Loving you was a mistake- Steve Johnson and Margaret Smith
"Loving You Was a Mistake" is a captivating tale of love, revenge, and redemption that follows the tumultuous journey of Margaret Smith and Steve Johnson. Forced into a contract marriage orchestrated by Steve out of a misguided belief that Margaret was involved with his sister's husband, Margaret finds herself bewildered by Steve's sudden animosity towards her. The narrative unfolds from their wedding day, where Steve's plan to enact revenge on Margaret begins. As Steve deliberately orchestrates circumstances to make Margaret fall for him, his initial intentions blur as he witnesses Margaret's genuine affection. However, his resolve wavers, and he decides to abandon her, only to realize his true feelings too late. Through a series of flashbacks, the story delves into the origins of the misunderstanding, unraveling the intricate web of deceit and betrayal that led to their strained relationship. As Steve comes to terms with his mistakes, he embarks on a quest to win back Margaret's trust and affection. The novel explores themes of fake love, revenge, drama, and forgiveness as Margaret grapples with the decision to forgive Steve or sever ties with him permanently. Ultimately, "Loving You Was a Mistake" is a poignant tale of love's power to overcome even the deepest wounds, leaving readers questioning whether love can truly conquer all.
Chapter 15 "Echoes of Fear: Trapped in Steve's Fury"
Margaret, held tightly in Steve's arms, felt the weight of his anger bearing down on her. Despite her fear, she spoke softly, her voice barely a whisper in the silence of the room.
"Did you eat something after breakfast?" she asked, her words tentative yet filled with concern. "You must be hungry."
Steve's reaction was unexpected. He hugged her even tighter, his grip almost suffocating as he spoke in a harsh tone. "Sleep, Margaret. You've tested my patience enough for today. Don't irritate me further."
Tears welled up in Margaret's eyes as she felt the sting of his words, but she refused to let fear silence her. "You can be as angry as you want," she said, her voice trembling with emotion. "But please, eat something. Don't starve yourself."
She pleaded with him, her heart aching with the knowledge of his suffering. "Just eat, and then I'll sleep in your arms, just like you want. I'll listen to you."
Steve, his expression unreadable, finally relented. He made her stand on her feet and, without a word, led her to the kitchen. Together, they ate the food prepared by Ms. Brandon, their house help, in a heavy silence that hung between them.
It was a moment of quiet intimacy, the first time in the past six months that they shared a meal together without the facade of a madly in love couple.
As they finished their dinner, Steve caught Margaret's hand tightly and led her back to their room. Margaret sat on the bed, her heart pounding with fear, as Steve went to freshen up. When he returned, he lay down on the bed and pulled her towards him, his embrace tightening with each passing moment. Margaret felt his grip become more and more constricting, and when he roughly pulled her hair, she winced in pain.
"Be a good slave," Steve commanded, his voice cold and unforgiving. "Don't you dare try to disobey me again. And don't think that I agreed to eating dinner changes anything. One more mistake from you, and you'll see a devil."
Margaret nodded, her eyes brimming with tears, as she silently acknowledged his warning. Steve hugged her tightly, his hold unyielding, as he spoke with a stern voice. "Now sleep."
Terrified, Margaret closed her eyes and obeyed, succumbing to the darkness that enveloped her, her thoughts filled with dread of what the night would bring.
As Steve noticed Margaret had drifted off to sleep, he softened his hold on her and gazed at her face tenderly, gently stroking her hair. His phone buzzed with a message from Mathew, his friend and assistant, confirming that the work had been completed. Steve quickly replied, acknowledging the message before turning his attention back to Margaret.
"Oh, Margaret," he murmured softly, his voice tinged with a sinister undertone. "Now the real game begins. Tomorrow, you'll see how I'll shatter your dream of becoming a doctor. You wanted to know the truth, didn't you? Well, consider today's actions as a preview of what's to come."
He kissed her forehead disdainfully, causing Margaret to sob softly in her sleep. Steve wiped away her tears gently, his touch almost tender, before speaking softly, "Save your tears for tomorrow. You'll need them."
With a cunning smile playing on his lips, he traced his fingers along her face before finally settling down to sleep, a sense of anticipation filling him as he awaited the events of the following morning.