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So no more bragging and here we are!
This story is rated MA for violence and forced sexual intercourse, but also some romantic smut!
Chapter 1
Mrs. Pierce
I could still see a faint scar on his shoulder. This did not lessen his beauty. Brett Pierce was everything a woman could wish for. I have learned this a couple of times over the last three years.
His appearance alone attracted women like flies. Every time we went out girls were swarming around him and asked him to dance or slipped him their numbers. Brett was not interested. God, he is the best. His body was shaped by muscles. You could see how his job helped him being this toned. But beauty can fade and I know that. Still, he will always be beautiful to me Neither age nor the scares on his body would change that.
Then, there was his character. Attentive, respectful and sweet, but also protective, strong and wild. I love every side of him. I was only 18 when we met and he was my savior. His blue eyes and smile kept me going through this horror outsiders called marriage.
You are only 21. He is 23. You are his first and only wife, as he said in his vows. He is your second and last husband. The only one you ever needed to be happy, to feel loved and respected. Sometimes at night, when you carefully caress your protruding belly, because your twins must be having a party inside you. You think about how you have come this far and what a roller coaster ride your life has been so far.
He is your everything.
Ms. Lopez
My mother kissed me goodbye and I went into the boarding line. In less than four hours I will start my life with my fiance.
When I turned sixteen my parents promised me a better life if I marry an American. I agreed and signed up with an agency in San Juan. The woman, Selina, who wrote down my information explained to me how this would work.
I was lead into a room to take some pictures. Selina told me to first to simply smile. I felt like a model and posed a little bit. Then she told me to be sexier and I was confused. "It will make you more interesting for the men." She said and I followed her orders. Nothing much, just a little bit of shoulder and belly. I was 16 and it was such a different experience than always working on the field.
Here, I was allowed to choose some clothes from a wardrobe to make myself look presentable. I felt like I was in heaven. All these colorful dresses, I was overwhelmed. I didn´t think twice before I did exactly what was asked of me. The dress was barely covering my butt and I seductively looked over my shoulder.
It didn´t take long until men showed interest in me, though, I was only 16 going on 17, they came to visit me at my parents´ house. My mother was totally excited about how many admirers I had and tried her best to find a man that would fit my outer appearance.
Deep inside I felt like a piece of meat. I regretted the fun I had taking those pictures.
Every weekend men came to the house and made conversation with my parents instead of me. My father sat next to my mother and looked with a stern face at the bachelors. He wasn´t happy about this, not at all. But he knew it was better for me to marry and have a better chance in life.
My parents were farmers and not of the rich kind. We had two small fields of corn. It barely paid the bills. My mother additionally worked as maid in San Juan. But nothing was helping, I was working until my fingers bled and sleep was a luxury. The only good thing was that my body was looking good due to the hard work and all the sun I got.
My older brother left when I was ten. He wanted to make a better living and worked in a factory in Bogota. From time to time he sent money to support our parents. I haven´t heard from him in a while. Every time I asked about him my mother would say that he was working in a business that was not for everybody. When I was fifteen, I understood that he has become a part of a drug ring.
After interviewing countless men, my mother settled on a man named Noah Puckerman. He liked to be called Puck. I couldn´t understand why my mother chose him, he had haircut that compared to a run-over squirrel. However, he was only 18 and his age and personality would fit me.
I won´t say that he didn´t seem nice, but something about him made me uncomfortable. He talked about having many children and sent me a dirty smile. He told her how he would built us a house in Ohio and my parents were always welcome to visit. He knew they couldn´t afford it, therefore, it was an easy invitation.
When my eighteenth birthday was only a month away, my mother grabbed a suitcase of a bright pink color. My future husband bought it and sent it to me on Christmas. My mother was overwhelmed by his presents. She also got some clothes and beauty products, while my father was gifted a bottle of Whiskey. I had to pack the few items of clothing I owned and an old picture of my family. It took less than 10 minutes to collect my stuff. But my mother continuously told me that my life would be so much better, and that I would forget about them soon. Noah Puckerman would give me everything I wanted and needed.
Leaving everything behind I stepped onto the plane to start a new life. I thought back to the tears my mother shed and me trying to tell her that I will still come and visit them, my husband would probably fulfill this wish of mine. She nodded and blew her nose with loads of cries. My father just hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead. He was not one for a big show or many words but, the night before we headed to the airport he told me that if my husband would treat me wrong, I should start walking towards a police station or just South to come back home to them.