West End Girls

Marilyn Anastasia Matthews was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. With blonde hair and blue eyes, she’s every man’s dream trophy wife, yet she wasn’t to be married for love. Marilyn has been betrothed to Thomas Wentworth Williams since she was 3 months old, a business marriage as her father called it. Her opinion on the matter didn’t exactly line up with her father’s and he wasn’t very happy with the acts of rebellion she staged either. How far is she willing to go to get out of an inevitably unhappy marriage?


1. West End Girls

*song of the chapter: West End Girls by Pet Shop Boys*

"Marilyn, I will not tolerate this rebellion bullshit any longer!" A greying man cursed in a gruff voice from where he sat on a mahogany desk chair.

"Jesus Christ dad, you know why I'm doing it. Remove the damn cause and I'll get rid of the symptom!" A blonde belle argued, the words not suiting the angelic voice.

"It's a business affair, sweetheart, you must understand this." The man stood up, meandering around the office desk in front of him towards his daughter.

"I don't care if it's a business affair. A marriage is a joining of two lovers, not a joining of two companies who will inevitably become corrupt and fall within the next century." Arched eyebrows furrowed in anger and blue eyes shimmered in the sunlight breaking through a gap in the curtains, flooding into the otherwise dark room.

"Marilyn, I will not have you bad mouth my company any longer. This marriage is necessary for the survival of the company and thus the survival of you. I will lose everything and it will be blood on your hands." Frown lines deepened and muscles tightened as Marilyn turned her back on her father.

"Oh, Jonathon, the only blood on my hands will be Thomas' if this marriage goes through." Her mouth screwed up like a small child's when throwing a tantrum before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind her causing a gust of wind to ruffle her curled hair.

"Fuck!" Marilyn exclaimed once she was on the far end of the hallway, balling her hand up into a tight fist before smashing it into one of the mirrors that was hung for no apparent reason on the wall.

The sharp sting of the glass cutting into her delicate hand was almost refreshing, cutting through her anger the same as it cut through her skin. She gripped her hand tightly before taking off further down the hallway until she came to the grand staircase, drops of crimson blood touching the polished floor every few steps.

She stopped at the top of the staircase, holding onto the banister with her uninjured hand, trying to clear her head. The silence in the mansion was almost welcoming until it was shattered by the sound of the oversized front door inching open. The second she saw him come through the door she took off, hurrying down the opposite hallway towards her bedroom.

Marilyn hurried inside her room, shutting the door quietly behind her, hoping not to alert him that she was here. She sat down in front of the ebony vanity table on the far side of the room and pulled a first-aid kit out of the bottom drawer. She began messily bandaging her hand with the bandages she found inside before she heard the click of her door opening behind her.

The blue eyed girl pretended she hadn't heard, refusing to look in the mirror to see him stalking towards her. She flinched slightly when his hands rested on her shoulders, playing with her hair and ghosting up the back of her neck.

"Thomas, don't touch me." She tried to keep her voice strong but instead it shook like a baby deer's legs taking its first steps.

"What's wrong, princess? Getting cold feet?"

"Get the fuck out!" She screamed, standing up and turning around to face him. She wasn't scared of him, she wouldn't let herself be.

Thomas scoffed but still turned around and walked out of the room, calling out behind him, "Text me when you're not pmsing!"

The second the door closed behind him Marilyn grabbed her chair and shoved it against the door, along with whatever heavy objects she could find that would stop people from intruding.

She could almost feel her face turning red from anger when the tears that had sprung up in her eyes hours ago finally spilled over, flooding down her face as she finally gave up and collapsed in a heap on the carpeted floor.

She held her head in her hands and wept; she wept for everything that she'd been through these past weeks and everything she'd go through in the next one.


so that came out a little sadder than i wanted it to but i'm pleased with it as the first chapter/prologue for this book. as with all of my books im doing a really long ass authors note at the beginning to go over some things. so chapters will be longer than this, i just couldn't write too much for this as i'd probably end up ruining the whole story. i really dont know how long this book will be cause im planning on making the chapters quite long so there might be less chapters. i really hope people enjoy this one 'cause i really wanted to do a more 'sophisticated' book with a more in depth thought out story line so that's what this one is gonna be hopefully :D 

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