My Disabled Husband Is My Pretty Boy?.

Roxanne's POV

After I returned to the Renwick 's Manor, I was brought into the bedroom and dressed up in a white wedding dress. Everyone was rude, including the makeup artist herself. She asked me to make sure I never let a tear slip from my eyes or she would deal with me.

I was trying so hard not to tear up, especially after the disgusting thing I had to do for money. I felt like a slut, a whore that my father had called my mother.

Even though my mother wasn't a whore, I still got irked each time my father called her that. It even made me believe sometimes that my mother could really be a whore.

Now I had to do this to actually confirm that even if my mother wasn't a whore, I myself turned out to be a whore.

Just then the room door was pushed open and Derek walked in.

He gestured for the makeup artists and everyone else in the room to excuse us.

Once everyone had left, I dropped the facade and turned to glare at him.

“Where is Finn?!” I asked as my entire body shook, anger and pain filling me again at the thought of my brother being kept away from me.

“Preparing for his surgery.” Derek replied with a smile.

“All you have to do is obey and do as we requested, then Finn will be saved.” He said and chuckled.

I gritted my teeth at the man before me, one I once saw as a father, but not anymore.

“You all better keep to your promises because if anything happens to Finn, I would never let any of you go.” I warned with barely concealed rage.

Derek laughed again as he watched me, “And do you think you're in any position to dish out warnings?” He asked me, but I said nothing and just kept a poker face.

“I trust that you're wise enough to know what to do. The wedding arrangements have been made and the groom has arrived.” After he spat out those words, Derek turned around and walked out of the room.

I sniffed In an instant, trying hard not to cry.

‘Don’t cry, Don't Cry!’ I kept telling myself as the door was suddenly pushed open again. This time, it was Devian who walked in.

He had his hands in his pocket as he walked up to me.

“You look beautiful as a bride.” He commented, but I didn't even look up at him.

“I'm sorry, Roxanne .” He added.

I looked up at him this time as I gave him a disdainful look. I was in this mess because of him.

Who knew that he had gone and gotten Reina pregnant?

I even had to sell my virginity to pay Finn’s bills. Now Finn was taken away and the money turned out to be useless to me and now, he had the audacity to show up before me and tender useless apologies?

“I don't need your apology.” I remarked, averting my gaze from him again.

“I still love you Roxanne . Just tell me that you love me back and I'll end this wedding.” He shamelessly said to me and I glared at him.

When I wanted him to say these words, he turned me down and shattered the remaining pieces of my heart. Calling me fat and ugly.

“After you got Reina pregnant?” I asked him with a frown.

“I can always keep you both.”

I felt my skin crawl at those words. Keep us both? As in marry the both of us?

“You're very shameless!” I fired in anger and reached out to hit him across the face, but he gripped my hand instantly.

“I let you hit me once, but I would never let it happen again!” He yelled and tightened his hold on my hand.

I winced as the pains assaulted me.

I tried so hard to get his hands off me, but he didn't let go.

“Devian,...” I called out again as I felt tears stung my eyes.

“Devian..” I called out again and again, but to no avail.

Just when I thought I would get my arm broken by him, the door to the room was pushed open.

“Let her go.”

I turned to the sound of the voice and the very person I saw made me freeze in place.

Even though I was drunk yesterday night, I could still make out the face before me. The very piercing silver eyes I could never forget anytime soon.

Those clear eyes were currently glaring at Devian who still held my hand.

The coldness of the man’s voice made Devian subconsciously release his hold on me.

I jerked my hand away and moved back from Devian.

“Who the hell are you?” Devian asked Mr Silver eyes.

He simply cleared his throat and two bulky guards walked in immediately.

“Tell him who I am since he dared to touch my bride.” Mr silver eyes said and it took me a while to process his words.

Bride? What bride was he talking about?

Wait! Was he…..was he the famous Ciel Sébastien ?

The handicap?

But the man before me was definitely not a handicap.

“Ahh!” Devian's scream of horror brought me out of my train of thoughts as I watched the two guards twist his both hands behind his back.

The action must have hurt a lot because cold sweat broke out on Devian's forehead.

“You… you're.. Arghhh!” Devian began to say, but the guards twisted his hands even more as he tried to say something to the supposed Ciel .

I turned to look at Ciel Sébastien who had a smirk on his face just staring at Devian's suffering.

The sweat had already soaked Devian’s shirt as he whimpered.

Derek walked in just then to this scene and he rushed in to stop the guards.

“Hey! Let go of him, who the hell are you people?!” He yelled at the guards, but they didn't listen to him.

He then turned to yell at me, “Who do you think would ever want you? You're a fat, ugly bitch!”

It took me everything I had not to roll my eyes in disgust while checking my neck. He was the one who tried to assault me just now and he was pouring out his anger on me because he got caught?

“If you put your hands on her one more time, you will lose them.”

Derek then turned to look at Ciel who stood there probably enjoying the sight before him.

“Who are you and how dare you harass my son in-law in my house?!” He yelled and Ciel turned his attention to him as a frown settled on his overly handsome face.

“Your son in-law? I thought I was your son in-law?” My eyes widened in shock as he said those words to Derek.

Derek froze at once at those words from Ciel .

He must be wondering why those words came out of that man's mouth.

I wasn't sure if really this man was Ciel , but I also wished to know the truth about his identity.

And in no time, It was confirmed, this man before us was none The Ciel Sébastien that I was supposed to get married to today, and he was definitely not a handicap.

“P–pretty boy?!”