Fate's Dark Side Chapter 245

"I did not do this, Max. You have to believe me," I said, and he shook his head.

"How can I? You never wanted her here. You asked me to reject her. You have been cold towards her. I also learned you do this often. You bully and sometimes beat her when I am not home. My men confirmed it," and I realised there was a ganging up against me. The sinister look in Max's eyes made me know that I would not win.

He dragged me out of the house to the back.

He was fuming with rage, and I wondered where he was taking me to.

"She is pregnant, Ave, she is fucking pregnant!" he said, dragging me with him, and I tried to defend myself, but he used his authority on me, forcing me to comply.

Tears streamed down my eyes.

"Please, Max, please. I did not do it. She is lying," I said in tears.

"She has no reason to lie. I treat her well. You, on the other hand, feel you have been wronged. I wouldn't have believed her if my men did not corroborate her story." He said; he pushed me into the garage and locked the door, then I watched him wear thick rubber gloves and wound a silver chain around his hand. I wanted to run, but he commanded me to remain. He was livid.

"You beat a defenceless woman and used silver to make sure she feels the pain and does not heal quickly. I also learned this isn't the first time. If she had not passed out, I wouldn't have known. Michelle had told me you hated her. I did not realise it was this bad," he said, and tears began to stream down my cheeks.

"Better pray she does not lose the baby, Ave, or it will worsen. Now shift!" he commanded me.

He beat Mia with the chain until we passed out...

The garage became my discipline room, and soon it became a norm.

He would lock me up there for a day or two without food.

Sometimes he would be sweet and loving towards me, and then Michelle would lie against me with the help of his men guarding our house, and then he would relapse and take me to the garage.

That became my life until he gave me to the northern soldiers...

***

I woke up panting, relieved that the beating was a dream. I had a nightmare of that garage and silver chain, which still had the same effect on me. Marcel woke up and held me while I cried.

"It's okay, darling, it was just a bad dream," he said, gently rubbing my back and kissing my neck.

"He can never hurt you gain. I promise," he said, and I cried and held him.

It had been a while since I dreamt about Max; why did I dream about him this night?

Marcel held me, and I kissed him.

He returned the kiss with passion and started taking off my nightgown to make love to me. I wanted it.

"Let me bring you back to the present," he whispered, burying himself into me, and the pleasure shock went straight to my head.

The dream was a distant memory as Marcel took me to great heights, reassuring me of his love.

We went to the sports arena early the next day, and our men went to handle state matters leaving Tamia, Katya, Stephanie, Linda and me in the booth.

Stephanie, Katya and Tamia went to watch the croquet game, leaving Linda and me in the booth.

Linda excused me to get a sandwich, and I sat alone, only for Max to approach the booth, looking at me with pleading eyes.