Lyvanne stared at files on her desk, "Would you accept his deal?" Shaw asked. "Yes." She smirked picking up her pen on the desk. "I will make him feel the pain he made me feel, he will regret ever messing with Lyvanne Morales." ___ Lyvanne Morales never imagined that she would be in loveless marriage, given as gift to her husband by her step-brother. She devoted her life to him only for him to broke her heart by going back to his first love. She was made to served two years in jail because of her husband. Five years later, she was back as a billionaire who would stopped at nothing to bring him down to his low.
Chapter 1 The Heartbreak
"I really hope he eats my food today," a fair, beautiful lady with sensual curves, meek blue eyes, and brown hair could be seen standing beside a cutting table in the middle of a kitchen, holding a knife as she cut vegetables.
She moved from her position with a sigh as she reached the sink to wash the vegetables clean before returning to cut them.
The lady was Lyvanne, and she was currently trying to make dinner for her husband, hoping he would eat it.
Having been married to Alexander for almost two years, Lyvanne still found herself backing up her wifely duties with prayer.
As Lyvanne cut the vegetables, she recalled the previous night when she had made dinner for her husband, and how he had almost poured the hot soup on her.
Lyvanne's left hand moved to her face, her finger tracing her fair and delicate skin, her mind reeling at the thought of what could have happened if her husband had succeeded.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and her heart tugged at her chest.
She could sum it up in one word: tired.
She was tired of everything-having to try hard just to find favor in her husband's eyes, worrying constantly because she never knew what mood her husband would come back in, and praying so much just so he wouldn't be harsh on her.
As Lyvanne delved deeper into her thoughts, her hand slipped while cutting the vegetables, and a cry followed next.
"Fuck! That hurts!" she shouted, dropping the knife onto the floor as she dipped her finger into her mouth, her saliva coating it.
Her eyes raked through the kitchen, and she saw the maids bickering among themselves as they worked. She just knew they were probably mocking her-mocking her inability to be a good wife, mocking how she couldn't seem to do anything right.
Lyvanne was tired, and it showed in her demeanor. She longed for this current phase of her life to stop, for a fresh start.
Steeling herself against the tears that threatened to fall, Lyvanne moved to the sink and washed the blood from her finger, clearing the wound in the light.
She sighed, picked up the first aid box, and applied treatment to her finger. When she was done, she returned to prepare dinner for her husband, hoping that this time, he would eat it.
Lyvanne sat in the sitting room of their mansion located in the Eclipse Estate, her mind drifting back to the first time she entered the house-when the car had first driven through the estate roads to reach Alexander's mansion, and how she had been treated on that very first day.
She had thought, being a beautiful and well-behaved lady, that even if the first day of marriage wasn't good, the rest would be. But now...
Lyvanne could only laugh at her naïve beliefs back then, because not only was the first night bad, but many more nights had been too. Since that day, Alexander hadn't made any effort to be better. In fact, he had grown more distant.
Horn<<<<<
The horn of a car sounded, startling the brooding Lyvanne out of her thoughts. She removed her hand from her head and sat upright in her seat.
After a few minutes, the door to the mansion swung open, and Lyvanne sat up to see who would walk in.
As her husband walked through the entrance, coming into view, the hopeful smile that had been forming on Lyvanne's face vanished. Her expression turned moody as Alexander trudged into the living room, his body swaying from side to side.
He had been drinking again. Alcohol-something Lyvanne hated. Alexander had been coming home drunk for a few nights now, too intoxicated to function like a proper human being.
The mood on Lyvanne's face shifted from a scowl to a frown as she noticed something odd about Alexander. His shirt buttons were undone.
Lyvanne moved forward, catching his bag as he almost flung it away. She carefully placed it on one of the couches in the room, near her.
Then she tried to speak, her chest tightening as she longed to tell him how she felt-how she wanted this marriage to work, but it hadn't. How she was already tired and just wanted a break. How his drinking frustrated her. How she worked hard in the kitchen to make his dinner, fearing his anger if she didn't, yet he still wouldn't eat it. How everything frustrated her, but she wasn't allowed to talk.
Lyvanne stayed rooted to the spot, tears brimming in her eyes as she watched Alexander trudge further into the room, his legs carrying him past the dining table. That was when she snapped.
She glanced at the small bandage on the cut wound on her finger, then at the food sitting on the dining table, the meal she had spent her effort preparing.
"My efforts can't go to waste again today. He must eat the food..." she told herself, raising her hand as she looked at the wound.
"I prepared dinner for you," Lyvanne's voice came out softer than she expected.
Or perhaps exactly as she expected. She admitted she was scared. She didn't want to raise her voice too high, fearing he might become harsh with her.
Her hands clammy with sweat, she remembered the last time he had punished her-how he had locked her out of the house, forcing her to sleep in a hotel.
Alexander stopped when he heard her. His face turned sober for a second as he craned his head toward her, his legs pausing on the stairs leading to the rooms upstairs.
"What did you say?" he asked, his tone laced with sarcasm.
Before Lyvanne could even add more words to explain herself, he continued, stepping closer to her, moving away from the stairs.
"I should eat your food?"
"Yes..." Lyvanne said, her face turned down, avoiding his gaze.
She hated how afraid she had become, how soft she felt, and how she believed she would break if she did something he didn't like. She didn't want to break too much.
"Tsk..." Alexander scoffed at her weak response. He moved away from her and walked back to the stairs, but just as he was about to climb them, Lyvanne's voice came again-this time harder, stronger, and filled with emotion.
"You have to eat the food. I'm your wife and you need...to..."
But Alexander cut her off, snapping at her, his eyes blazing red with alcohol-fueled rage.
"Who do you think you are, woman?"
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