[Story] Attitude meets Arrogance – S01 E33

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 33

Ciara’s POV

I had the whole day with the love of my life and that was the best gift I could ever ask for..

I wish time would standstill and let me spend my forever on Jaxon’s arms…

Jordan locking me up in the morning was a blessing in disguise. Because of his heartless act he sent me straight to my love’s arms…

When we got into the house, it was midnight..We found almost the family waiting for us apart from Chloe and the daughter in the hallway walking around in circles…

The venomous look on Jordan face made a chill sweat ran down my spine…

When he began walking towards us, I felt fear threatening to crush me…

“Hey darling…” He hugged me and my mouth gaped open in shock..

Did he fall and hit his head???

“Love???You are not mad…” Jaxon asked not believing either…

He moved back, pulled Jaxon’s jacket off my shoulder and placed his..

“Here…” He threw it at him…

Why was I trembling???

“So where have you been guys???” He shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Yeah where were you guys???..We have been looking for you and your phones were off…” Mason stated…

The atmosphere was uncomfortable and I just wanted to disappear in thin air…

“Our phones are in our rooms, we didn’t feel like taking them with us…” Jaxon replied while I stood there like a statue..

“Don’t tell me you two were planning to run away???” Sophie chuckled…Thinking it was a joke but she had made everything worse…

When I looked at grandmother’s and mother’s eyes they seemed disappointed. They didn’t say anything but just look at the drama that was gonna unraffle soon.

“Darling are you drunk???” He asked smelling the alcohol in my breath and I nodded..

“We went hiking then to Karaoke club where we had fun with our friends..Right Ciara???” Jaxon sneered.

“Yeah, we just went out to have fun…”

“That’s okay

. I am happy you had fun.” He got something from his pocket. At first I thought it was gun.

Silly me, how could it fit in there???

“Here are the keys to your new car..” He placed them on my hand.

“But I don’t need a car…” I stammered…

“Just see it as your wedding gift..From your husband…” He c-ressed my cheek and my face fell faster than a vomit..

I felt disgusted with the thought of us even cuddling..

“You seem tired and tipsy so let me carry you to our room..” He smiled forcibly and took me in his arms…

Smart move Jordan you acted like a good spouse infront of your family and I was the bad one…

“Jordan don’t dare do anything stupid…” Jaxon threatened but Jordan just smiled pressing his lips on mine, “She is my life…”

As we walked on the stairs, I felt like screaming for help…I wasn’t sure what he would do to me in our room…

When we got there, he placed me carefully on the bed and handed me my phone…

“You should turn it on, people might try to look for you. Especially your husband…” He spoke calmly…

Everything felt out of place…What was he planning??? Did the bed have a timer bomb, did he suffer from Amnesia??? What was happening???

He took off his clothes, got into the bathroom took like an hour in there and when he came out he was him. An angry bitter man…

“If you want to say something say it…” I stated wanting to walk past him into the bathroom when he pushed me roughly to the wall..

“What did I say about you staying away from Jaxon???” He glared at me with hatred in his cruel dull eyes..

“So your plan was to make me look bad infront of your family…”

“You went hiking, got drunk and came home at midnight. Who do you think you are???” He squeezed my mouth..

“You wanna know the truth, I am the girl whose life you have ruined. A girl who had a normal life until she met you. A girl who hates you with all her heart and you are the last thing she ever wants to see…” I sneered and he dropped his hand from my mouth and moved back..

His face froze in a glassy stare of terror…

“What about how I feel??? will people say???” He bit his lips, his eyes were teary.

“That’s your business…”

“You think I want this,” He walked closer to me, “All I want is your respect. I know you hate me but all I want is you to get it into your thick skull that I owe you…” He pressed his hand of my neck and begun strangling me..

“Tell me why I should not kill you???”

It was a roar of pure anger as tears broke free from his eyes…

He was crying…

“I would rather be a widower than be embarrassed by you…”

“And I would rather die than be your wife…” I struggled to speak..

For a moment I didn’t know him…His eyes had turned completely black…

Luckily my phone begun ringing and he dropped his hand, “Is your lover calling????”

..I staggered to bed gasping for air as I reached for my phone..

It was my dad calling. Why would he call me at 1 am in the morning???

“Hello Papa??”

“Who is your father??? You are disgrace. Why did you get married without following customs and traditions??”

“I didn’t want to get married like that…”

“You are a disgrace.

. Why can’t you be like your sister??? You always so what you want, I thought you will change but never..How can you get married to a man we don’t know and have the shamelessness to announce it on papers and tv indeed you are a fool. People are saying mean things about you in the village…A girl who doesn’t respect her father’s honour is a good as dead…”

“Papa, please….” Before I could explain he hanged up.

Tears broke free as rage filled my belly.. I was dead to my father because of Jordan and I was never going to forgive him..

I run to the door, my hand on the door knob when he threatened me, “Don’t dare get out of this room..”

Why should I go??? He need to hear a piece of my mind…

Jordan’s POV

Today was the worst day of my life..The Mercedes that I had imported to give to that girl had already arrived…

I knew I was rude earlier and that’s why I wanted to make it up..Yes even though I wanted her to hate me, my heart always yearned for her..

I wasn’t ready to live without her and everytime I saw her with my brother my blood boiled.. She needed to feel that for me not him who didn’t even like her…

I called her phone it was switched off, when I spoke to Carol and she told me that her and Jaxon had left together my heart shattered..

Crazy thoughts went through my mind and I felt every muscle tense as my hands begun to open and close with a quickening break…

“She can’t do this to me..When I get them, I will burn them alive..” I said me to me..

I called to report a missing person at the police station but she hadn’t missed for twenty four hours..

I tried to reach the inspector to pull the strings but he wasn’t available..

I grabbed my coat, drove around town with the hope of seeing them but nothing..I felt a certain tightness in my chest, why did I fall in love with the wrong woman???Why her???

Why was I falling for her??? Why even though I am angry at her I always think about her…

A uncomfortable premonition of fear pervaded my senses, “I needed to rip her out of my chest, he loved my brother..” I cried out to myself …

“No,You can’t give up. You can’t lose her too, fight for her…”

“Jordan Marcias always gets what he wants. Show her your wrath.”

“Don’t force things, she might hate you more..”

“Be gentle and loving…”

There was a debate between my heart and mind.

My heart wanted me to win her over but my mind wanted me to get her the Jordan’s way..

For a moment when it reached 9 o’clock I mistrusted my brother. What if he ran away with my wife??? What if he is also falling for her???

I wanted to shout, have a tantrum and beat my hands on the ground like a toddler..

I wanted to vent my anger on something before it drained the little light I had left in me..

I grew restless as time went by but chose to act like a caring worried husband infront of my family though inside I was an enraged beast..

Finally they walked in, laughing like their lives depended on it..She looked beautiful when she laughed and I was jealous.. That was a side I never saw with her.

His leather jacket looking perfect on her shoulder now I wanted to kill somebody..

Act calm Jordan…Don’t let your family members see your new weakness…I tried to calm my nerves till I got out of the bathroom but as usual she provoked me..

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“Where should I go??? Do I have a place to go??? You have ruined my life and I will never forgive you…” She spoke through her teeth with a forced restraint.

She looked different…Her face had turned to hurt and anger…

I don’t know what the phone call with her father was all about but she looked shattered…

“Do you think I want to live with you???? I hate the sight of you???”

“I hate you too Jordan Marcias..Because of you, I got married without following our traditions and customs and now I am dead to my father..Do you know the shame I have brought to our family???” Her raw voice was brutal to my ears, “I hope you never know peace because you don’t deserve anything good in this life..”

Her words sunk down into my chest as my throat held back something between a sob and a shout…

I wanted to sooth her but didn’t find the words to…

“I would have rather died than be married to a heartless monster…” She bent forward where she sat on the floor and pressed her palms to the carpet and began to cry with a force of a person vomiting in all fours…

I wanted to hold myself back, go lock myself in the bathroom but it was painful to see her like this…

I went down on my knees beside her but she started hitting me.,”You are a monster. I hate you…”

I wish I wouldn’t be the devil himself in her eyes but what can I do??…I took hold of her hands and embraced her letting the torrent of tears soak enough through my shirt…

Slowly I felt her free her clenched fists…I ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to calm the silent war In her…

For once I felt complete, with her in my arms I felt on top of the world…I wanted her to lie on there the whole night.

No, I cant give to this madness. I must control myself…

She cried and cried and fell asleep on my chest…

I carefully carried her to bed and tucked her tight..

Seeing her so helpless broke me inside…

I stroked her cheek and kissed her on the forehead.. I could feel my lips being pulled to her but I had to fight the urge…

I swore never to love again and I wasn’t ready to break that promise…

I will stay awake all night and watch her sleep because I am sure by morning she would be back to her old self…

“I am sorry my Ciara…”

After five years, I got to say a genuine sorry from the heart…

Was I so selfish???? How could I separate a daughter from a father???