Ugly Bride

THE STORY

Two buddies, Peter Li and Joey Wu, are tighter than blood born brothers. Peter rules the underground as a tyrant mafia. Joey is a multi-billionaire business tycoon. Both are powerful, and both are deadly. After knowing each other for so long, wanting to tightened their bond, they agree to marry their grandkids together. Joining forces and becoming one big family. As one, they are unstoppable among the nation.

PRESENT

“This is it. This is the moment I have been waiting for all my life. Marrying my fairytale prince who have come from afar. He is not only rich and handsome but he is also well liked by everyone,” thought Ivy Li.

Popped her door opened. In came a staggering looking man. It was her husband. Her husband looked half dead and half alive as he was drunk.

What the hell? How did my uncles and father got my husband so drunk? Don't they know that I want some tonight. Like good sex. Tsk! Annoyed with his drunkenness, she ran up to her husband. She had to help him sober up to have a memorable night. She helped him steady his feet. But to her surprise he waved his hands at her, refusing her help. She frowned as he wouldn't let her touch him.

“Go away,” he hiccuped.

Ivy ignoring his waving hands said, “Let me help you." She eased him gently into the room.

After they got in, Andrew's true temper showed. “Don’t touch me!” he snapped.

Ivy's frown deepened. She was confused by his grouchy temper. She patiently said, “I- I- But-”

He interrupted her rudely, “You're not worthy of me." His eyes looking directly at her. For a clear moment he shows hatred in them.

Ivy gasped as she senses despise in them. She can feel anger coming from his soft color pupils.

His eyes held it's gaze. Cold and distant.

She stupidly asked, “What?”

He snorted loudly, “You’re not worthy to be called my woman.”

Ivy inhaled deeply. She was trying to control her shaking heart. Taking in slow deep breaths as she control her shattered dreams.

Andrew put his hand into his pocket and tilted his head at her. His attitude didn't change. Nothing in his face softened at her shocking expression.

After a few minutes she exhaled briefly. She closed her eyes and opened it slowly. She looked at her husband. She didn’t know why he said such things to her. It must be because he's drunk. The liquor must have made him said such cruel words. It's not the real him. The intoxication is making him lucid. That's right he's impaired. She sighs as her silly husband is under the influence of alcohol. For she doesn't want to believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. For it would hurt her too much.

Ivy clenched her fist tightly and loosened them quickly. That's right, she doesn't deserve such harsh words. She didn’t do anything wrong. She doesn’t deserve to be talked to in such a way.

Andrew gave a loud 'tsk' and turned away from her. His sudden head movement caused a slight dizziness that send him tumbling to the ground.

Ivy gasped as Andrew's body crashed on the carpet floor. She ran to him and gently lift him off the ground. To her surprise he was a much bigger and heavier than she expected. She lost her gripped and they both staggered under his weight and fell down.

"Ow! You stupid woman," shouted Andrew.

Ivy huffing away stuttered, "I'm- I'm sorry. I was- I was just trying to help you."

Andrew grumbled angrily, "Stay-Stay away from me." He got on all four and started to crawl away from her.

Ivy bit her lower lips.

"Yuck!" he spat.

"Hu," gaped Ivy. Maybe he's too intoxicated to even know that he is speaking rudely to her. That's the only logical explanation. She looked at him as his head touched the mattress. He was a complete mess.

After waiting a few seconds she sighs. He probably doesn’t even know he’s talking to me, his new bride. That's probably why he's saying all these gibberish words. Mistaking her for someone else. Heck... does he even know who I am?

Andrew was feeling around.

Ivy thought that during their wedding ceremony he seemed pretty content with her. He was even seen faintly smiling at her. As he put the ring on her he showed interested in her. And when he kissed her he was full of passion. It seems that at moment everything was going well.

Her husband was gagging.

Ivy didn't know what have come over him but this abrupt behavior was not like this afternoon. Something in him changed after their ceremony, but what?

She shook her head from the confusion.

Andrew grabbed the trash bin and thrashed his head deep into the can and threw up.

Ivy was confused. The gentle and kind looking man was no more. Nowhere to be found. The man before her is violet and compulsive.

BELCH!

Her husband was burping loudly after his expulsion of puke. He wiped his lips and looked quietly at her. His intense look have eased. His brows have lightened up.

That's it. It must be the alcohol. It's causing him not to be himself. She shook her head silly. What was I thinking? That my husband loathes me, that can't be.

After contemplating about her husband's behavior, Ivy said confidentially to herself, "It's the alcohol that's talking, not him. Don't think too much. It's nothing else." Tonight is their special night, nothing will disturb them. Nothing will come in between them. Everything will be prefect. Wonderful and fairytale like.

Ivy grabbed a towel and begin to wiped his forehead.

His brows tensed again.

Ivy begin to panic as his scowl darkens again.

Andrew grabbed her hand and coarsely growl, "I thought I told you to stay away from me."

Ivy was confused by his irritation. Why is he acting like this to her? She didn't do anything wrong.

His eyes glaring angrily at her. "Do you not understand what I'm saying to you?"

Ivy gasped at the depth of despair in his iris. He is angry with me. But- But why?

He shoved her away from him.

Lily tumbled away from him. "An-Andrew," she gaped in shock.

He didn't give way to her, instead he got up and pulled himself onto the bed.

“Andrew- How- You...” She was shock by his demeanor.

Andrew waved his index finger at her and said, "You! Don’t call ever me by my name.”

Ivy was puzzle. She didn't know what else to call him by if not by his name. Honey. Babe? Sugar? Oh. What puppy names are we giving each other. She thought happily to herself that maybe he already gave them nickname. And all of this is just an act and nothing else. She then asked, “Then- Then should I address you?"

Andrew smirked evilly. “Sir."

Ivy's eyes widened at his words.

He slurred, "Young Master Andrew."

Ivy was shocked by what he is saying. It is not what she thought. She stuttered, "But that's- that's for the maids and servants to call you. I'm- I'm your wife- I'm- I'm not supposed to call you that."

Andrew looked at her with his right brows raising, questioning her defiance.

"I'm- I'm your partner now."

With annoyance he cross his arms and ignored her words.

Ivy clenched her hand to her chest. It’s okay Ivy, he’s just testing me. Don’t think too much.

Andrew rolled his eyes at her and laid sprawl on the bed. His legs was dangling at the edge of the bed.

Ivy noticed that Andrew's breathing was even. His eyes was closed. He looks to be asleep. She took a step closer and look at him. His features was stunning. “Wow,” she silently gasped.

Despite his rotten attitude he was quite handsome. When she first saw him she thought he was beautiful. Glowing inhumanely at her at the altar. She brush her fingertips over his loose hair. "Hmm," she hummed quietly.

Looking closely at him now he is indeed an exceptional human being. "My prince charming." She smiles inwardly as she continues to observed him.

She knew that the moment she entered through the door he was the one for her. She can feel it in her heart. Her soul, vibrating with excitement as she found her soulmate.

Andrew Wu was an attractive fellow. He was tall and lean. He had defined muscles rippling through his body. She can see the veins popping out of his hands that he is a strong man. He has a strong feature on his jawline. His chiseled face shows his charms in his cheekbones. His dark brown hair was short and thick. His dark eyebrows outlining his beautiful brown eyes.

Ivy continued to sit there sighing at her handsome husband. Oh, he’s handsome alright. With a face like this, I can’t get enough.

Andrew was groaning in his sleep as if he was having a bad dream.

Ivy backed up to give him some space.

SNORE! Andrew was drooling away.

Ivy, innocently clasped her face with excitement as she was watched him snoring softly away. She was giggling with happiness. Her heart was thumping with joy. Oh, he's so cute when he snore. She was squealing with joy. What a prize I got.

Just like her fairytale dream she was getting everything she ever wanted. A handsome, respectful, rich, and well sought man. “Oh, what a beautiful dream this is turning out to be," she whispers. Then she giggled, "How I am going to love sucking him dry."

Andrew was shuffling his big body on the bed, trying to get into a comfortable position.

Ivy's eyes widened at Andrew's swift movement. The way Andrew's body was moving around was making her breathing hot and heavy. Oh, just look at him. The way he is moving is telling me that he is going to be good in bed. Her body was heating with excitement.

She clasped her hands over her mouth as she catches herself thinking of such lewd words. Oh... how embarrassing. I am sounding like my parents. Her face was blushing red.

"But then again this is supposed to be what's happening on our first night," she said to herself. She then giggled as she will no longer be a virgin after tonight.

Andrew turned his head away from her, repositioning himself.

No, I am a well defined woman. I shouldn't sound like a horny woman. She snapped herself awake from her silly thoughts. Ivy lifted his legs onto the bed. She saw his shoes and started to slipped it off of his feet.

Andrew jerk awake and shook his leg free of her grasp, and glared at her.

Ivy have never seen such scary eyes before. She was frightened by his looks.

Andrew did something that she didn’t think he would do, he yanked her by the arm and pushed her off the bed.

Ivy fell hard onto the ground.

“What the hell do you think you're doing!” he demanded.

She faintly said, “I-I- I was taking off your shoes.”

He shouted, “How dare you!”

Ivy gasped as he was really angry.

"You stupid woman!" he loudly roar.

She nervously swallowed and said, “But- But you cannot sleep with your shoes on.”

“I will sleep with whatever the fuck I want on!" Andrew's temper was flaring. His breathing was heaving heavily at her.

Ivy was taken back by his anger, and didn't know what to do. She just slowly nodded her head at him.

Andrew gripped her by the arms and said, “Don’t you ever fucking touch me.”

Ivy flinched as he have such a potty mouth. She have heard her mother and father swears, and especially her uncles. But not like him. For a man who is high class, he sure cuss a lot. Saying such distesting words is definitely out of her comfort zone. She didn't like it, especially when she doesn't use such foul words. But if this is how her husband is, she will have to get used to it. She will have to change herself and adjust to him. This is the only way to live a harmonious life together.

"Did you get that you stupid country woman!" he slurred at her.

Ivy was disappointed. He wasn't drunk. He's sober. He is deliberately attacking her.

"Born in a small town, up on a mountain top, in the middle of the forest, with no education, what makes you think you deserve to stand by me?" he questioned her.

His insults was harsh and cold. She bit her lower lips.

"Humph. As I reckoned. You're an idiot. Not only that but you're ugly. Hideous looking."

Ivy's brows narrowed at him. This man... he's insulting me where it hurts. She touched her face. It's a good thing I didn't show him my real face.

"So scary looking," he mocked her.

She thought to test him, “What do you mean? Don't- Don't you like me?"

"Pfft. You're butt ugly. And being butt ugly, why the hell would I look at you," he said proclaiming proudly.

Ivy's fist tightening behind her back. She looked firming into his eyes. "Butt ugly?"

"Yes. It means you're not good enough for me." He tilted his head at her. "I wouldn't dare look at you even if you stripped naked in front of me."

"Grr! This dick!" she wanted to say but held her containment. No! I will not lower myself to his level. I'm better than he is. I will not swear!

He snorted proudly at her.

Ivy looked at him. I'm a fine looking woman. Sexy, beautiful, and drop dead gorgeous! I'm too good for you, you jerk!

Andrew stood up sharply as he didn't like her silence. "So, country bumpkin, stay away from me."

Damn it! We cannot be like this. We're supposed to be a loving couple. We have to forgive and forget. She exhaled slowly, taking her time to breathe. Controlling her temper before she speak. But before she gets a chance to say she forgives him, he said something that shocked her.

"You will never be Mrs. Wu," he said cold.

Ivy's eyes popped as he said those words. She asked, "What- What do you mean?"

“It means you will never ever be my wife."

His words shattered their earlier vows.

"With that being said, you have no privilege to be anywhere near me.”

Ivy was confused by his words. Not be near him. That means no touching. No hugging. No kissing. No sex. But they're husband and wife. Legally married. Wedded and all. How is all he said possible?