Seeing that Brian was hovering over her intimidatingly, Ayla instinctively pulled the blanket over herself. "Miss Woodsen, you've signed the marriage contract. Why are you hiding yourself from your own husband?". he mocked, seeing her hiding under the blanket. Brian couldn't understand why was she hiding. Anyway, he wouldn't let her off easily tonight. Meanwhile, Ayla was scared of the man in front of her. "You are my legal wife already. Brian scoffed as he closed the distance between them. "Don't you know how to fulfill your duty as a wife?”. He shot a vicious glare at his newly married wife who was curled up in front of him wrapped in a blanket. "No, I don't!" Ayla cried out. Although she was terrified of this man, she was bold enough to speak up her dissent. She knew her resistance would make no difference, but she still had to give itatry. "You are just a woman I bought with money. You think you have a choice?". Brian gritted his teeth while staring at her. “This woman is so ignorant. Is she trembling? Is she actually scared?” The more she behaved like this, the more he was. determined to show her, her place. Brian climbed onto the bed and grabbed her, pulling her towards him. His muscular arms wrapped around her body, keeping her in his embrace. "Let go of me!". Ayla struggled to push him away. However, compared to him, she was fragile. Yet, she didn't want to give in so easily. Brian raised his eyebrow and sneered, "Let you go? Have you forgotten that today is our wedding day? We are going to. consummate our marriage tonight. "No, please, don't! Mr. Clark, please let me go!" Ayla felt humiliated. "Is this some kind of a joke? Are you trying to play innocent? Don't you think you're being a little too hypocritical?" Brian thought. that as the famous girl of the Woodsen family, she would do anything for money. He knew, as long as he had money, she would not refuse him. However, this woman in front of him had been giving him surprises after surprises

"Ouch. It hurts. Please. Ayla cried out in pain as Brian positioned hi mself between her legs. There wa s no way back now. Brian was tryi ng every means to torture her. She should have known this before she got married. Now it was to o late. There was no escap e for her. Looking at the blood stain on the mattress, Brian asked, "How much d id it cost to do the hymen repair?" . Ayla f elt he lpless. She didn’t even ha ve the strength to fight back anymore. He wouldn't of b elieved whatever she said anyway. Nonetheless, isn't her goal was to reassure Br ian that she was Arlene. How could she tell him the truth? She cou ldn't admit her identity, that she wasn't Arlene. So she chose to be silent and said . no thi ng. "Fuck off! Get out of this room!" Brian suddenly yell ed out after finishing off. He had prepared two room s because he didn't want her to stay in his room. He just wa nted to hum iliate her. Ayla shook visibly at his command. She quickly pulled a blanket over her before returning t o the room she was in before. She could sleep th at night. She spent the night sitt ing on the ground and lo oking out of the window. Would she have to face such a life every d ay in the future? Being humiliated by a man who didn't even love her, she had lost the . most preci ous thing f or a woman. The next morning, the door was pushe d open with a bang as Brian came in w ith a bottle of medicine in his hand. He thr ew it at her. "Take it. " He did n't want her to g et pregnant, yet. Also, she was a member of the Woodsen family. He would hate it if she got pregna nt with his baby. Although Ayla was inexp erienced, but she knew what this medicine was. He was rig ht

It was necessary. She had to go t o school and co ntinue her life. He w as r ight. It wa s nece ssary. She still had to go to college and continue her life. "You can't get pregnant without my per mission. For the sake of Woodsen family 's safety, you'd better listen to me!" . He opened the b ottle, poured o ut a white pill. He then threw it directly i nto her mouth and made her s wallow it without any water. She al most c hoked. Tears b rimmed h er eyes. "Get chang ed. We're g oing out. Brian sat down on the s ofa, took out a cigaret te and smoked elegantly. Ayla arose , strugglin g a little. "But, I do n't have an y clothes. Unlike Arlene who had an endless collec tion of branded clothes, she only had a few casual clothes she wore in college. She couldn't reall y go to college in her wedding dress. "Mrs. Clark, you're my wi fe now. I'll provide you w ith everything you need. It was indeed Arlene. Brian wa s now su re of it. She asked for cloth es on the second da y of their marriage. Arlene and her luxuriou s lifestyle. He took out his phone and made a call. Within ten minutes, a pile of branded clothes were sent to her room. Looking at all kinds of clothes and dre sses made of excellent and soft fabric in front of her, Ayla was flabbergasted. Although she loved th e clothes, but she wa sn't a greedy person. She chose a simple w hite dress and walke d into the bathroom. Sitting on the sofa, Brian wa s watching her. He frowned slightly when she chose the plain white dress. Sometimes, he couldn't u nderstand what was going on in that mind of hers