Betrayal.

Whoever said that love conquers all? Well, they were terribly wrong about that one.

*Xenon's POV*

I was to be wedded to my beautiful fiancee two weeks ago. Sadly, she had actually passed away a day before our wedding, due to her ongoing battle with Breast Cancer. I had never been told as to how she had died originally, until I checked myself. But, my parents didn't seem to be fazed as they had already made other arrangements for me. I felt BETRAYED. They knew how much I loved my fiancee. Her name was Azura; she was the most beautiful woman in my life, up until I lost her. I had to see who my parents had planned for me to marry now, and I'm looking at her face as she's passed out in my arms. She is beautiful too. But, not the one I love. I have an idea! I will treat her bad every time we're together up until it abuses her self - esteem. Let's see how much she can actually handle.

-10 minutes later-

We got home and I get out the car, with her still in my arms. She starts to regain her vision. She said something and we head inside. I see my father coming towards us. "Son, why is she here? What have you done?!" my father asked, shocked. "I got what you and mother had planned. Moreover, who you want me to marry now," I say, looking at the girl in my arms to see her shocked reaction. She starts squirming and gets down from me. She tries to run, but I grab a hold of her wrist hard. "Let go of me! I don't want to marry someone like you! I want to go home!" she yelled. "You are home and you will marry me," I say.

She starts crying and I actually smirked. "Dear, come here," my mother says. She shakes her head No, with tears in her eyes. I push her towards my mom and she trips and falls onto her hands and knees. My father yelled, "What the heck, son?! There was no need for that!" I just laughed. I see her struggling to get up, as I notice her ankle is a bit swollen and she's limping. My mother reaches out to her and takes her by the hand. "My dear, we won't hurt you. I'm a mother as well," my mother says. 'If that's what you think, mom. You don't know how wrong you are,' I think to myself. I head to my mother and the girl, and whisper in her ear, 'Meet me in my bedroom. Room at the top left of the stairs. Don't try anything either.' I leave her with my mother and smile to myself. Let it begin.

-END POV-

~Alayna's POV~

I'm wiping my tears away while talking to his mother. I need to leave somehow, but I have to plan it right. We finished talking and I remembered what he said. I should meet him in his bedroom. I head up the stairs to the room at the top left as he said. I take a deep breath. I knock on the door quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. "Come in," I hear him say. I opened the door and see him sitting on the edge of the bed. I notice he has no shirt on. "Close the door," he says. "What did you want?" I asked. "Change your attitude first," he says. I roll my eyes. "Now, you will be getting married to me very soon. First, we have to live together to figure out if we match or not," he says. I laughed. "You're funny, you know that?" I say. "Nothing I said was a joke. You better behave if you know what's good for you, you little brat," he said. "Did you just call me a brat? You're weird," I said. He gets up and starts walking towards me.

I start backing up until my back hits the door. "Why are you backing away? I thought I didn't scare you?" he asks. I take a deep breath. "Why me? Why no one else?" I ask, exhausted. "Because we had decided on getting you to be my wife," he said. "Don't I have a say in this though? Because I really don't want to be married to you," I say. "Not really. No. It has already been decided and there's no backing out from it. Got it?" he said, leaning into my face as he says it. "Please, back up. You're too close. I don't like that," I say. "Why? You think that Liam would be mad at us? Huh? Your little boyfriend will be mad?" he asked, while laughing. "How did you--?" I ask, but he cuts me off and says, "I did a background check on you. I had to know who I had to get married too. Don't I have that right?" he says. I pushed him as hard as I could away from me and he actually stumbled backwards a bit. He looks mad! Uh oh! I probably shouldn't have done that!

"Why did you do that?! You had no right to touch me! I don't want you touching me!" he yelled. "Then, you don't have any rights to touch me or get too close to me either!" I yelled back. He punched the wall right by my head that I flinched. He has anger in him. I need to be very careful before I make him explode more than this. "I'll do whatever I please as you will be my wife soon, got it?" he said, through clenched teeth. I nodded slowly. "Words," he says. "Yes, I got it," I say. He then heads into his walk-in closet and puts on a shirt and grabs a first-aid kit. "Come here and sit on the bed," he says, motioning for me to go sit on his bed. I sit on his bed and notice him lifting my swollen ankle on my right foot to him. "What are you doing? Put my foot down," I say, shocked by his actions right now.

He glared at me and mouthed, 'Be quiet and behave.' I nodded and he continued. His touch is actually soothing. Wait a minute, what am I saying? I need help.