"What the f*ck is wrong with you? You look like a stripper! We're going to an event, not a bar, Celeste!" Top screamed at me outside, dragging me in front of everyone. He was so embarrassing.
"I don't know what you're talking about! This is a normal dress, it has a slit!" I yelled back, my voice shaking. He groaned, running a hand through his hair before roughly grabbing my chin.
"If I said it's too short, then it is!" he shouted, hurting me.
I'm Celeste Seraphina, married to the world's biggest star, Top Hamilton Fischetti. He's an actor, model, singer—everything. Everyone dreams of being his wife, but they don't know he's a psycho. He wants everything, and that includes me. I was a fan, a regular worker at some small company.
He noticed me at a private concert a year ago. I did anything to be there, to meet my idol.
Meeting him was my biggest mistake.
In public, he's sweet. But privately, he's abusive and violent.
This is just the beginning of my nightmare.
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(Celeste's POV)
After that fight at the event, we went home. He sent the maids away, leaving us alone. Everything was quiet, and he was furious about the red dress. I thought it would make him proud, but I was wrong.
He sat on the couch, glaring at me with those cold eyes. He sighed, frustrated. "Looks like you forgot the rules, huh? Should I remind you?" he growled. My hands trembled. "C-calm down, please? I… I thought you'd like it, but I was wrong. I'm sorry," I pleaded, trying to soothe him.
He stood and walked toward me. I froze. He cupped my cheeks, his hands cold, and looked at me with those dark eyes. He whispered, "Don't make me do things you'll regret." My whole body shook. I just nodded; I had no choice.
"God… you smell good," he whispered, burying his face in my hair. His hand moved to my waist, holding me tight as he kept sniffing my hair, then his lips brushed my neck.
"How dare you wear that? You weren't trying to attract other men, right? Say it. You're mine. Loud and clear. Say it, No other man can look at you or touch you like I do." he pleaded, his grip tightening. "Say it," he demanded. I nodded, whispering,
"I… I am completely yours."
"Fuck that." he muttered, brushing his fingers across my lips. He sighed. "Don't make me mad again. You don't want to suffer, right? So obey." I nodded, terrified.
It's always like this. I tried reporting him, but nobody believed me. He's too powerful, too connected. I have no one left. My family, my friends—he made me cut them all off. I have no phone or anything. His guards follow me everywhere. My time outside is limited.
"I have a meeting tomorrow. I expect you to stay here, obedient. If I hear you did something stupid…" He paused, pointing to a rope near the bed. "I'll tie you up till your wrists bleed if you try to escape again." My eyes followed his finger. I didn't say anything. He grabbed my cheeks again.
"Talk," he commanded. I nodded, my voice shaky. "Y-yes, I… I understand." A smirk spread across his face as he let go. "Now sleep." I lay down. He followed, pulling me close. His grip was firm but not painful.
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That morning, Top left for work. I never knew what he did; he'd forbidden me from going outside or having a phone. I even had female bodyguards inside the house. I was only allowed out for an hour to shop, always with guards.
I was in my room, reading, when we heard commotion downstairs. A bodyguard went to check, and came back panicked. My curiosity got the better of me; I slammed my book shut and headed down. They tried to stop me, but inside, without Top, I still had some authority.
I went downstairs. The maids bowed, fear in their eyes. A man in a black leather jacket, black pants, and long black hair was sitting there, looking at me.
"Oh, I didn't expect the wife to be here," he said. I didn't know we had a guest; Top would have told me.
He stood and walked toward me, hands in his pockets. He was tall and muscular.
"I don't recall having a visitor," I mumbled. He shrugged. "Visitor? This is my house too, our family mansion," he said. I was confused. He chuckled softly. Despite looking scary, he felt gentle.
"Y-you're not a visitor?" I asked, shaky. He nodded." Alvarez Cly Fischetti Top's stepbrother, from a different mother. I lived in Italy for years and heard my older brother got married, so I came home to see his WIFE. And, of course, to check out our mansion after he got half our father's money when he died and became a celebrity. As expected, he loves attention," he smirked. My eyes widened. He had a brother? Top never mentioned anything about his family.
He look somehow familiar, Did I know this man?
"You're his… stepbrother?" I repeated. He nodded. "He didn't tell you? I'm the youngest son…" he said. I nodded, understanding. The maids and bodyguards listened. I didn't know… Top was on his way; he'd been told his brother was here.
We looked at each other. The silence was heavy. He cleared his throat. "Tell me about it," I said randomly. He looked at me, chuckled. "As you wish."
We sat. He asked the maids for tea. He was scary talking to others; the maids were terrified. Apparently, I was the only one who didn't know.
"After our father died, my brother got half the money—not really half, because Dad hated him, even though he's the oldest son. He became a celebrity. I got the other half, took over his company, and became president of Ford Company. It was rough a few years ago; it was almost nothing, but now… it's doing great," he said. I raised my hand, interrupting. My eyes widened in shock.
"Ford Company?! I worked there before! A year ago!" I exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow. "Really? Before you got married?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah… before. I can't believe my boss was my husband's brother. That's surprising," I said, chuckling. It felt good talking to someone like this. I felt at ease with him, even though this was our first meeting.
He smirked. "How interesting," he murmured. Suddenly, the door opened.
"Alvarez!" Top's voice boomed, angry. We both stood. Top looked at us, furious.
He walked toward us, grabbing my wrist tightly. He glared at Alvarez.
"What are you doing here? You don't belong here," Top said, frowning. Alvarez smiled. "Are you not happy to see your brother? Besides, this is our family house. I can come whenever I want." Top scoffed. "Since you're here, don't embarrass me," he muttered, pulling me upstairs, my eyes on Alvarez. He pushed me into the room, locking the door.
"Top…" I said quietly. He sighed, hands on his hips. "Don't go near him, he's an idiot. Did he tell you anything?" he asked. I shook my head. "N-nothing…"
He looked at me, sat on the couch, taking off his jacket. He gestured for me to come. I went to him, and he pulled me onto his lap, holding my thighs. He looked up at me. "Why are you so disobedient? You make things hard for me," he said, leaning closer, his lips on my neck. "Should I punish you for talking to him? why you even talking to him in the first place, my love?" he whispered, kissing my neck.
"You make it hard for me to resist," he whispered, holding my back and kissing my neck. "Damn that Alvarez. Don't get close to him.. Remember your place." he whispered, pulling away slightly.
His eyes were dark, devoid of warmth, full of possessiveness.
He stood, picking me up. He sat on the bed, putting me down in front of him. His lips trailed down my neck and shoulders.
His hand slipped under my shirt, squeezing my breasts. I gasped as his other hand went to my shorts, then my panties, rubbing the fabric.
"God, you're already wet for me, huh?" he whispered, continuing to explore my body. My breathing grew heavier, my back arched.
I hate to admit it, but I liked his touch.
He stopped. "Take everything off," he commanded. I hesitated. "Didn't you hear me? Should I rip it off?" He continued. Slowly, I took off my clothes. I looked away, embarrassed, even though he seen me naked before.
He pulled me down, sitting me on the bed. "You probably didn't even know. Alvarez was my step brother and I don't like him, I despite him and that's all you need to know, I don't like getting asked about him." he said sternly, looking down at me.
I nodded frantically, as his lips leaving a small smirk, he leaned down, his hands gripping on my thighs that his hands leaving a mark. "If I ever caught you.. talking to him.. I'll make sure you know the consequences." He said sternly, his hands slowly raising to my panties, making my whole body feel shiver.
His hands rough, rubbing it upside and down on my panties as he started kissing my neck down to my shoulders, It was just rubbing but my body reacted this much. It shouldn't be like this. His touch was arousing,
"Why are you squirming so much? It's just my finger, not my dick yet. Come to think of it, I love the sounds you make," he whispered, his hands were cold and rough. I could feel it under my panties, it was wet, too wet.
I tried so hard not to make any noises, the more he get a react, the more he get turned on by this, the look in his eyes, I know that lustful look.
My lips quiver each rub he make, it was bit painful describing how rough his rubbing was, my body trembling from needs. He put my panty aside, his going through the juice that my pussy lick, as he slowly pulled out his fingers, licking the juice in his two finger. "Beautiful." he whispered, smirking.
Suddenly, there's a loud ringing interrupting everything.
His phone rang. "God… someone's interrupting my beautiful moment," he said, frustrated. He answered the call.
After a while, he stood, putting on his jacket. He looked at me. "I have something to do. You stay here," he said, walking to the door. Before he left, he glanced back. "We're not done yet," he said, leaving.