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The Unofficial Empress - Chapter 3
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“I hate being under,” Marco said and flipped her so that he is on top.
“Whichever you choose, I’m fine with it,” Alexandra said with a smile and pulled his nape. Just for tonight, she wanted to forget the pressure from the Hong family. She would spend the night with her secret husband. Tomorrow, she would be back to Katapangan and become a lowly palace maid again.
“I will be gentle,” he said as their eyes met.
“You should be,” she replied and pulled him closer.
Alexandra woke up with a heavy head. She has never been drunk like last night. It was unexpected. She became proactive and a little daring to initiate a kiss. She got up only to find her body full of marks. Her waist is a little bit aching so she slowly turned towards her husband.
To her shock, she covered her body with the blanket they shared. The man looked at her with a cold gaze and a frown. “Who are you?” both asked.
“No,” she shook her head feeling at a loss. “It can’t be,” she said as she looked at his ***** body. He’s hot but it wasn’t supposed to be him. “Where’s Janrey? You couldn’t be the one I spent the night with. There must be a mistake,” she said and pulled the blanket to get off the bed but he caught her wrist.
Marco smirked upon realizing that he fell into a scam marriage. “Let me go!” the woman pulled her hand away but he tightened his grip.
“At least calm down and get properly dressed,” he said as he picked up his black robe on the floor just below his side of the bed. Marco wore his robe and went to take fresh clothes from the wardrobe. He took a shower and came out fully clothed.
He took the contracts and read the names before glancing at the woman who is still slouched on the bed, shedding her tears. He smirked. “Nothing’s funny,” Alexandra looked up and met the cold pair of eyes gazing at her.
While he was in the bathroom, she took the chance to review the contract. She felt as if her world has collapsed or her body has broken to pieces. ANGENAS. That surname made her shake and tremble. “Fate is playing with us miss,” he said and sat on the edge of the bed knowing that she must have checked it first.
“I’ve never wanted to take revenge on you. Why are you doing this to me?” she blamed as if he knew about the setup.
“Revenge? Who should be speaking about revenge?” he smirked as he crossed his long legs. “And I must be the one asking you. Why are you all doing underhanded tactics? Ever since your grandmother’s time, the Hong family has been doing the same thing,” he said with clenched teeth.
“Underhanded? You say the Hongs but you refer to my grandmother disrespectfully,” she talked back with gnashing teeth. “You’re still doing dirty tricks…”
“Dirty tricks! What dirty tricks? Name one,” he challenged.
“Well…I…” she was speechless. How was she supposed to know anything when she was not yet born on the time her grandmother took over the throne fifty years ago? People were talking and gossiping about the cruelty and tyranny of the late king, Enrico Angenas.
Wherever in Katapangan she goes, upon mentioning history, all she hears from the younger generation are the Angenas’ cruelty. But one time in the countryside, she met a couple who were about 70 years old and they were talking about the Angenas. Surely they mentioned about the said tyranny but they remarked it as a control measure to avoid further invasion and terrorism from rebel groups outside and within the empire.
“Stop acting like a damsel in distress,” he said and wiped her cheek. Alexandra didn’t notice that she was already weeping. She swatted his hand away because his touch felt good rather than disgusting. Marco retracted his hand and smirked.
“I’m not your damsel in distress,” she said and whimpered. He left her and she just whimpered with her head on her knees. If this is a punishment, why must I be the one to suffer? It wasn’t me!
Alexandra took a shower for about an hour as she tried to remove all Marco’s marks on her body. Marco on the other hand ordered someone to prepare a fresh set of clothes for Alexandra. He constantly looked at the watch while glancing at the bathroom door. When he heard the clicking of the knob, he stood up and fixed his tie.
Alexandra’s heart leapt from her ribcage upon seeing Marco standing beside the bed with his back facing her. She tried to remain composed as Marco turned towards her. Just as she heard, Marco or the third prince of Katapangan is the most handsome among the princes, and maybe the most coldblooded as well. “Wear this,” he said and left the room.
The dress looked beautiful and it suits her perfectly. She would have a reason to hate Marco Angenas if he didn’t have a sense of fashion. She looked into the mirror and assessed her reflection. She is now a married woman with her chastity taken by an Angenas. It wasn’t by her own will but under the influence of alcohol that she gave herself to the enemy.
Tears formed in her eyes but she sniffed to push them back. “I’m strong. I’m strong. I’m not a damsel in distress,” she spoke trying to encourage herself. She exhaled before heading out. At the door, she took another deep breath before opening it.
Food is served as Marco remained seated on the couch. He only looked up when she closed the door behind her. “You must be hungry. Have breakfast with me,” he said so casually as if he did nothing wrong so she copied his blank expression as she sat on the couch in front of him.
“You’re not trying to make me more uncomfortable than I really do, are you?”
“No, except that I want to fill my stomach. If I keep dwelling on the past, can I ever move on?” he asked as if telling something aside from what happened last night. “And if you feel uncomfortable to the point that you have to miss breakfast because you are dining with an Angenas, then you are at a loss. In battle, even enemies accept each other’s help if they want to survive and continue to fight for another time,” he shrugged and took a sip of coffee, “at least it’s what I can think of.”
“Right,” she said and picked up her fork. She would really be at a loss if she didn’t sit down to eat. Most of the dishes are her favorites. Her mouth began to water when she saw the chicken tinola steaming hot from the pot as Marco removed the lid.
“Dig in,” he told her as he put a serving in his bowl. He offered his hand but she didn’t give her bowl so he brought the serving spoon down and let her fill her own.
“What you lost is what I lost as well,” he said without blinking. She jolted as she burnt her tongue by his sudden remark. “Sorry, please go on,” he remarked as he scooped some rice.
She almost lost her appetite but seeing his nonchalant behavior made her disregard their issue. After a quiet meal, Marco smoothed his tie. “As I was saying earlier, what you lost is what I lost as well. I can give you a land or money for compensation…”
“Unacceptable!” she slammed the table and the plates and utensils clashed. She stood up and looked down on him who didn’t even flinch.
“What do you want then?” he clasped his hands and crossed his legs as he laid back comfortably. “I can give you jewels, bags, shoes…”
“Hold your horses Mr. Angenas! I’m not a **********. And I won’t accept anything from your dirty money,” she said and walked out.
“Even if you give me a palace, I won’t accept that. I’m not a woman whose dignity is bought or chastity is sold,” she grumbled as she left the building.