The contract marriage

Immediately after she got to the car, Anna received one of the biggest shocks of her life.

He was an old man!!

The man who she would be spending the rest of her life with and also carry his children as her father had ordered was an old man.

He looked so old that Anna was sure that he must be over 40.

Cruel, so cruel!

Her father was so cruel to her.

She should have known that her soon-to-be husband wouldn't have any good attributes because her father would never allow her to be happy or be with someone that can make her happy.

What was she expecting? A young, rich and handsome man? Pfft.

She should consider herself lucky that her soon-to-be husband was just old and not cripple or downright ugly. Because looking at him now, she could still see traces of someone who had been handsome on his face.

“If you are done scrutinizing me, I’d suggest you enter the car because I don't have much time at hand. Today is the only day I have to go to the registrar.” The old man countered when he saw that the young girl who shouldn't be more than 18/ 19 was still staring at him.

Her father had shown him a picture of her earlier, telling him that she was his daughter, and she's ripe enough for him to marry, and in place of the debt he owed he will give his daughter to him in marriage.

He wouldn't have accepted if not because he knew that he had to start making kids, for he was a divorcee and his ex-wife didn't give birth to any children before she divorced him.

Upon hearing the urgency in his voice, Anna quickly entered the opened passenger seat because she feared irritating her soon-to-be husband. If she can avoid physical pain from him, she would do that because she would rather not be abused and maltreated by the man she would be spending the rest of her life with.

“Your name is Anna, right?” The man asked immediately, Anna was firmly seated beside him as he drove off.

“Yes, my name is Anna, sir.” Anna replied in a trembling voice as she held her pack in her shaky hands.

“Don’t call me sir, Call me Peter. I'm Peter Danish, you will soon be Mrs. Danish, so you should get used to the name,” Peter said gently as he saw that Anna was trembling and wasn't comfortable around him.

He doesn't care for any state of mind she might be, all he wanted is an obedient girl that would voluntarily stay in his mansion and give birth to his kids while he went for his business trips to make money.

“Oh. Oh, kay Peter…, ”. Anna replied again, still trembling, and shaky.

Even though she was receiving a manipulative aura from him, she was still scared of him.

He was someone that her abusive father knew and sold her to, he wouldn't be of a good character. She was definitely sure of that.

“We are going to the registrar now, and I wouldn't want you looking scared and forced, so stop shaking and put the goddam pack you are holding on to in the back seat,” Peter let out when he saw that his soon-to-be wife looked like a puppy who was whipped and knocked out.

Anna hurriedly fulfilled his command and reminded herself to stop shaking else the man, no Peter…might hit her as her father does.

“Put a smile on your face too, you look forced. Do you want me to send you back to your father?” Peter asked, he didn't want an unwilling wife. If she was forced into this, he would gladly take her back to her father and demand all the cents he owed him.

Immediately Anna heard that Peter said he would take her back to her father, she flinched and quickly forced a smile on her face as she remembered her father’s last comment that she mustn't come back to the house.

She can't, she definitely cannot let him send her back to her father.

She must act willingly. In fact, she's willing to be anything he wants, a maid, slave, property anything as long as she doesn’t have to go back into the hellhole she just crawled out from.

When Peter saw the tiny smile on Anna’s face, he nodded, “That’s better, keep the smile on every time. You will be needing it when you get married to me,” Peter advised as he pulled into the court registry car pack and died down his engine.

Immediately Peter alighted the car, Anna quickly helped herself down, covering the visible belt marks on her neck with the shawl that she remembered to bring with her.

Walking slowly behind her soon-to-be husband, Anna prepared herself for the life she didn't know how it would turn out.

It's better to prepare for the worst. She had to adapt to it no matter how hard or dangerous it was, she had to accept it as her fate.

“Do you, Anna Walton, Take Peter Danish as your lawfully wedded husband, in health, wealth, and till death do you apart?” The registrar asked after Peter submitted the papers signed by her father.

Slowly brought out of her daydreams, Anna whispered her agreement and instantly sealed her fate with a single word, “Yes, I do”

“Do you Peter Danish, Take Anna Walton as your lawfully wedded wife, in health, wealth and till death do you apart?” the registrar repeated the wedding vows again to Peter, and he immediately replied, “Yes, I do”

After the signing the necessary documents and exchanging rings, Anna left the court registry with her new husband to the new home she would be staying with him.

The initial smile she had forced herself to put on while they were in the court immediately left her face when she was alone in a big mansion with her new husband.

“Can you cook? If yes, make use of the kitchen, I'm hungry as fuck,” Peter mumbled, as he looked off the outer suit and unbuttoned his shirt.

“Yes, I can,” Anna muttered in a low voice.

Cooking? Is that it? If he would only demand her to cook for him. Then her life just got easier because she had learned different type of cuisine when she was working as a housemaid in her father's house.

Cooking is just a hobby she had grown into apart from painting.

Anna immediately located the kitchen, when she got there, she saw that there wasn't even much to do with. The cooking ingredients in the kitchen were just eggs, bread, vegetables oil, carbonated milk, coffee beans and so on…

Anna quickly got to work and made sandwiches and some tea for her husband because that was the fastest food she could make with what she had at hand.

Serving the food on the table in a corner, which she regarded as the dining room, Anna stood beside the food gently because her husband hadn't appeared yet, and she didn't know the room he went into.

After a few minutes, Peter showed himself in the room, “Are you done cooking?” he called out,

“Yes, I'm done,” Anna replied, quickly when her husband came into the sitting room.

When Peter got to the dining room and saw that Anna only prepared a plate of sandwich, he frowned, “Why did you prepare only a plate? Are you not hungry?”

Anna, who was already used to eating alone in her room, suddenly trembled when she heard the annoyance in his voice.

“I-

“Go and prepare yours too, I hate eating alone,” Peter interrupted dismissively before Anna could finish her sentence.

Anna hurriedly left for the kitchen again and came out with another plate of sandwich for herself and sat slowly in the opposite chair in front of her new husband.

“Let’s eat,” Peter announced when he saw that his wife was not seated.

Anna quickly held her spoon and started eating after her husband’s announcement.

He said he hates eating alone, she had to take note of that and never repeat the error she just made because she feared what he might do to her when he was angry.

Would he be like her father who hits and kick her?

Anna shuddered at the thought, and Peter could see her visibly trembling.

Is he thinking about what he would be doing to her in their matrimony room?

Peter stared at Anna through the corners of his eyes and saw that she was still trembling.

Is she that scared of sex?

Well, no worries he wasn't in the mood for sex this night because he had to leave for a business trip tomorrow and he wanted to take off as soon as possible.

But that doesn't mean she won't satisfy him sexually. No matter how scared she was, she still had to open her gorgeous mouth and suck on his huge load with her sweet lips.

Peter couldn't help but groan when he remembered how sweet and soft her lips were from the quick kiss they shared at the court registry.

He can't wait to have that mouth wrapped around his member and stroke him till he shoots his fluids deep down her throats.

Peter cleared his throat quickly when he saw that he was already getting hard at the thought, “Are you a virgin or not?”