My Surrogate Wife

"Aleta, you must be willing to be a surrogate wife because your older sister ran away from this marriage!" Darian said with a stern look.

Suddenly Aleta widened her eyes at what her father said. "What?! That's impossible, isn't it?" Aleta asked with an incredulous look.

"Aleta, I has no other choice but this. You have to do it. If we don't, they will take our company. I have a lot of debt with the Desmond family. The company is the result of me hard work. Do you want your father to go to jail because I can't pay back what I owe them?!"

It all started when Darian unsuccessfully bid for a tender for his company a year ago. The funds involved were huge. Damian was not afraid to spend a lot of money because he was confident that he would win the tender.

But in fact, he failed to get the tender. As a result, Darian was forced to go into debt at the bank. Even now, his company was in a critical state. The company's finances are always slumping, leading Darian to ask the Desmond Group, Asia's number one company, for an injection of funds.

Of course the owner of the company, Aditya Maverick Desmond, put forward conditions for the deal. The condition proposed was that Darian must give his daughter in marriage to his son. Without another thought, Darian immediately accepted the condition and ordered his first daughter, Zanna, to marry First Young Master Desmond. Zanna, who was asked to marry Young Master Desmond, of course did not want to because she already had a crush.

Aleta of course could not see her father go to prison. She also did not want to see her family destroyed. She knew how hard her father had worked to build the company. Maybe this was the only way for everything to run smoothly. Even though she had to sacrifice her desire to go to college, it was okay. The most important thing was that her family was safe.

With tears in her eyes, Aleta finally nodded in agreement with her father's request.

Quickly, the marriage was arranged. Now, Aleta is officially the wife of Ansel Clovis Desmond.

***

After drying her hair with a hair dryer, Aleta came out of the bathroom in her white bathrobe. She was already at her husband's house after the wedding. From the moment she arrived at the house, Ansel did not greet her at all. He only told her where her room was and immediately waltzed into the room next to hers. She had expected this. There was no way Ansel would want to share a room with her. She was just a surrogate wife.

"For your family, it might just be an interesting game. But, one thing you need to remember. You will be punished for this." The sharp growl made Aleta scream out loud.

Ansel, who was near the bed, was silent as he heard Aleta screaming at him. He looked coldly at Aleta. But, for some reason, he could not take his eyes off Aleta who was wearing the bathrobe.

"What are you doing there?" asked Aleta with her hands still cupping her face.

"What's wrong with me being here?" Ansel asked back as he walked closer to Aleta.

Aleta took a step back. "You don't want to share a room with me," Aleta squeaked, lowering her head for fear of seeing the cold expression in Ansel's eyes.

"I don't want to share a room with my surrogate wife," Ansel sarcastically said, causing Aleta to raise her head with a surprised look. "But, even so, you still have to fulfill your responsibilities as my wife, don't you?" Ansel added, stroking Aleta's face lightly.

"B-But, i am, hmpphhh!"

Aleta's words were stopped in their tracks when her lips were sealed by Ansel's. The man kissed her lips. Not just kissing, Ansel even crushed them quickly and roughly. Aleta became overwhelmed. Because honestly, she has never had to do this. In fact, she had never even dated anyone. All these things were new to her.

Aleta smacked Ansel lightly on the shoulder as her air supply ran out. Ansel released the liplock.

Aleta's breath hitched when the lips parted. Aleta being like that somehow made Ansel even more horny. He quickly picked up Aleta's body and dumped her onto the bed.

"Ah!" Aleta squealed.

Aleta looked nervously at Ansel who was looking at her deeply. "Ansel?"

Ansel unbuttoned his white shirt one by one, revealing his broad chest and six-pack abs.

"Do we have to do this?" asked Aleta with her face downcast.

Ansel's voice was heard cooing. He lifted Aleta's face so that she could look at him. "You have to do your wifely duty, don't you?" Ansel asked.

Aleta shook her head softly. "I"

"Didn't I tell you that you would receive punishment from me?! How dare you and your family deceive me! Because of you, I have to endure shame?!" Ansel fumed with a sharp glare.

Aleta shook her head quickly. "You misunderstand! We had no intention of deceiving you at all. That incident was completely out of control. We didn't want to."

"Never mind! I don't want to listen to your explanation. Right now, you have to pay for what you and your family have done to me. You just need to remember that you are just a surrogate wife. Don't think of yourself as anything more," Ansel hissed with a lopsided smile.

Ansel kissed her lips again. Just like before. Ansel kissed her passionately. He even bit her lip. Aleta tried to escape by pushing Ansel's body away. But, because her strength was not comparable to Ansel's, Aleta finally surrendered to what Ansel was doing to her.

Ansel's hands had already begun groping her body. Squirming her body here and there. He had even made marks on many parts of her body.

Until

"Akhh! It hurts!" cried Aleta as she felt her underbelly being forcefully ripped off. Tears leaked from the corner of her eyes.

In the next second, she could feel her body rising and falling rapidly. She closes her eyes in shame at the sight of the shirtless Ansel in front of her. Ansel continues to push Aleta's body quickly, as his desire grows. He did not expect that Aleta's body would be so damned nice. Aleta's synthetic body was enough to make him horny right away. Even then, he never thought that Aleta would have such a big breast. It was enough to make his lust rise instantly.

A few moments passed until she felt a liquid enter her body. Aleta was panting because she felt her body was quite tired. Before her eyes closed from the exhaustion, she could still hear Ansel's words which were enough to make her heart feel like it was hit by thousands of needles.

"It turns out you're quite good compared to the women I've hired," he said in a cold tone.

***

Sunlight began to enter the slit of the room. Aleta woke up from her sleep.

"Shh!" Aleta squealed as she felt pain all over her body, especially on her underside which felt quite sore.

She remembered the heated struggle between her and her husband last night. It made her cheeks burn. "Stop it, Aleta! Don't think about that night anymore. It wasn't the first night of a husband and wife. Ansel didn't think of me as his wife that night. He looked at me more like a slut," Aleta muttered with a sad smile.

She certainly remembered everything her husband had said and done that night. He treated her like a slut who could be ordered whenever he wanted. Hence, Aleta did not feel the tenderness of the hot activity. There was only physical and psychological pain.

Aleta let out a rough sigh. She tried not to cry, lamenting her bad luck. She slowly climbed down the bed as her body was completely exhausted. That night, Ansel was like a hungry wolf that kept eating her body, even though she had told him to stop, he seemed to deliberately turn a deaf ear to her and continued the hot struggle until the early hours of the morning.

Limping, she walked into the bathroom to clean her body. As she stood in front of the mirror, she could see that her entire body was covered in purplish-red blotches. Who else could it be if not her husband who was so violent that night.

Not wanting to linger too long, about twenty minutes later, Aleta finally came out of the bathroom. She immediately walked towards the dressing room. She was amazed to see that the dressing room was full of clothes from various famous brands. Of course the price was very expensive. Aleta felt bad about wearing them. But she also didn't bring any clothes from home. So, she would wear one of the clothes there.

Aleta chose a peach-colored dress that was fitted and the skirt was slightly above her knees. She let her hair down freely. Afterward, she went out of her room. She thought maybe Ansel had already left for his office. But when she arrived downstairs, he was at the dining table with a cup of coffee in front of him. He was seriously looking at the iPad in his hand. She was sure that it must be about his business.

Aleta slowly made her way to the dining table and sat down. She looked back at Ansel who was still focused on his iPad screen. "Did you have breakfast?" Aleta asked cautiously.

"You don't need to act like a wife to me. I would never think of you that way. I would never love a surrogate wife," Ansel hissed and deliberately emphasized Aleta's status as a surrogate wife.

Aleta stayed where she was. Ansel's words really made her heart feel like it was pierced by thousands of needles. Although she had no feelings for the man, but anyone who received such words would surely feel tremendous pain. Which husband would insult his wife like that? That was Ansel. A figure who would never consider her to exist.

Ansel moved up from his seat and walked past Aleta unceremoniously.

"You need to remember that too. You should never interfere with my life. I don't want my personal life interfered with by strangers. I wouldn't care if you told my parents about it either," Ansel snapped as he walked back out of the house.

Aleta remained silent with her jaw hardened. She could also see her eyes turning red. Her heart was broken by her husband's words. In the end, she knew that this was bound to happen. Aleta walked over to clean up her husband's cup. Just as she was about to go to the kitchen, a voice called out to her.

"Miss Aleta!"

Aleta turned her face to the man in the black suit. "Yes, what's wrong?" she asked.

"The young master gave this to you. He said you were told to drink it quickly," he explained.

Aleta saw a brown package and took it. "Thank you," Aleta replied.

"You're welcome, Miss. If you'll excuse me," he said as he left Aleta's presence.

After the man left, Aleta opened the package and took the inside. Her eyes widened as she took the inside of the package. Her heart felt broken again. Even her tears fell heavily down her face.

"He didn't even want me to have a child with him so he told me to take these pills to delay pregnancy," Aleta sobbed. Before her sadness got the better of her, Aleta took the pills. "Okay, if that's what you want. I have no intention of getting pregnant with your child anyway," she added.

She poured some water into a glass and quickly drank the medicine. A slow smile appeared on her face. "My dream is to live a happy life. Have a high education. Have a good family. It's just a dream. I'll never have either."

***

Ansel had just entered his office. He sat down in his work chair. Just as he started to focus on his work, someone pressed the doorbell.

"Sir, it's me, Bagas!"

Ansel picked up a small remote to open the door to the room. The room was intentionally made like that. Therefore, not just anyone could enter his room.

As the door to his room opened, a handsome man in a light blue suit entered his room, Bagas Cakra Intezar. Or rather, Ansel's best friend. Bagas walked in with several files in his hand. "Sir, you're working today apparently. I thought you wouldn't be working. It's still your wedding day," Bagas said as he placed the files in front of Ansel.

Ansel gave the man in front of him a cold stare. "I told you not to use formal language when alone with me. Besides, you should know yourself why I have to work today. You think I accepted the marriage? Of course not," Ansel snapped in exasperation.

Bagas let out a harsh sigh. "But she seems like a good woman. Not like her sister. She also looks very young. I'm sure she's a lot older than you," Bagas said.

"Seven years younger than me," replied Ansel, who began to do his work.

However, after saying that his desk was hit by Bagas. Making Ansel quite surprised by what his best friend did. "What?! Seven years?! I didn't expect it to be that far. That means she's only 19 years old!" said Bagas.

Ansel smiled sarcastically. "Marrying into the Wesley family is just bad luck for me. I never wanted this. Because of them, I had to be embarrassed in front of so many people yesterday," Ansel fumed.

"I feel sad for her who has to replace her sister," Bagas chimed in.

Ansel wrinkled his forehead. "What do you mean? She has nothing to lose by marrying me. Her family would be saved. She can also become part of the Desmond family, the most respected family in the city," Ansel said.

Bagas could only smile in response to Ansel's arrogant attitude. It seemed pointless to talk about marriage with him. "Do you want to go to the club with the others tonight?" Bagas asked.

A lopsided smile appeared on Ansel's face. "Of course! I need a refreshing."