I'll Teach You, Marianne.

< The Clarke Family Mansion, 1 AM >

Alan carefully descended the stairs, not because it was already very late at night, but because he was currently carrying Anne in his arms, as she was still fast asleep. Seeing the young master brought his wife down in an unusual way made the maids who had not slept smile, but Noah was different. He felt that something had gone wrong, because he knew very well that his young master's wife was not a spoiled person. Worried that Alan would slip down the stairs, Noah followed Alan to the car and helped him get into the car that Nicholas had prepared beforehand.

"We're going to the villa," Alan said quietly, as Noah carefully closed the car door.

Nicholas nodded his head. He chose not to speak for fear of waking the mistress. Not long after, the Cadillac Presidential Limousine, also known as The Beast 2.0, immediately left the Clarke family mansion to Alan's private villa. The car that Nicholas was driving was currently one of the safest cars in the world. The car was also used as the official car of one of the presidents of superpower countries. For that reason, Mr. David Clarke bought one unit for Alan to use every time he wanted to travel at night.

After the convoy of cars that escorted Alan's car left the mansion area, the gate was tightly closed again. Luckily, at this time Roger Douglas's men were sleeping in his car, so they didn't know that Alan had gone back from his house. Because the night was getting late, the trip to the villa that should have taken approximately 50 minutes now only took about 30 minutes. The guards at the villa immediately moved quickly when they saw the master's motorcade approaching.

"All of you in the pavilion, don't let anyone enter the villa without my permission," said Alan again when he got out of the car.

"Yes sir, I understand," Nicholas answered quickly.

After giving a message to Nicholas and the rest of his men, Alan then rushed into the villa because the night air was getting colder. As he got out of the car, Alan could feel that Anne was pressing her body against him, seeking warmth. So he chose to immediately enter the villa, so that Anne would not get sick. Alan's footsteps could be heard clearly when he walked on the marble floor once they were inside the villa.

"I'm sorry I have to take you to the villa again, Anne," Alan said softly when he arrived at the room, the room where he got Anne's chastity by force.

Alan slowly lowered Anne on the bed. He smiled because during the trip, Anne did not wake up at all. It seemed that Anne was really very tired. Because it was very late at night, finally Alan decided to sleep beside her. Hugging her tightly, afraid of losing her, the only woman he had fallen in love with since the first time he laid eyes on her.

< Alan Knight Clarke's Villa, 3 AM. >

Anne woke up as she was having difficulty to breathe. After she opened her eyes, Anne finally knew what made it difficult for her to breathe.

"You liar! You said you wanted to let me sleep alone," Anne muttered under her breath as she tried to free Alan's arms from his body.

After trying hard, Anne finally managed to free herself from Alan, she was about to reach for the glass on the nightstand, when she finally realized that at the moment she was not in Alan's bedroom in the mansion. Anne immediately rolled her eyes, trying to find out where she was right now. Her eyes widened when she recognized the room she was in.

Instantly, her whole body shivered violently, her face immediately turned pale as she recalled the events that had happened in the room where she was currently in. Luckily, Alan, who was aware that Anne was not by his side, immediately woke up and was surprised to see Anne was already sitting on the floor with her head down. Without waiting long, Alan immediately jumped from the bed right in front of Anne.

"Anne..."

Anne immediately looked up at Alan with teary eyes. "W-what do you want, Alan?" Anne's lips trembled as she spoke, showing how shocked she was at the moment.

Oh God, Alan's heart felt like it was being squeezed seeing Anne's condition.

"Honey, calm down. We'll have a good talk, okay?" Alan said softly, trying to calm Anne, his hand reached towards Anne's face trying to caress it.

But Anne, who didn't want to be touched by Alan, immediately avoided his hand. She shifted her body to the right, away from Alan. "Don't touch me."

"Anne, please, don't do this. We can talk about it nicely."

"What do you want to talk about? You took me to the place where you raped me, Alan!! You brought me to this cursed place, what do you want?!!!" Anne screamed hysterically. Her voice echoed and it could not be heard outside because Alan's room was soundproof.

"I want to finish what I started, Anne, please don't make it difficult. Come on, let's have a good talk."

Anne shook her head. She smiled sinisterly with tears still flowing from her eyes. "Finish what you started? Fine, then call your lawyer quickly. Let's just get a divorce."

Hearing the word divorce from Anne's lips made Alan's jaw tighten. He looked very angry. Without a word, Alan immediately got up from the floor and tried to grab Anne who was trying to get away from him. Anne's efforts were in vain, because Alan was getting more violent. He roughly grabbed Anne's hand to make her stand up. Although initially she struggled, but her efforts were in vain, Alan had managed to lock her body.

"Let go..."

Anne couldn't finish her words because Alan's big hand was gripping her jaw tightly.

"What did you say? Divorce? Don't ever dream of having a divorce, Anne. Didn't I tell you many times that ever since you set foot in Luxembourg, you were destined to be mine? So don't dream about it, you won't be able to leave me. You won't be able to divorce me," Alan said coldly in a rising voice. His eyes gleaming sharply at Anne who looked very surprised to be treated rudely by Alan again.

"Alan, it hurts..." Anne groaned in a barely audible voice.

Alan loosened his grip, but it did not make Anne apart from Alan who was still in control.

"Listen to me carefully, don't ever think of divorcing me," said Alan coldly, bringing his face closer to Anne. "You are my wife, Alan Knight Clarke's only wife and no other woman can take your place. So don't ever expect to get away from me, even if I have to look for you in hell, I will still find you."

Anne got goosebumps. Her body reacted again to hear the words that just came out of Alan's lips. When she was looking down, suddenly she felt Alan's hands no longer wrapped around her waist. The man was touching the private area in her lower body. 

"Alan.." Anne sighed softly.

Alan smiled sarcastically. "You're curious aren't you, as to why I brought you to this villa again?"

Anne did not answer Alan's question. She was still trying to keep her legs together to hold Alan's movement which Alan immediately realized. However, because her strength was weaker than Alan's, her thighs were finally opened and currently being held down by Alan with one of his legs, allowing Alan to move freely in her lower body.

Anne immediately bit Alan's shoulder when his hand managed to slip into the underwear she was wearing. "Stop it, Alan... it hurts.."

Alan chuckled. He then pulled his hand from Anne's nightgown and licked it without disgust right in front of Anne, who looked exhausted.

"I brought you to this place to make good memories that will erase the events of that time, Anne," Alan whispered hoarsely in Anne's ear.

Anne swallowed her saliva and prepared to open her mouth but she couldn't say anything, because Alan had pushed her onto the bed and made the lower part of her nightgown flipped. Realizing that, Anne immediately straightened her nightgown.

"Open your legs!" Alan said in a deep, lustful voice as he removed the tight t-shirt that was clinging to his body through his head.

To be continued