AN: This is a beauty and the beast fanfic where Belle starts off married to Gaston.
Warning: lemons and graphic rape... you have been warned... I own nothing: Disney owns everything.
Reviews very welcome:) I am in the process of editing all of the chapters of this fanfiction while I continue to write the sequel. Thank you all for reading.
Prologue
Oh, what a little town she lived in. A little town, with little people, with little meaning. It mattered not what one said or did, for everyday was the same as the last and everyone knew that the next would have the same story.
Belle couldn't stand it any more. She had never thought her life would come to this, married to a man she hated with her entire being.
She had always thought that if she did marry, if she did find someone who saw her as something more than the odd girl in the village, it would be for love. Though she had always doubted she would ever find such a man.
She had married Gaston for three reasons. Her father had passed away and she needed a source of income because she could not work, she grew tired of his unyielding requests and nagging, and because she was desperate for a change. Belle needed something to be different in her life. She had lived for five years in a town with nothing to look forward to but her books, and something had to be done.
In hopes that it would improve her life, Belle married Gaston with little forethought. Unfortunately, what she had hoped would bring her contentedness even though all logic screamed the opposite, the decision brought her much misery instead.
She had hoped the marriage to the most eligible bachelor in the town would cause the village to see her as something more than the strange, orphaned girl. She was horribly mistaken.
In hindsight, many of her hopes turned out to be incredibly false indeed.
Gaston would return to their home drunk, and sometimes even with another woman. He would kick Belle out, of course, on such occasions, but these nights were nothing compared to the others. Gaston at times would force himself onto Belle, holding her down with his powerful arms while he took his pleasure.
She remembered when she finally conceded to being his wife. He looked, handsome, as usual, and his arrogance was almost overwhelming. With the previous attempts to make Belle his wife, he at least had had the politeness to get down on one knee, but as she continued to say no, his requests became more and more like demands. When she finally said yes, it was because she had finally given up on trying to avoid him. The way Belle saw it was that she was simply prolonging the inevitable. So she gave in.
Belle caved, just as she would do for the many years to come as she attempted to please her husband.