dead ass didn't mean to use him

I just really think he fits the scary CEO type 

you know

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ELIZABETH'S POV

I laid in bed looking at my now bruised hand and let out a huff. You'd think being married to a billionaire would be amazing, an attractive one at that. But instead I was miserable and he was horrible. 

Any time I entered a room he'd just give me a glare or ignore my entire existence. I would be lying if I said I didn't hurt, yes I hated him, but I have to live with him. He's supposed to be the love of my life. Instead he ignores me or shows that he hates me. I mean I do the same back. I just didn't picture my life ending up like this.

I heard a knock on the door and groaned inside, "Yes?"

Sarah peaked her head in the room and smiled at me, we had become kind of friends over the past week. She was very funny and nice and I enjoyed her company, especially since she was the only other female in the house. 

I hadn't seen my brothers or been out of the house for a week, I'm usually on my phone or walking through the garden, helping Sarah, and even reading. Yeah my life was pretty boring so far.

"Mr. Denton told me to tell you that you guys are going to a party tonight," she said with half smile unsure if I'd be happy to go.

I sighed in relief be cause I got to go somewhere but also felt a ding in my chest, I didn't want to spend anytime with this man. 

Closing the door behind her she walked fully into my room and I sat up, "I don't have anything to wear."

She nodded grabbed a bag from behind her, "He told me to give you this."

She handed me the bag and I took it cautiously bringing it towards my body. I set it on the bed and reached my hand inside gripping a fabric and pulling out what was inside. I gasped at the dress in front of me. Impossible.

I looked at Sarah with a shocked expression and she gave me an encouraging smile. I shook my head, "No way, I can't wear this."

Her smile dropped, "Why?"

I sighed and look back at the dress admiringly, "I could never pull something like this off and I definitely don't have shoes for it," I looked down at my body and back at the dress.

Sarah let out an unattractive grunt, "Okay Lizzy, you have the perfect body and your telling me you can't wear this? I say bullshit, put it on and here are the heels that go with it," she handed me a box, "the makeup and hairstylist will be up soon."

My eyes widened. Damn for a little 50 year old woman she had a snap to her. 

I smile, "If I put this on and it looks bad I'm gonna kill you."

"Deal," she said while walking out of the room triumphantly. I giggled at her and focused back on the dress. 

I took off all of my clothes except and changed my underwear into a black lacy thong leaving my bra off. I unzipped the front of the dress and slipped in on zipping it back up. I walked to the mirror and my jaw slightly unhinged. The black fabric stuck to my body like glue following every curve, it fell down my legs with a slit starting at the knee where the zipper ended revealing a little bit of leg. The top dipped in slightly at the zipper causing my breast to push up in a seductive way. 

The long black see-through sleeves that started just below my shoulders clung to my arms ending at my wrist. No way I could wear this. 

Before I could begin to remove the clothing there was a knock on the door, "Come in," I called out still examining myself in the mirror. 

A young tall girl with pink hair walked in with a fake plastered smile, "Hello Mrs. Denton, I'm Lily, your makeup and hairstylist, nice to meet you."

She reached her hand out for me to shake. I sent back just as fake of a smile and took her hand to shake it, "My hairstylist?," was my response.

She ushered me towards a seat by the mirror and I reluctantly sat down not sure if I could trust her. 

She instantly began to work on my hair puling at it roughly causing me to cringe a few time at the process. I honestly thought she was going to burn me with the iron a couple times. 

Why did she seem like she hated me?

Throughout the pulling and pain she started small talk. 

"So, hows it to be married to a billionaire?" She asked with the same fake smile.

I wanted to say horrible but I bit my tongue and replied, "Its nice, but I'm not in it for the money."

She nodded, "Oh yes, he's absolutely the most attractive man I've seen."

I had to stop myself from snapping at her, "Well yes, but not that either," an idea popped into my head and I grinned, "I'm absolutely in love with him, he told me it was love at first sight."

Right when I said that a felt the iron touch my head and I flinched away hissing and she gasped, "Oh my I'm sorry," she said with no regret in her voice, "I hope he's treating you right," she grumbled the last part slightly.

"Of course, I've never been happier," I said while I clenched my fists at my sides.

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She spun the chair around and I stared stunned at the reflection. For the amount of times this bitch stabbed me in the eye with tools, burnt and pulled my hair, I looked fucking great. 

"Wow," a let out quietly.

She nodded obviously proud of her work, "I can transform even the most lost causes," she gave me a look and I gave her one back.

"Yeah thanks, now get out," I snapped the last part and she didn't fight back, she quickly grabbed her stuff and scurried out of the room. 

I stood up out of the chair and walked toward the full length mirror, turning side to side to fully see myself. I never thought I could look like this. I usually don't work on my appearance and just throw my hair up and wear sweatpants and a sports bra. Obviously I can't do that anymore. 

I frown remembering that my entire life has changed. I thought of my friends in Miami and wanted to cry. Last time a talked to my best friend, Kate, was before the wedding. I made a mental note to call her soon and a knock sounded on my door once again. 

Sarah walked in and halted in her spot, her jaw dropped and then a smile formed on her face, "I expected you to look good, but damn."

I rolled my eyes at her silliness and smiled, "Yeah, I'm surprised myself." 

I glanced at the mirror, "Well its time to go," she spoke, "The Mr. is waiting for you downstairs."

I nodded and grabbed the heels pulling them on, they were maybe almost four inches so they added some height to my short frame. 

Sarah's smile grew, "I'll be waiting downstairs, don't be to long. You know how that man is."

I laughed, "You know, for a maid you're very open with your opinion."

She jokingly glared at me, "Hey, your the one who suggested on us being friends."

"Touché," she walked out of the room and I turned to grab all of my necessities. I grabbed my purse, placing my phone and some chap stick inside it just in case. 

I mad my way out of my room in search of Tristan. I glided down the stairs, almost tripping with the heels, so I cautiously made my way down the rest of the steps. 

I walked into the kitchen to see Sarah cleaning and Tristan tapping away at his phone. Since he had not yet noticed my presence I used the time to admire him. He looked nice, like always. Wearing a suit but this one was a dark grey and fit to him perfectly. He had a slight scruff and his jet black hair was swooped back.

All the sudden his eyes shot to mine and I blushed. Fuck I was just caught gawking at the guy I hate the most. He held eye contact with me and then shamelessly let his eyes roam my body. I fidgeted uncomfortably under his stare. 

His eyes snapped back to mine darkened slightly, then he glared, "Let's go," he pushed past me rudely. 

I felt a slight pinch and scolded myself for it. I should not care. Even if he is my husband and I have to live with him, I shouldn't care how he behaves towards me. 

I turned to follow him out the door and called behind me, "Bye Sarah!"

I heard her voice call back, "Have fun!"

"Not a chance," I muttered walking towards the limo with dread. A man opened the door for me and a slid in.

Tristan was on the phone yelling at the person on the other line and I turned to look out the window as we drove.

"God you're a fucking idiot," he slid his hand down his face in frustration, "why did I hire you again?"

I tuned out the rest of the conversation, tired of all the negativity in my life. 

We finally pulled up to a huge mansion and I cringed. I'm tired of rich people.

I watched people pouring in, dressed all fancily. I grumbled almost opening the door once again, "Elizabeth."

Tristan stern voice rang through my ears once again, the way he said my name cause me to shiver. Not in the way I expected. I retracted my hand not looking at him waiting for someone to open my door. Tristan door was facing the house, wait mansion, so they opened his and I followed him out. 

We began walking towards the entrance and I felt Triton's large hand lay on my lower back. The contact felt weird and I went to move his hand and he growled at me.

"We're in public and we're married remember. People will get suspicious if I don't touch you."

I nodded cringing slightly at the fact that we had to pretend be in love. 

We walked up the steps and people greeted us as we entered. 

He walked swiftly through the crowds and I stumbled along trying to keep up with his hand, my heels making it difficult. I looked at the people we were heading to, recognizing one of the men, Brandon I think. 

He turned and spotted us and smiled, "Tristan, what's up dude."

Tristan removed his hand from my back giving Brandon a bro hug, I was confused at watching Tristan do the action. He slightly smiled and I almost past out at the sight until Brandon turned to me. 

"I don't think we've been properly introduced, I'm Tristan best friend, Brandon," he held his hand out.

"Elizabeth," I placed my hand in his and he brought it up to his mouth placing a soft kiss on it. A small blush rose to my cheeks and Tristan scowled.

"Brandon," he warned.

Brandon was about to respond but I caught him off, "Wait, your best friends with him?"

Tristan glared and Brandon laughed, I don't know why I said that. Or where the confidence came from. Maybe Brandon's bubbly personality but I was honestly confused.

"Wait, your married to that?" He responded and I giggled and Tristan looked like he was going to kill me. 

Before he could get completely mad I gave him fake loving smile, "Yes I am."

Tristan wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. I let out a small gasp at the closeness and tried to compose myself.

Brandon smiled and winked, "Don't let him forget that."

"Trust me, she doesn't," Tristan respond and Brandon smirked.

I was confused but then it registered what they meant and I felt my face become hot.

"Awe, are you blushing Lizzy?" Brandon cooed.

I glared, "Shut up, only my friends can call me that."

He placed his hand over his heart, "Wow I'm genuinely hurt."

I rolled my eyes, "I don't know you dimwit."

He chuckled at my response and Tristan pulled me closer to him, "That's enough flirting, Brandon I'd like to have some alone time with my wife if you'd excuse us."

Brandon nodded and my heart quickened, he sounded angry. 

He placed his hand on the small of my back guiding me through the crowd. Random people said hello to us along the way. Many girls glared daggers at me and I just wanted to shrink into a ball and pretend they couldn't see me. 

When we were almost to the door leading to the balcony a beautiful blonde stepped in front of us, "Tristan," she flicked her hair over her shoulder and smiled seductively at him, ignoring my existence.

"Vivian," he replied, his voice had no emotion but a had a small smirk coming to his lips.

She walked up closer to him, too close, "Why haven't you come to see me babe? I miss you," she placed her hand on his chest.

He was about to respond but out of annoyance I cleared my throat gaining her attention.

She looked at me and gave a disgusted look, "Who's the slut?"

I felt my anger boil up inside and I was about to yell at her Tristan pulled me to him, "This is my wife, Elizabeth."

The closeness still felt weird and I had a small urge to push away but contained it. 

He looked at me and I looked back into his icy blue eyes. They held no emotion even though he had a smile on his face. My heart gave a small squeeze but I smiled back at him.

"That? Why did you marry her? She's a nobody," she scoffed and glared at me.

I pulled  myself out of Tristan's grip and walked closer to her, "Really? Listen, I don't give a fuck what you think of me, because honestly you're irrelevant. I mean, if you weren't wouldn't you be married to Tristan? But oh, look, I am. So get the out of my way and stay the fuck away from my husband," I pushed past her angrily and headed towards the door not bothering to see if Tristan was coming. 

I flung the door open and took a deep breath go the fresh crisp air, I walked to the edge and leaned on the balcony looking at the fountain down below. 

"What the fuck?" An angry voice came from behind me.

I stayed silent and kept my gaze on the distance. I felt a body come up next to mine, "Elizabeth, what the hell was that?" 

I still didn't respond honestly not knowing what that was, I surprised myself. I've done that a lot tonight.

"Answer me," he grabbed my arm and turned me towards him forcefully, "first you go off and flirt with Brandon and then you lose your shit in front of Vivian?"

I glared at him, "What? I was never flirting with Brandon, and sorry if I don't want my 'husband' to have a slut who is being a bitch to me all over him, its embarrassing and disrespectful." 

His grip tightened on my arm causing a little pain, "Don't lie, I know you're a little slut who will throw herself at anyone. As for Vivian I would trade you for her in a heartbeat so watch yourself, I can destroy your father's company in two seconds," anger seeped through his voice and his grip became painful.

I felt tears prick in my eyes and I had no words that I wished not speak to him at this point, "You're hurting me," I whispered. 

I saw something flash in his eyes for a second but was instantly covered up with a blank stare. He removed his hand from my arm, "Get your shit together, we need to go back. People will start wondering where we are."

He placed his hand on the small of my back and I sucked in my tears. I never really thought about how he could still destroy my dad. He would trade me in two seconds?

I know you're a slut

The words rang through my head and my vision became slightly foggier. I wanted to snap at him so bad, but after his threat I couldn't. 

He led me back inside and I attempted to plaster a fake smile on my face. Tonight was going to be rough.

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Poor liz 

id fight a bitch so quick

hope you enjoyed 

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