

He curled his fingers up, his fingers pressing against my urethral sponge. I lost it, I didn't know what else to do so I brought my hands to his hair and shoved his face down my clit where he was still sucking.

"I told you not to bring down your hands, why did you disobey me princess?" He pulled out his fingers in my pussy and stopped nibbling on my clit. I was this close to losing my mind.

"I couldn't contain myself." I muttered.

"You asked for it Claire, I told you, you were going to be sorry if you brought down your hands from where I placed them."

The next thing I knew I was lying flat, spread across his legs, my ass was being kissed by the evening wind.

"What are you going to do-" A cracking sound tears through the air.

He spanked me, Adrian spanked my ass and it felt so good.

"Are you going to disobey me next time?" He asked, spanking me again.

"No," I moaned.

"No who?" He asked, his hand kissed my butt cheek again.

"No daddy." I huffed out.

"Good girl." He said still spanking my ass.

"Adrian please," I begged.

"What do you want, Princess, tell me." His hands caressing my butt cheeks.

"I want you." I muttered.

"Where do you want me?" He asked again.

"I want you inside me please, I want to be filled with your cum."

"Good girls get what they ask for."

He placed me on the bed, my hands still tied together. He placed a pillow in-between my stomach and the bed and pulled my ass up.

I waited for impact but nothing came, I was beginning to wonder if he was just toying with me until all of a sudden he thrust deep inside of me.

"Fuck!" I yelled, "Oh God Adrian!"

"See how beautifully your pussy is taking my cock?" He asked, slamming roughly inside me, his thighs hitting my butt cheek.

"I do, it's taking you in so good." I confessed.

Adrian fucked me so hard that I couldn't speak, I couldn't moan, the pleasure too overwhelming I ended up crying.

I didn't know how many times I came last night, I didn't know how many times he fucked or how I ended up falling asleep.

The sound of people arguing downstairs was what woke me up. I wanted to continue lying down because I felt so sore but I couldn't because I could hear Adrian arguing with someone.

I forced myself, taking the bathrobe that way lying carelessly on the dressing table and wore it.

I supported myself, limping all the way downstairs.

"Adrian what's going on?" The arguing suddenly stopped when they heard my voice.

I switched on the lights to see who he was arguing with this late.

What I saw made my throat dry, I didn't know if I was imagining things, what am I seeing? I know I'm not drunk so why am I seeing two Adrians?