PrimRose ignored the maid and used the hairpin on her face. "Ah!" She screamed in frustration and pain.
"I cannot take this anymore!" She cried, blood streaming down her face.
The maid ran to call Evelyn and Hillary as what she saw was terrifying.
"Isn't this what you wanted all along?" She cried. "This has been your wish. You always wanted me dead. I'm the ugly one. I should rot in hell, happy now?!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, feeling the pressure in her stomach.
They stared at her in shock, terrified of what she had done to herself.
…
"Miss?"
As if walking out of a deep fog, the thought clouding her mind faded away.
PrimRose looked into the mirror and saw no blood. She looked around and it was just her ugly self and the maid in the room.
It happened again; those dangerous imaginations flashing in her head to hurt herself.
She had been fighting it since she was a teenager but there was no one to talk to about her obsession with wanting to hurt herself.
That was how much she hated herself and her body and her fate. She wished she were dead.
She carried only a few things, including her important documents and followed the maid out of the room.
Salvatore Martinez.
As she walked to the living room, she thought about him.
'I wonder if he knew that the woman who signed the marriage agreement documents was me.'
When she reached the living room, she saw her mother and Hillary.
"Finally the fat pig is going to the place she belonged," Hillary rolled her eyes and walked up to her. "I'm sure you won't last a day with that old man and perhaps ending up in the mental asylum might reshape you. Mental illness can serve as a cure to some people and that includes you," she whispered and chuckled evilly as walked away.
PrimRose shook her words off her head and looked at her mother.
Hillary went to the exit and opened the door for her to leave.
Her body was feeling weak. Her eyes were swollen. Tasting her tongue felt like chewing broccoli—it was bitter.
Breathing wasn't coming easy for her at the moment but she went out the door and saw three cars waiting outside for her.
Yes, Salvatore Martinez was the heir of the richest man in the whole of North America. He had Mansions everywhere and was worshiped by all countries.
However Salvatore's reputation was causing a great loss to the Martinez family. No one knew what to do to make things right so his psychiatrist suggested that he get a wife, not for himself but to get a child.
They hoped that the arrival of his own child might touch his heart and help him blend into reality again.
PrimRose was once again ashamed to walk into the sun. People would see and body shame for her appearance. She felt like an alien in the society, making her lack confidence.
However, she had a good posture and acted elegantly. People still had something to say.
The bodyguards, wearing sunglasses and earpieces all turned their gazes to her and looked away as if she wasn't the one they were expecting.
PrimRose was disappointed but since she couldn't go backward, she had to move forward to her damnation.
She glanced at her mother and pursed her lips. Then she walked away, finally accepting her fate.
She walked up to one of them but before she could speak, he opened the car door for her and took the bag from her.
"How do you know I'm the one?" She asked, unable to understand how she was feeling about it.
"The bag," the man answered with a very deep voice.
"Yes, the… bag," she sounded disappointed. What was she thinking? That they knew she was the one because she looked like one?
She definitely didn't look like one. She was sick and it was very obvious because of her swollen pale face but everyone who saw her ignored her paleness because she wasn't pretty.
She entered the car and when they were all set, starting the engine, she looked through the window to glance at the mansion one more time.
'I'm free but not free,' she wished it was true freedom but she was never destined for good things. She attracted nothing good and always had bad luck.
The ride to her husband's house took eternity. The car before her drove into the large gate first, next was the car she was in and then the car behind her.
She didn't think to look around as she was too drained to care. As she had observed, the drive took four hours.
PrimRose acknowledged her surroundings when the car finally stopped.
The car door went open, signalling to her to climb out so she did, only to be shielded with an umbrella.
It was raining and she didn't know, nor did she feel it.
Another maid rushed out of the mansion to coat her with something but it happened to be too small for PrimRose.
As if the maid was new to her job, she apologized to the maid standing beside the one holding the umbrella for PrimRose.
Perhaps she was new.
PrimRose didn't care. She was starting to feel sick again. The cold was placing pressure in her stomach, pushing her to want to vomit but she was suppressing it by swallowing and swallowing.
PrimRose couldn't count the amount of maids surrounding her but she knew that one of them took her bag from the bodyguards.
"Welcome to Martinez Mansion, my lady. I apologize for the incompetent behavior of my subordinate. Follow me as I escort you to your room."
PrimRose's head was too busy to notice anything so she couldn't acknowledge what the maid said.
She followed the maid. "My name is Aliya and I am in charge of maintaining this household. It's an honor to have you here with us, my lady." As they walked to where Aliya was leading her, she took the chance to introduce herself.
PrimRose would have loved to ask questions about her stay but she was too sick to even think of anything.
But she asked, "where are you taking me?" Her voice was shaky.
"Are you feeling well, madam?" Aliya asked.
"I need to use the bathroom," PrimRose uttered, removing herself from their midst and running to find a room.
When she finally found one, she rushed into it and located the bathroom.
"Oh, no, she entered the Master's room," Aliya and the other maids who had followed her felt regret for PrimRose because she had just entered the lion's den.
PrimRose whined after throwing up heavily. She had no appetite to eat and hadn't even eaten anything, so vomiting made her more worried about her health.
She looked at the mirror in front of her, which was above the basin that she had just vomited into.
She splashed water on her face to help her calm down.
PrimRose panted. Looking at the mirror made her feel more awful. She inhaled heavily and exhaled, to regain her breath.
Her shaky hands were on the rim of the basin. She looked down and pushed back to feel a little at ease.
"Are you okay?"
She wasn't alone.
Her tired eyes went wide open upon hearing the voice of a man.
"I… I'm so sorry… I didn't know that someone was here," she stood straight and turned around to face the owner of that deep voice.
However, what she saw left her mouth open.
His face was what she recognized first but still she couldn't stop her eyes from viewing some certain things.
The man was completely naked and… 'He's handsome.'