Chapter 11 of chapter 3 Is a play

Is that how he thinks of her? Planning to kill him? Wish she had the heart to do that she wouldn't have been suffering under his brutality over 11 years of their marriage life.

"Hm? I asked you a question!" He growled, was he expecting her to give him an answer to such a ridiculous questions? 

"How can you think of that my husband? I have no bad intention towards you" 

Say the one that didn't plan for his dead behind his back? He thought

He turned and chuckle, glancing at the woman who was laying sexy on the bed for her husband to notice how charming she was. 

"I have never be good to you. So, tell me why would you wish for my death?" 

So, he even knows he had never treated her well, what an evil man! Heartless and wicked man her parents pushed her to marry. She could feel the burns in her heart but played stupid not for him to notice her deepest hatred for the him. Even though she knows 

"My dear husband, I believe that one day you will come to realize that I am good for you" 

That word makes him laugh, that he almost loosen his balance state.

" You say what?" He asked and continue laughing. Making her looks like a fool to what she said...

Did she uttered what she shouldn't have? She asked herself. " My dear husband, did I say anything funny?"  She asked confusedly.

"Of course, you did. Don't you get it? You were sold to me by your parents for a sex doll and  babies machine that all!" 

He called her sex doll and babies machine? After all these years of being with him in pains and brutality, was all he could thinks her as a sex doll and babies machine? Was that how she looks to him?

She swallowed up and look at the man mocking in front of her.  She smiled " But I was still married in a proper way with you" she said politely not to sounds too rude since she knows the man she was dealing it.

"Yeah that was right" 

At least, he consider it that we were legally married to each other. 

" That was to cover up.the society can think you're legally my wife unknown to them that you're my slave!" He laughed at the mention of the word slave. He so much love that slave making people know their places around him.

Mrs Brett couldn't believe it that all he had seen she as. A slave, a sex slave and a baby machine. She hate this man with all parts of her! After trying to please him in all aspects, he was this ungrateful! Asshole! She thought to herself.

He takes his seat on the couch. " But no of them goes as planned, you can't give birth to the child I wanted and nothing good had never happen through you. You are just a curse! And nothing useful. Was I blind the first day I met you? I thinks I was, how can I marry such a failure like you and add her into my life!" 

Mrs Brett felt tore apart, she can't believe that what he was saying about her. When fully well she remembers the way he looked at her lovely, admiring her beauty like she was the only woman on earth. 

Yes, she never first consider him despite the fact he was good looking and charming that any woman can wish for to be on his arms. But she enjoyed his sweet words to her, the way he admired her and cherish her like an golden egg.

Never had she thought that after getting married to him, he would be this heartless and wicked toward her for no reason..

What a man have she meet. From all the well suitable suitors, her parents only consider Mr. Mount to be the right man for her because he was wealthy and well-known in the society.

Now, look what her parents stupidity has bought her into. The gate of hell with no escaping out from it. Onec you are in, you in forever! 

"You are such a fool to thought you mean something to me"

"Is that the reason you are sleeping with all the females servants in front of me? For they to give you a male child after you have damage my womb?" She tried not to speak about the pains he had cause her but she couldn't.  Since the beast was pouring abusive words at her.

"Damage? What womb? Did you call that stomach of your a womb? " He chuckled and looks up at the roof.

Mrs Brett couldn't hold on to her tears again, as she continues crying. It was painful to thought the man she once love would thinks of her this way.  He had said harmful words at her before but no one was up this painful.

"You are not even good on bed yet you consider yourself as my wife. The only woman that could be considered as my wife was Mercy" his eyes were still on the rooftop, smiling about the mention of her name 

"MERCY" his lips repeated again memorizing the way he had fucked her before. He wishes to hear that her lovely screaming and crying on his ears again. They sound like sweet melody to his ears. 

Mrs Brett eyes wide at the confession of her husband. So, he consider a black woman over her? Is that what he was saying to her now. He needed a black woman? Which the society will comdan her for? Is that what he wants?.. she was such a fool to consider that he might still have a place of heart for her since he never wants her to leave the mansion...

"I missed everything about her, her sweet scents that smell like the fresh flowers itself. And lovely rose lips that tastes like the sweetest fruit on earth. That her amazing curves that drive me crazy"  his eyes were close as  he memorized her body shape.

Mrs Brett felt irritated , her pains increase. In front of her he had the right to describe the body shape of another woman without considering her pains? What type of man is this? She asked herself.  Why did she even fall into this type of situation the first place.

She couldn't take enough of his nonesense

"You are a stupid man!" 

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CHAPTER 11 OF CHAPTER 3 IS A PLAY

"You are a stupid man! Ungrateful type!" She yell painfully while the tears flow from her eyes like a running stream.

He laughed " Ahhhh!" 

"That's fucking funny! You are such a crazy woman, don't you think so?" 

"I wish you go to hell and burnt to ash! Asshole!" 

That word provoked the devil. He stood up from his couch. Drags on her neck tightly, trying to squeeze the life out of her. 

"Who are you calling names? You should be happy that I get married to a stupid fool like you. And you dare speak back to me! Huh?!" 

Mrs Brett was suffocating, she shouldn't have provoked him but she couldn't take much of his insults on her anymore. 

"P-Please.." she try to speak but her word comes out as a whisper. " Do you want to live or died! " His expression on his face had turned completely different!.

While Mrs Brett was struggling with her hands to free herself but the man grips were too tight for her. 

When he saw the woman had no power of fighting against him. He loosen off. 

Mrs Brett grabs for air, she coughed heavy, the man grips was tight on her. She wonder if he was attending to kill her that instant.

"You are nothing to Brett, and will always be " 

He snaps out of the room, closing the door behind him roughly. While Mrs Brett was left in the room alone, weeping in pains, she hates her life.....

Back in the guest room. Matthew is far asleep,  his legs were both  spread wide on the bed also snoring like a wild beast having a snap. 

Mercy was roaming around the room in one direction thinking on what to do and was bother by Mr. Mount offer while her legs counts along with her thoughts..

"Mr. Mount is up to something, he can't give for free" she said. Her eyes fell on the sleeping boy. He was sleeping peaceful and smiling in his sleep. She had never seen him sleep so peaceful before. He must be happy to live here. Mercy felt guilt, she was hiding a big secret from her son. 

The boy had believe his father was dead and gone unknown to him, he was in his father room .  What if the boy later find out and not from her but for someone. Will he forgive her, understand her option of her decision.

She smiled, seat on the bed side close to the boy. Her hands plays on his curly little hair and pulled the loosen strand from his face.

"You will be free without his help" she whispered, kissed his forehead. 

'The door braks, she turned looking frighten, who was knocking at door as late at the night. 

She looked up the clock and saw the time had runs faster than she expected. It was 2:30am already in the next day.

The door braks again, this time almost get her running. She was trembling, she wasn't expecting anyone this late at night and neither did she want that bastard to come to her room, that certain her fear.

"Who....is ... there?" She stermmer.

"It me Lady Elsie" the voice called.

Indeed the voice sounds familiar like the maid who attended to her firstly when she entered.

"Please can you open up lady Elsie. I have something to tell you" 

When Mercy done recognizing the voice, she stood up and walked up to the door.

It was indeed the maid, her calculation was right. The same maid. She enter and wave a smile at  her. 

"Why are you here at the hours of the night?" Comes immediate question from Mercy. What to important that she wants to talk about that couldn't wait until the sun was up. 

"I want to tell you something important" she whispered, like they're in the public place.

"What do you want to say that you couldn't for the sun to set first. " 

"It about the lord" she whispered again. What the ideal. "He is up to no good. Please you have to be careful. Everything had been a play to get you back in the mansion with him."  The lady tried to explained but her explanation about the maid showing up at her room door did make a  sense! 

"Lady Mercy, you need to leave as soon as possible if you want to live with your son" 

Is that a threat? She hadn't gotten the chance to asked the maid her name or even why she  is here in the first place. 

"What your name please?" She asked to shut the maid up. Since she got in, she haven't stop talking. It isn't that Mercy didn't understand what she was saying. Of course, she clearly understand her word and the warning but what she couldn't understand was the fact of all these was a plan work. 

What she saying that Mrs Brett also knowns about her true identity and pretend to recognize her.  She knows Mrs Brett can never be that petty, she is not like the man she married...

She can't do each a thing to her all because of her husband. No, she didn't believe the words of the maid, if it was about she getting away from the house, she was fine with that not including Mrs Brett as a bad culprit in this.

She had known Mrs Brett for a year and know what she can do or not do. Mrs Brett is a good person and all her intention was pure to Mercy. 

All she knows that Mrs Brett couldn't allowed her and her son suffer on the street that the reason she asked them to come live with her. What is the maid saying now, it doesn't means a sense in one bit to her.

"My name is  Thea" she said

"Thea? I think you get the wrong intention about Mrs Brett, she is not like the man she married. She can't do each a thing. I know you must have known me before for working here as Mrs Brett handmaid. Don't you ?" 

Thea nods. Of course she knows her.