Married to Jerk Ceo

Tristan Quartararo stared intently at Sophia Walters, who assumed his wife's status just a few hours ago. Out of his eye, he could see the woman sobbing on the bed with an almost innocent body.

At first, everything seemed perfect. Tristan and Sophia managed to steal the public's attention because of their spectacular appearance.

Many guests from various circles and social strata attended the lavish reception that had just been held. Not a few media crews from multiple news portals covered this sacred moment.

However, that happiness did not last long. The beautiful wedding that had just passed suddenly turned into a disaster. When entering the bridal chamber, Tristan, initially warm, unexpectedly turned 180 degrees into the cold as ice in Antarctica.

Tristan, The man, did not hesitate to intimidate his wife. He kept trying to move forward, approaching as if ready to pounce on Sophia, who was almost defenseless because she was overcome by fear.

"For God's sake, Tristan, stop your madness. Please don't come any closer! You've hurt me," Sophia sobbed. She held the gray blanket tightly to avoid falling off her body. At the same time, Tristan seemed the least bit concerned. He quickly removed his coat without further calculations and removed the white shirt that wrapped his muscular body. Throwing in all directions without diverting the ocean-blue eyes from the target he had been aiming for.

Slowly but surely, Tristan crawled up onto the bed. When the woman was preparing to run, he quickly blocked her. Pulling back its prey, then locking the slender body until it lay helpless.

"Where are you going, honey?"

The short question was able to make Sophia shudder even more in fear. Her heartbeats beat against each other, giving a feeling of infinite horror.

"I won't let you run from my side, Sophia. Never!"

Sophia shook her head several times. She tried her best to get out of the confines of Tristan's body, which was so strong. But it's still useless.

Her efforts were not in the least fruitful. Yes, Sophia lost power. Even when Tristan gripped her hands tightly, she couldn't do anything but act resignedly and burst into tears.

"Please, let me go," she squeaked for mercy.

She couldn't hold back the tears rolling down her smooth cheeks. How could I not? The man known to be so gentle tonight transformed into another figure, like a demon. Completely different from the one she had previously known.