Get Me Married

Chapter 23: Blue eye princess
“Please... please” my thoughts screamed. I couldn’t scream it out because I was being choked and I couldn’t speak. Jordan
didn’t budge at all, neither did he feel remorse at some point. He didn’t stop choking the life out of me and I didn’t stop hitting at
his hand.
At that point, I wasn’t so scared of having a panic attack, that happened when I was breathing way too much but in this case, I
wasn’t breathing.
I was ready to tell him how sorry I was, I was ready to even promise that I wasn’t going to ever come to the right wing. I was
ready to promise that I would never come out of my room and he would never see my face. I was just so ready to do anything so
he could let go of me.
“Stay away...I am not going to warn you again, stay completely away from me or else....” He growled and I felt dizziness wash
over me, I was literally seeing nothing but darkness at that point. Then he let go of me forcefully, just in time and I fell to the floor
and coughed hard while I gasped for air at the same time.
“Jordan....” I heard Margaret screamed at Jordan and immediately ran to my side. I circled my hands around my neck, feeling
the pain he had inflicted on me and gasped for more oxygen.
“The rubbish stunt you pulled with Samantha earlier today” his voice erupted from the door and my heart skipped. I was scared
he was going to return to do something terrible to me. I literally crawled closer to Margaret for some sort of protection.
“Don’t ever do that again. She is my everything, don’t step on my toes” he said and with that he walked out of the room.
“I’m so sorry. He was no longer at the dinning when I got there” Margaret apologized and helped me up. I slowly and painfully
walked back to my room and slumped on the bed. Thoughts of going back home came to my mind and tears flooded my eyes all
over again. I was literally in a prison yard where I could be maltreated and mistreated when and however he pleased. And I could
not tell anyone about it, how could I?
At that point of my weakness, my door opened and Samantha walked in with a victorious smile on her face.
“Poor little useless thing” she sang and I couldn’t even afford to glare at her.
“look at you now” she said

“A lot more will be coming from where that came from. Don’t worry, you will be out of this house the moment you know it” she
said and smirked before she left. I felt terribly weak and tired, again I tried reminding myself what I was fighting for.
My phone rang at that moment and Margaret stared at me with concern. But I picked the call anyways, without checking the
caller.
“My dear...” Mom Leona’s voice came from the other end of the line and I sniffed and cried more. I didn’t know why but I felt I
could be myself with her, more over she was the reason I was
in such a mess in the first place.
“What is it?” she asked. Her voice revealed how concerned and panicked she was just like my mom would have been if she was
the one calling. I cried more, unable to say anything to her.
“Genesis dear...you have to say something” she urged.
“Jordan...”I managed to say and the line went quiet from her end.
“What did he do?” she asked instead. But I didn’t say a thing, I couldn’t say a word.
She hung up and gave me some breathing space, then she called later on a video call and I picked.
I wasn’t crying as much so I had more control of myself. When I picked the call, she stared at me hard, like she was accessing
me then her eyes grew hard.
“Tell me he didn’t do that” she said angrily but I couldn’t say anything. The mark on my neck and any other place in my body was
caused by Jordan, her son. And I knew she noticed it.
“That ungrateful son of a bitch” she cursed and hung up immediately.
I stared at space unable to comprehend the feelings I felt. Anger, anger, pain, sadness, remorse, anger again, all mixed together
made me completely thrown out of balance.
My phone rang and I picked it up. It was a video call from my mom and I groaned. I ignored it but her calls didn’t stop coming in,
it became so irritating and at the end of it all I had to pick up.
“I never trained you up to beat up women Jordan Chase” her voice sounded harsh and angry. I scoffed, her little princess had
reported me and it was funny. She was the one poking at where she shouldn’t and yet she was the one complaining about

everything.
“She doesn’t deserve all this. Why are you doing this?” she asked
“She deserved everything, every fucking thing. I asked her to stay away from me and whatever belongs to me but your little blue
eye princess won’t listen” I barked and regretted it the minute I said it.
“Blue eye, blue eye...where the fuck is that coming from” I queried myself and cursed inwardly. I shouldn’t have noticed that, I
shouldn’t have even said it and that was what pissed me most about
My mother’s face softened and she stared at me for a while, like she was trying to read me then she smiled a faint smile.
“Jordan listen carefully” she said more calmly.
“You don’t beat up women, she doesn’t deserve.....”
“You and her both plotted to decieve me and take away my happiness” I snapped
“No... no...I was the only one who did the planning. She had no idea, she....”
“Don’t mom...each time you want to defend her. I would want to hurt her” I threatened
“Lay your hands on her one more time and watch the way I will destroy every piece of you through Samantha. You love her don’t
you, I know you don’t want to find out the things I can do to her” she threatened and my eyes widened.
Then she hung up.
I groaned and got up angrily before I smashed my phone at the wall. Everything they did fueled me but they didn’t just realize it.
I walked back to the master’s bedroom and saw Samantha laying down. I closed the door quietly and walked over to my side of
the bed before I lied down.
She cuddled closer and placed her head on my chest while her hands wrapped around my body.
“Are you okay?” she asked and I breathed in and then out
“Probably. How are you feeling?” I asked remembering she bad told me she wasn’t feeling so sound.

“I am better. Thank goodness the doctor came just in time, I didn’t know what would have happened if I didn’t get the proper
attention I needed at that given time because of.....” she paused and I stiffened. I knew what she was going to say and I couldn’t
afford to hear her call anyone my wife again.
“I think it’s high time I returned to my place and my business. I have a car of my own and I can easily make use of it rather than
put up with her” she added and I cursed inwardly.
“No....” I simply said
“But ...”
“No...”I insisted and she grumbled and cursed underneath her breath. I sighed heavily, I didn’t want her out of my sight, I couldn’t
afford to have her away from me
“What about I get you more cars. They will solely belong to you and you alone. I can get you your personal guards too” I
suggested
“That would be fine but my business, my father’s company.” She asked worried.
“Shhhh. I will take care of everything. Don’t just leave me” I said and she grinned
Weeks after.
I got home and went straight to my bed room. I was so famished. I took my bath and changed before I went downstairs and had
my dinner.
“When did you get back?” Samantha was at the table as usual with a smile on her face. My heart leaped at how happy she
looked and I just couldn’t get enough.
“Not long ago” I said and took my seat next to her. And just as she knew I liked it, she said nothing and remained quiet. We ate in
silence and peace till my phone beeped.
I checked what just came in and immediately lost my appetite. I dropped the fork I held and felt like hurting someone.
“What is it?” Samantha asked the moment she noticed and I stared at her for a while. I said nothing, one, because I knew she
was going to react, and two because I didn’t feel like talking about something so sensitive in the open.

“Jordan....talk to me” she added and leaned closer so I could speak. I wasn’t sure I was going to say anything... but you can’t tell
because my phone rang immediately. Mom was calling and I was slowly loosing interest in speaking to her as time went on.
I picked up the call and placed it on my ear.
“First event would be tomorrow. Get a dress for her, there is a code for the dresses and don’t you dare lay your hands on her
Jordan. I am warning you” she simply said and hung up like it was some thing she had been planning to do for a while.
I stared at Samantha and then I looked upstairs and back at her.
“What is it?” she asked raising her voice. She was trying to keep calm but I could hear the fear in her voice as she spoke. I got
up from the chair I was sitted and headed up stairs. The event was
something I had to do, and it was something I had to do with one person. Though I dreaded the feeling, I just had to do it for a
whole lot of reasons.
I had not seen her for weeks, after I had met her at the Studio. It was pleasant to not see her though most times I felt like asking
after her. Don’t get me wrong, she was in my house and I wouldn’t want someone dying on
When I got to the top, I turned to the left wing and walked straight to her room. When I got there, I stood at the other and just
stared at it. I didn’t like being there, I did not like staring at her neither did I in away like her being so close to me but I knew I had
to do what I had to do.
My hands was about to knock on the door when it suddenly opened up widely and my eyes met her blue bright ones. She went
pale immediately and without hesitation, she shut the door at my face and locked it up.
I held the handle and tried to open the door but it didn’t budge. Then I decided to give knocking a trial. I knocked and knocked
again, but she didn’t open up.
Again, I knocked and waited and still, she didn’t open up.
“Open the door... “I ordered feeling enraged.
“Go to hell” she said and my hands balled into a fist. She was worse than a wrecking ball, always pissing me off.
I kept quiet and knocked again and again and again and yet she didn’t open up. I decided to give my message from the point
where I stood.

“There is an event coming up tomorrow” I started hating the next line that was going to come out of my mouth.
“We have to attend to represent mom and dad who picked this time to be on a vacation” I said between gritted teeth.
Then the door opened and she stood and stared at me in the face.
“We...?” She asked and I gave her a slow nod.
“What happened to your mistress and you...?” She asked and my chest tightened.
“Yeah...she is your every thing, take her along with you” she added and I glared at her.
“You never want to see me. You told me to stay away yourself and I am doing a pretty good job at that. So get away because I
won’t be seen anywhere close to you, both in public and in private just as you wanted.” She said and again banged the door on
my face.