BRENDA PARKER

I left my memories. That month I met him was the most special of my life. He was so good and affectionate, I never imagined he would become this monster. If I had paid attention to the details, I might have guessed what our marriage would turn out to be, but I thought those weird things he did were just because he was a little eccentric. I should have noticed the way he treated the employees; they never greeted them, never thanked them, never asked for things with a please, orders were dry and to the point, and then someone didn't do things exactly as he wanted.

He was different with me. He never treated me like that. On the contrary, he treated me very well. Despite never hearing from his mouth the magic words "I love you," I accepted to marry him because I was in love. I thought that in time he would come out. I just thought he was a little reserved and didn't like to show his feelings.

When we went out, the places were always exclusive to him. Even at the show we went to, we stayed in the exclusive box just the two of us. Soon after, someone invited us to go to a small reception where he would be the guest of honor. He just ignored us and we left. I was so embarrassed.

I never had contact with other people when I went out with him while we were dating and engaged. Sometimes I even thought that because he was a poor girl he didn't want to introduce me to anyone in his circle. However, later I understood that he just didn't want me to know who he really was, a billionaire and powerful man. I didn't really find out about it until after the wedding.

Right after the honeymoon, I decided to separate from him. I couldn't live with a man who hit me three days after we were married. Even though I was in love with him. I just waited for the honeymoon to end, and when we returned to the United States, I got in contact with a lawyer. I took all my savings that I had saved to pay the lawyer. The lawyer filed the request two days after we were in the States. Sebastian received the letter in his office. I was waiting for him to come home that night. I already had my bags packed, but I didn't realize that I was dealing with the devil.

Before we were married, Sebastian had made me sign a prenuptial contract. I didn't care about that; I wasn't interested in his money. I didn't even read the document. I signed it; I trusted him. But the document was a very well engineered trap. It said that I could never ask for a divorce, that it would only be consented to if he wanted it, and that when he gave me the divorce I would have no right to anything. It said that the marriage would last for as long as he wanted. I couldn't get pregnant under any circumstances, and if that happened, the child would be eliminated. But the worst of it was that at the end, I would have to be his submissive and do whatever he wanted. In the end, the document tied me in every way.

When Sebastian arrived that night, I was in the living room, already packed. That was the first RED NIGHT.

PAST

I'm really nervous. Sebastian is coming and he probably got the letter from the lawyer asking for a divorce. I know he'll be angry, but he needs to understand that I can't live with him after what he did to me. The butler headed for the door. He opened it and Sebastian walked in. I sat where I was. He walked up to the room and looked at me. I also looked at him and we stared at each other. I first broke the contact. I got up and asked him: "Did you receive the letter?"

"Yep!"

"So we have nothing more to say. I'm leaving, and please Sebastian, don't complicate things. I think you won't miss me."

Sebastian didn't say anything; he just looked at me with his cold gaze, so I left where I was and grabbed my bags, headed for the exit, but before I even took more than two steps, I heard him say:

"You better sit down, Brenda." I stopped, turned, and looked at him.

"I don't think it's necessary. We don't have anything to talk about."

"That's not a request, it's an order. Sit down!" I took a deep breath. I needed to be cautious, so I decided to listen to what he had to say and then I would leave. I came back and sat on the couch.

He moved and took an envelope, went in front of me and placed the document on the table. As soon as I saw it, I recognized it. It was the prenuptial contract. I immediately manifested myself.

"I don't want anything from you. No need to worry."

He calmly opened the document to the last page and showed me the location of the signature.

Is it your signature?

"Yes."

"Very good! I should have read the document before signing it, but you can do that at another time. It will stay here so that you can read it carefully. I must inform you that it is only a copy, so there is no point in tearing it up. I have the original. For now, don't pay attention to that; we're going to do something more interesting. "

He walked away from me and my heart began to pound. Why didn't I read this document? I thought in desperation. I stayed motionless on the couch. I heard him moving behind me and then he deposited a box on my lap. I stared at it without understanding. It looked like a gift. The box was tied with a red satin ribbon. He leaned up to my ear and whispered,

"Open up!" I shivered. Something told me it wouldn't be good, but I began to untie the ribbon and open the box. Inside was a red lingerie that was very beautiful. I didn't know what that meant, so I asked him:

"What is it?"

This night is called "RED NIGHT. Wear the lingerie, but not now, later." Now I have something else for you. " Again, he handed me another box. This one was smaller and looked like a jewelry box. When I opened it, there was a diamond choker necklace and a massive red heart-shaped Ruby pendant inside.The jewelry was beautiful.

I was confused. I didn't understand why he was giving me those things if I had asked for a divorce. Sebastian took the box from my hand and hauled me up off the couch.

"Come here!" I walked to where he took me and sat at a table. The butler, without delay, filled two glasses with red wine. When he finished, he left. Sebastian looked at me and raised his glass for a toast. I couldn't take it all. I wanted to leave. If he was doing this to win me back or to apologize, I was wasting time, so I said to him:

I have no reason to toast anything, Sebastian, I just wish I could. Let go. I already told you I don't want anything from you. "

He raised the glass to his lips and drank the wine, then set the glass on the table, looking at me with his feline gaze.

"Drink it!"

"I don't want it."

At that moment, he got up and slapped me so hard on the face that I almost fell out of the chair I was sitting on.

"Drink it!" He angrily ordered.

With tears in my eyes, I took the glass with trembling hands and drank the liquid, almost choking. When I put the glass down on the table, he approached me. My heart started beating a mile a minute. I was paralyzed and very afraid. He grabbed my face violently with one hand and made me look at him.

Pay attention to what I'll tell you only once; next time I'll act. If you cry, scream, beg, things are going to get really bad for you. Now go to your closet and wait for me there. If you try anything , you'll regret it. "

He released me abruptly and I immediately went to the closet. I stayed there crying. I couldn't believe this was happening. After a few minutes, he walked in. I was on my feet, the tears wouldn't stop streaming down my face. He came closer, his evil eyes fixed on me. I backed away. He came close and grabbed my face, ran his hand through the tears. Without delay, he started hitting me, and every slap he gave me said that it was not allowed to cry. When I understood that as long as I cried, screamed, or begged, he would not stop hitting me, I wiped all the tears off my face. and said to me,

"I won't cry anymore."

"Excellent! Now get up, put on the lingerie, and when you're done, sit on the dressing table. "

I did as he told me immediately. He put on the necklace, made me put on red lipstick, and let my hair down while I was sitting at the dressing table.Soon after, he led me to that room. What happened there that first night became my nightmare. I got hit so hard that I passed out and found I couldn't do it.

The next day, I was very hurt. I couldn't move. I took my cell phone and called my friend Briana and asked for her help. The poor thing did the only thing she could have done; she called the police. The police went to the house and saw me in that situation.

"What happened, ma'am?"

"My husband..." I couldn't speak much. The cops took me to the police station. Sebastian's security did not prevent it, but communicated what had happened to him. I thought I would be protected, but I was completely wrong. I discovered the hard way that money and power buy everything. In less than an hour, they gave me back to him. I paid dearly for having it shredded.

After a month of marriage, I started to understand how things would work. I was nothing, just a person Sebastian married to mistreat at will.

I tried other ways to get rid of this marriage, but over time I started to accept my fate. I couldn't do anything or I accepted the situation or I would suffer much more than I already suffered.

I came back to the present with my cell phone ringing. I looked at the screen and saw that it was my mother. I took a deep breath. I didn't want to answer her, but if I didn't, she would call until I understood. I sighed and with the voice that everything was wonderful and answered.

"Hi Mom."

Brenda, are you watching TV?

"No, why?"

"Your husband is showing up. They're talking about him. It seems he acquired another multimillion company." I sighed. There are plenty of women out there wanting to catch such a fish, and they are like sharks, they attack without mercy.

"Mom, thanks for the advice. Sebastian is an adult and knows how to defend himself from shark attacks." "Brenda, you're so silly."

My mother says the same thing every time she calls me, that I must be careful not to lose the golden husband I got. Little does she know that I don't give a damn if he has a mistress. At least that way he'd leave me in peace for a while.

"Okay mom, I promise I'll keep an eye out."

"You know, the best thing you have to do to secure your marriage for good is have a child." My heart raced. I don't even want to think about that possibility.

I don't think so. Besides, it's too early, and Sebastian and I don't want kids right now.

"I'll bet it's your thing. You keep insisting on this career thing.

"Mom, please, I need to hang up. I have things to do." All right, every time you bring up the subject of kids, you find a way to go off on a tangent.

"I love you, mom."

"Okay! I love you too. Bye! "

My mother is a very good person. She was widowed a few years ago. My father was very good to her. Then he lost his son. He suffered so much, but he was always a dreamer. When Sebastian and I went to her house to talk about the wedding, she was so happy. I would never destroy this illusion she has that my marriage is perfect.

I decided to leave the studio. Almost half the day had already passed; I needed to check things out. I got up and looked at the picture I was painting of Sebastian. I took the cloth and covered it. One day, when he decides to divorce me, maybe I'll show him. For now, I'll paint. Sebastian never enters that room anyway.

My body was very sore, I don't have the energy to do anything, but I needed to check things out. I went to my room. I'll try to improve my appearance. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I had black eyes, my lips were swollen and bruised. Whenever he leaves my face like that, it's because he doesn't want me to leave the house for a long time. I took off the sweatshirt and saw the condition of the body. It was all scarred. The back was worse. There were some open scratches, the rest with purple and painful marks. There were no broken bones. He never broke any. He knows how to hit.

I decided to take the anti-inflammatory that Kerry had prescribed and some pain medication. After doing that, I took a hot shower, and after getting dressed, I went to check his closet, as I always did. I started to get sleepy. I think it's the effect of the medicine I had taken. I decided to lie down for a while, curled up in bed and soon fell asleep. I slept so much that I only woke up when I felt that someone was watching me. I opened my eyes and was scared. I sat on the bed. Sebastian was standing looking at me, seriously, with his black gaze cold as an iceberg. My heart started to pound.

"What time is it?" I asked a little hesitantly.

He didn't say anything. I looked at the nightstand and saw that it was five thirty-five in the afternoon. He had already arrived at five minutes and I wasn't in the room waiting for him. I swallowed hard and looked at him apprehensively.

"I'm sorry, I think I slept too much." He then started to take off his jacket. I was panting. Is he not going to the gym now? I wondered. So I decided to ask:

"Aren't you going to the gym today?" He didn't answer me and continued undressing. I lowered my head and waited to see what he was going to do. In a silent prayer, I asked God that he wouldn't hit me more.

I felt that he approached me, lifted my face to him and started kissing me. He kissed every bruise on my face with affection. I closed my eyes. He slid his lips down my face until he reached my mouth. He took my lips in a sweeping kiss. I felt pain, but I didn't make a sound to show it. He explored my mouth for a few minutes. I responded by shivering. My body shivered. My breasts tightened. He laid me down on the bed and continued to explore my body with his hands and lips. I so wish my body wouldn't respond to him, but it seems to have a life of its own.

We spent the afternoon in the bedroom. When he was satisfied, he left me and went somewhere. I have no idea. He probably went to the home office. That night was going to be a little different. I got up and went to check things out for dinner. I didn't want to have any more problems.

A few weeks after Red's Night, my face was already better, without marks, and my body was also recovered. Sebastian didn't hit me anymore, because there was no reason for him to do it. The routine has returned.

I was in his closet one morning, organizing his clothes as I always do. The suit jacket he had taken off the day before was hanging on a coat rack. It could never be like that. When I picked up the jacket, something fell off. I bent down to pick it up and when I looked, it was a photograph. There were two people in the photo, his sister and the other person made me lose color. They were holding hands and smiling. I was shocked by that. What was my brother doing to Sebastian's sister?

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