The Billionare's Plain Wife

"You must give me an offspring within one year. If you can't, then it will be certain that your father will not get any more care!" The handsome man grabbed a young girl by the jaw.

The girl winced in pain at what the man was doing. "If you stop the treatment of my father, then my father will not survive!"

"Yes, it is true that your father will not survive. Therefore, you must give me offspring as soon as possible, or your father will die." The man pushed the young girl so that she fell to the floor. Then he exited the prepared bridal chamber.

It should have been a happy night, but instead, it became hell for the young girl named Cantika Putri Sari.

"Oh my god ...." The girl winced as she felt the pain in her palms.

Not to mention that the wedding dress designed by a famous designer had to be torn by the actions of her husband, who had just married her in a matter of hours.

Her jaw hurt, and her body was in agony. However, Cantika had to endure all of this for the sake of her father, who was now lying in the hospital due to irresponsible people.

"I have to survive at all costs! Father might not survive if I give up on this marriage." Cantika huddled in the corner of the room, wringing her hands. It was as if she was giving herself strength.

Even the makeup on her face had not been removed, as she did not have the energy to go to the bathroom.

"Why are you still cowering down there? Don't you want to clean your dirty body?" Andika asked with emphasis.

Cantika was stunned, biting her lower lip hard when she saw the figure approaching her. The man's cold aura made her shiver with fear.

"I thought you weren't coming back here," Cantika replied nervously.

"Quickly clean yourself up, then serve me. In 10 minutes, you should be done, and don't forget to wear this," Andika ordered as he threw the nightgown roughly in Cantika's face.

The girl gasped, then quickly nodded vigorously.

"One more thing, call me sir. Because someone like you doesn't deserve my name," the man ordered coldly.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind, sir." Cantika hugged the nightgown and hurried into the bathroom.

After she finished cleaning herself up, she took stock of her appearance. Her eyes glazed over at the dress she was wearing.

She was embarrassed, very embarrassed, even though she was going to wear it in front of her husband.

"What took you so long in there? I don't like waiting!" Andika said loudly, causing Cantika, who was inside, to fidget.

Cantika was nervous because she was very embarrassed about the nightgown she was wearing.

"Fine, if you don't want to come out. Then don't blame me if your punishment will be multiplied later."

There was a rough closing of the door, and Cantika knew that her husband had come out of their bridal suite.

Not exactly a husband, but someone who had bought her at a high price.

After 20 minutes in the bathroom, Cantika chose to go inside as she heard no sign of Andika returning. The girl felt very cold in there. So, she chose to get under the blanket. Then closed her eyes after turning off the lights.

However, about an hour later, Cantika closed her eyes. She felt someone pressing down on her, so she woke up and gasped.

"Who are you? Don't come any closer!" she cried out in fear. The pitch-black room made her panic even more.

"Shut up, you chose this yourself!" The man laughed hoarsely. "Kartika, you're very beautiful, darling."

Cantika cried loudly as the man on top of her was Andika-her husband. "Mr. Andika! I'm not Kartika!" She looked away with tears streaming down her face, the smell of wine wafting from Andika's mouth. I don't know how many bottles the man had gulped down.

Andika's body stiffened, his jaw tightened, and his eyes glared. "How dare you mention the name of the woman I love? Now taste your punishment, naughty girl!"

Cantika shook her head frantically, she struggled with all her might. Andika cursed loudly when the girl's foot kicked his chest.

Cantika, who saw an opportunity to escape, immediately got up from the bed. However, her steps were halted when Andika slammed her back onto the mattress.

His tall, muscular body towered over her, showing that he was very powerful. "Enough fooling around already." The man whispered hoarsely, ignoring Cantika's heart-wrenching cries. "So, let's spend the night and give birth to offspring for me."

Cantika's body shivered, unable to bear the pain that sliced through her bottom.

"Ugh, Master! Slow down, it hurts!" the young girl screamed. But the big man,

Andika seemed not to care about the little girl who continued to suffer. Andika's eyes radiated ferocity as he continued to push his strength, not caring that Cantika was in pain. He reached the peak of satisfaction all by himself, while Cantika could only cry, tears streaming down her cheeks. The difference in strength between the two was obvious.

When he was done, Andika stared at the red stains soaking the white sheets with a satisfied look, a smirk appearing at the corners of his lips. "Turns out you're still a virgin. That's good, I didn't lose too much money!"

Cantika's tiny body could not endure the rough treatment from Andika, and her pain and fear became more and more apparent. Inside, Cantika was devastated, as bluish bruises dotted her body from the grip of her husband's big hands. However, she no longer had the strength to fight back.

The man was indifferent to the presence of the little girl nearby and decided to lie down and go to sleep. Cantika choked back sobs, but Andika didn't seem to care, he just closed his eyes, and soon, there was snoring.

Cantika then hobbled to the bathroom, feeling very dirty. In her heart, she was devastated, her cries growing louder. She turned on the shower with cold water and continued sobbing there.

"I'm dirty, I'm disgusted!" she complained as she beat her body, not caring about the growing pain.

Under the pouring water, the girl was unable to hide her cries, not even caring if someone would be disturbed. She just wanted to express all the emotions she felt.

After letting out a long breath and venting her emotions, the girl then decided to put on a bathrobe. Her lethargic steps and blank stare led her to a large bed that felt deserted. Although someone was sleeping on it, Cantika felt as if she was alone there.

The mattress, which was soft and spacious, now felt so hard and cramped. It was annoying, imagining herself spending days in this house for an indeterminate amount of time. It could be days, months, or even years. Cantika sighed, strengthening her resolve.

"I have to have children soon so I can get out of this place quickly," Cantika muttered as she squeezed the blanket covering her body restlessly.

**

"Heh, wake up!" A woman suddenly jerked roughly at the blanket covering Cantika's body.

The girl was so startled that she fell off the high bed she was sleeping on. "Ugh, why does it have to be so rough?" Cantika complained of pain while holding her buttocks, which were sore from the fall.

The woman chuckled, grinning sarcastically as she looked at Cantika arrogantly.

"Who do you think you are here? You're just a doll bought with a lot of money, so you should make yourself useful by not being lazy!" the woman shouted, venting her anger without caring about Cantika's hurt feelings.

The girl looked up, trying to stare at the face of the woman standing before her with disbelief.

"Kartika?" said Cantika with a confused look on her face, not recognising the cruel figure in front of her.

"Don't you dare mention my name because I'm the one who saved your decrepit father from the stresses of life!" snapped Kartika, anger boiling over. She pulled Cantika's hair vigorously, tormenting the girl.

"Let go, it hurts!" moaned Cantika, trying to release her hair from the grip of the woman's hand.

Roughly, Kartika released her hand, causing several strands of Cantika's hair to be pulled until the pain on her scalp became unbearable.

The girl winced as she clutched her head while Kartika proudly stood in front of her, her eyes glaring sarcastically at Cantika.

"Hurry up and go downstairs! Do everything the other servants do, and don't expect to be the mistress of this house. I'm the mistress, and you're just someone who was bought!" Kartika said angrily before bouncing away and throwing the maid uniform at Cantika.

With the stinging and pain that enveloped her body, Cantika mustered the strength to pick up the maid's uniform that was lying on the floor. After that, she staggered towards the bathroom, hoping that cleaning herself would make her feel a little better.

The girl winced in pain as her hands rubbed the wounded part of her body. She tried to endure the pain, but at that moment, the pounding on the door grew stronger.

"Don't take too long to bathe! If you take too long, more water will be wasted from there, and more money will be wasted because of you!" Kartika grumbled from outside.

Startled, the girl heard the loud slamming of the door. She felt intimidated, making her decide to end her bath immediately.

Her steps hobbled, walking slowly to pick up the maid's clothes that were lying on the bed. The girl's face turned very pale once she saw the maid's clothes that Kartika gave her.

"What the hell are these clothes?" asked Cantika in a raised voice, as if challenging Kartika's decision.

Her hands trembled as she grasped the clothes, trying to hold back the anger burning in her heart.

Brak!

Kartika walked back into the room with a cold face, her eyes glaring in annoyance.

"It took me so long to get tired of waiting for you!" Kartika grumbled while throwing a sharp glance at Cantika.

The girl showed the maid outfit given to her, her face glum and her cheeks flushed. Her hands trembled, and her lips quivered as she said, "It's too sexy, I can't wear it," she refused softly.

The woman rubbed her face roughly, looking very displeased with the girl.

"So, what do you want to wear?" she asked, gritting her teeth.

Cantika gulped a few times before finally mustering up the courage to speak her mind.

"I don't want too sexy clothes like this. Isn't there anything else?" she asked quietly, turning her face away in fear of Kartika's reaction.

Kartika couldn't help but feel annoyed when she heard Cantika's question. "You think you can ask me for anything?" she said, full of cynicism. "when you're just a bought man. Be grateful for what you're given; don't complain!"

The woman then removed the bathrobe Cantika was wearing, leaving the girl's body covered only by her underwear. Cantika panicked, taking a few steps back, her face pale and confused by the woman's behaviour in front of her.

Unable to contain her embarrassment, Cantika used both hands to cover the visible parts of her body. Embarrassment rushed through her, making her want to disappear immediately, but she realised that there was no way she could do that.

"Please, don't do this!" she pleaded, with her hands still trying to cover her exposed body.