Painful Deception

Mark glanced over at Jacky while she made his omelette; she really was a beautiful woman. He was surprised when he first met her when she turned out to be so intelligent; one didn’t usually come across a girl of fifteen who had a good head on her shoulders. While he was courting her, he tried as hard as he could to be on his best behavior, he knew quite well that her parents would never approve of more than a few stolen kisses and he didn’t want to lose her. So he kept up his act as the sweet guy until they were married, but when they arrived at his manor, he was free to do whatever he chose with her.

He hadn’t meant to be quite that rough, but when he was finally in that tight, virgin sheath he couldn’t help himself. It was quite different from the various loose women he was with while he was courting her. He supposed that’s where the problems began, after that night she refused to touch him and for the first couple of weeks she tried to stop him from touching her, however she was quickly persuaded otherwise with a few slaps and a romp here and there to show her who was stronger and who controlled the marriage.

Now she barely ever talked to him and he found he could not derive that much pleasure from a non-responsive woman. So he found others to fuck while he was out of the house and his anger overcame him, and when he felt like having Jacky, he had her too. He was taken out of his thoughts when she set his omelette in front of him, followed by a small bowl of fruit and a cup of coffee. He looked at her small hands and delicate wrists while she set everything down. He loved small and delicate women, they made him feel powerful while they were underneath him.

Jacky sat herself down opposite him while she ate a piece of toast. She couldn’t keep anything down but she didn’t want to feel weak today, since she had to clean the manor. Well, at least he wouldn’t be near her today and sometimes cleaning made her feel relaxed and she would have time to think of the baby. She purposely looked down at her plate while Mark talked to her- she didn’t want to see his face. Every single time she saw the gray eyes that once drew her to him, the thick dark hair that was beginning to be sprinkled with gray, his aquiline nose and square jaw, all those things once made her think about how lucky she was, to be marrying a man as handsome as he was, and look at her now, pregnant, broken and weak. “As much as I’d like to sit and look at your sad face, I have to be at work. And before I forget, you’ll have to pick up a dress today also, My Company will be having a ball Friday and as my wife you’re expected. Well, don’t forget these dishes, “Mark said swallowing the last swig of coffee. She bit back a retort about her status as his wife and tried not to cringe as he pressed a kiss to her head.

Four hours later, Jacky had dusted, polished, wiped, vacuumed, mopped and ironed and everything was in its proper place. She was rather proud of herself, she had finished everything in less than five hours and now she could get a dress and maybe read for a few hours before she had to prepare dinner for Mark. She took a shower and put on her clothes before calling the chauffer to take her into town and pick out a gown. Stepping into the boutique she looked around on the shelves for a while asking for a few things to be out into a dressing room when she came across a beautiful teal silk gown. Immediately going to try it on, she found that it fit perfectly, and it was gorgeous on her. The color made her warm bronze skin even more beautiful. It hugged her breasts and torso, a strap ran from her left shoulder, followed the slope of her neck down under her breasts, across her torso to her back, another thick strap was out at her right shoulder and the silk flowed down to her feet.

She smiled at herself in the mirror, she did look beautiful despite her cut lip, black eye and bruised cheekbone. Her smile faltered a bit when she realized the person who she would most like to see her in this dress wouldn’t be there; Harry. It had been well over a two and a half months since their last tutoring session, the one where they had shared those kisses. She had felt her feelings morph from a crush into what could be considered love. But Mark had stopped her from going to those lessons, so the only time that she communicated with him was when she sent him a letter, explaining what Mark wanted that night and that she knew she wouldn’t see him for a while. She had even admitted her feelings at the end of the letter as well as a sentence asking him to not send anything back as she feared what would happen if Mark found out. Stopping the tears from forming in her eyes from the injustice of it all, she took off the dress and went out and paid for it before settling back into the car to go back to the place she hated the most.

Harry reread the letter from his love for what had to be the hundredth time. She told him about how Mark means for her to get pregnant, how she wouldn’t be attending school, that she wouldn’t see him for a long time, and probably, most importantly, that she loved him.

It was bittersweet to say the least, she had filled his thoughts a lot for the past three months, and he often found himself wondering if Mark was still hitting her or if she was pregnant. He couldn’t stop himself from hoping she wasn’t; it should be his baby that she was having, not that monster’s. If they were married instead, she would be able to go to college and have a family with him.

But it wasn’t meant to be. He scanned the society pages of the paper daily, hoping to read just a small bit about how she was doing and he had been rewarded two weeks ago when he saw a picture of her. She was beautiful in that teal gown; it hugged her curves and flattered her small body. Her hair was straightened and up in an elegant decorative bun. He couldn’t help but flick his eyes down to her stomach. She didn’t look pregnant, but he knew it took a while for those things to establish. He gazed at her face, on her full lips she had a smile that didn’t reach her beautiful blue eyes and he could clearly see the sadness in them.

But that didn’t stop him from clipping it out and keeping it in the drawer of his desk. He had been on a date with a very nice girl who worked in the library, but the whole time he thought about Jacqueline. He couldn’t bring himself to accept the invitation into her flat; it would be selfish of him to lead her on. But he couldn’t stop hoping that maybe one day soon, he would be able to hold Jacky in his arms again.


Jacky lay in bed staring at the wall in front of her, her small hand rubbing her belly absentmindedly; she couldn’t hide it for much longer. At four months and a week, her belly was getting quite round and was already poking out. It was a good thing that Mark had been called away for business for a month; it was getting hard faking a period. It was the only thing she could do to stop him from taking her to the doctor or becoming suspicious. Plus, she was getting fairly far along and she would need prenatal care, reading books on pregnancy only got her so far. But through the months, she had begun to love the little life growing inside her womb and she was determined to protect it from its father. However, Mark was back and they were to have dinner at his mother’s house tomorrow night, she could only hope that the older woman wouldn’t guess at anything.


A/N: Well here's the new chapter! I hope you like it. Im getting really into this story now, I should update tomorrow. I edited chapter three again because I noticed I didnt make the time transitions that clear. So I hope that helps. Read & Review! Oh & here's a picture of the dress, I though i'd show it because I'm horrible at clothing descriptions:http://www.telegraph.co.uk/fashion/graphics/2006/03/06/oscars/o24.jpg

Isnt it gorgeous!
_Thanks, Naimahfosho