A young woman is forced to marry the rich and powerful Prince Axel Crivelli after her cousin fights for her life in the hospital, following a accident. But it wasn’t just an accident. It was a plan. Prince Axel Crivelli vows to break Cheska Jane, because to him , she’s just an opportunist. A gold digger. But little does he know, what seems to be the truth, is not so.
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I stared down at the ring on my finger and took a deep breath. My lips were sore from biting them continuously. This is it. I have to do this. Marrying into a wealthy family was my only option.
Call me a gold digger if you want, but you wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain. Marrying a man with money is my only way out—my family's only way out.
When I was a little girl, I dreamed of the perfect wedding with the man of my dreams. I never thought I would end up like this—marrying a man for his money. It's something I’ve always been against, yet here I am, doing exactly that.
No one wants to marry a beast. But what choice did I have? As I said, I had none.
I looked over at my husband. He took another sip of wine and clenched his fist into a tight ball. He barely looked at me. When we kissed at the church, it was simple and quick.
This is the worst—and yet the best—decision I’ve ever made. I kept staring at his brown hair, light brown eyes, and slightly pink lips. He was about 6’3” and slightly muscular.
I looked over at my mother and her boyfriend. They kept staring, a small smirk spreading across their faces. They got what they always wanted—one of her children marrying into wealth so they would never have to work again.
My brother, on the other hand, is furious at me for taking such a drastic step—marrying a man I don’t love, just to please our mother. I guess he’s the only one who truly cares. But what can I do?
Everyone else seems to be enjoying themselves. Many wealthy people are here. I guess we’re the only low-ranking ones in the room. From top models to businessmen—even the freaking Prime Minister! I can hear their whispers. How can he marry that gold digger? Eww... look at her. All that jewelry can’t hide her poor damsel figure.
He leaned over, cupped my face, and kissed me. I could feel the tension when our lips touched. I wanted all this to be over—but at the same time, I didn’t. Because when it ends... it means I’ll have to submit myself to this stranger. And that... that’s terrifying.
Even though we’re not going on a honeymoon, I know his intentions. He just wants to get between my legs. Typical. I’ve never felt this much pain—until now. Everything I dreamed of is shattered. I’ll never become a fashion designer. Now, I’m just a housewife. I should have run away!
Two hours later
I followed Prince to the master bedroom. Rose petals covered the floor and bed. I swallowed hard, knowing what I was supposed to do next. I walked toward him and began to undress.
He gave me a surprised look and stepped back.
“What are you doing, woman?!”
“I... I’m submitting myself to you,” I said, clearing my throat and walking toward him again. “As... as your wife.”
He let out an evil laugh. Then, in a split second, his expression turned serious. He stepped toward me, grabbed my cheeks, and stared down at me.
“You are nothing but a low-ranking gold digger—and a whore. Being with you is like being with a dog. And I don’t do dogs.” He chuckled and released his grip. “I’m sick of women like you. All you do is chase after men with money so you can sleep with them. I curse this day! My room, this room—you will never step foot in here again. Ever! Each night I’ll bring a different woman here, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
He lifted his index finger and pressed it to my forehead.
“I dare you to bring a man into my house. I dare you! When I’m on the left, take the right. I don’t want you anywhere near me. When my friends visit, go to your room and mind your business like the child you are. You made a mistake marrying me, because I’m a dragon—and I’ll breathe fire down your neck! I’m a lion—I will tear you apart. I plan on ruining your life... Cheiska.”
He shoved me out of the way and opened the door.
“It’s Cheska,” I muttered.
“Hannah! Hannah!” he barked.
She must be one of his women. In less than a minute, a woman who looked to be in her late forties entered, dressed in a maid uniform with her hair neatly tied in a ponytail.
“Hello, Mrs. Criv—”
Prince cut her off sharply.
“Don’t call her that!” he said sternly. “Take this woman to the guest room.”
“But sir, sh—”
“Unless you want to be fired. Do as I say! It’s not hard to find another maid!”
She quickly nodded and signaled for me to follow her.
I followed her down the hallway to another enormous room—slightly smaller than his.
“Just let me know if you need anything, Mrs. Crivelli.”
“Just call me Cheska,” I replied.
She gave a small nod, then left. I closed the door and sank to the floor. My life has always been a mess. Marrying someone who actually loves me is off the table now. I’m stuck with this beast.
Once the first tear broke free, the rest followed. They poured down like rain. My life. My dreams. Everything is ruined. Because of that... I sniffed and forced the thought from my head.
Axel
I felt bad for how I spoke to Hannah. She’s been working for me for seven years and has always done her job well—but right now, I’m pissed.
I grabbed ten bottles of wine from the kitchen and headed to my room. I’m going to drink this woman away.
Marriage was never an option for me. I hate the very thought of commitment. Spending my life with someone forever? Stupid. I never planned on doing that.
I don’t have feelings for her, and I never will. Beyond putting on a show for the public, I want nothing to do with her—especially not sexually. She’s not my type, and she never will be.
I should have never agreed to marry her, but my mother threatened me. Like she always does. Then she told me how much she loves me and how it’s “for the best”—how I need to stop being a manwhore.
So she preferred I marry a gold digger?
I slammed the door shut and dived into bed. I turned on the TV. Our wedding was already making headlines, and they were already speculating how long it would last.
If I had refused to marry her, my mother would have ruined me. She says she loves me, but she cares more about what people think. All she talks about is how embarrassed she is that every week I’m seen with a different woman.
It’s my life!
If that... thing hadn’t happened years ago, she wouldn’t have anything on me. And I can’t even deny it—because she has proof.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, ready to call one of my women—but decided against it.
The paparazzi are probably swarming outside the house anyway.
I’m tormented. I’m frustrated.
Cheska The thought of Drake purchasing a gun still bothered my mind the entire night, but I decide not to question him again about that. I keep wondering why he suddenly decides to carry it now. We've been living in California for two weeks, and so far, everything is fine. This morning, he leaves for work, as usual. While I'm about to finish blow-drying my hair inside my bathroom, I hear footstep sounds from downstairs. That makes my heart thump hard against my chest. Ever since the incident of Andrew breaking into our house in England, the smallest sound and the slightest movement can make me become a paranoid again. I'm sure that Jake has locked the door, so if it weren't him, who else would enter this house? Slowly, I step out of my room and head downstairs, almost tiptoeing so that I won't make too much sound. My pulse quickens as I finally reach the ground level. When I see the person entering the living room, I yelp in surprise. My eyes widen as I see Prince standing before m
Prince I open my eyes, only to find an unfamiliar ceiling. My vision is still quite blurry, but then, it becomes better. My head pulses with pain, but it’s so much better than what I felt before. Abruptly, I sit up and find that I’m sitting on a bed that’s not mine. What the hell has happened to me? I snap my head around and find Jake standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame. “Shit,” I involuntary curse. “You passed out,” he says, as if it can’t be any clearer. “When I still saw you again this morning, I thought you were crazy. You looked like shit.” “How could--” “Cheska,” Jake answers before I can finish my question. “You’re lucky. She found you, brought you inside and treated you.” I freeze for a while before a sigh leaves my mouth. So, it’s not a dream. It’s really her. I thought that I was hallucinating. Damn. I even thought that I’d died and entered heaven. Cheska stayed here, by my side. She saved me. I suddenly feel so stupid for not waking up at that ti
Cheska The moment I close the door behind me, my sobs finally break. I’ve never thought that I would say those words to him, but I had to. We can’t be together anymore. I’ve promised myself that I’m going to forget everything about my painful past, about him. I need to be strong, and I can only be so without him. I’ve planned my future, and he won’t be in the picture. Our future doesn’t work together. Mine will destroy his. Drake leans back against the wall, his arms crossed on his chest, his eyes closed. He has heard everything as well. When he turns to me and walks closer to hug me, I bury my face in his chest and cry my eyes out, hugging him back. I can’t bear the pain anymore. Hurting Prince breaks my own heart, worse than when he broke mine. He came all the way here for me. He waited for days, standing on the street outside. He still waited for me even when the rain had been pouring hard on him. He was crying when he said that he loved me. But then, I just crushed him with m
Prince It’s been three days since I arrived in California, and the first thing I do once I get up this morning is to visit Drake’s house again. I look up to the same window, only to find that the curtain is still shut. Drake steps out of the house to go to work again, but this time when he looks at me, he just sighs, shaking his head in disbelief. He gets into his car and drives. Clenching my fist on my sides, I call her again, “Cheska!” But still, there’s no response. I find myself standing alone on the street again, but my yearning to see her doesn’t change. In fact, it becomes even stronger. I will wait, Cheska. I will. I will still be here. The afternoon passes by, and now, the sky has become dark. Earlier, I was away just to grab some lunch, and now, I’m still standing in the same spot, in front of this house. I turn my head when I notice Drake’s car pulling in. And the first thing he does after he comes back from work is scrutinizing me. He shakes his head again before wal
Cheska As soon as Drake comes back from work, he visits my room. I sigh, closing my laptop. Drake leans back against my door frame, still in his office attire. “ Are you sure, Ches?” he asks me the question once again. I nod. This past week, I've been spending time with my laptop to figure out what I'm going to do with my life. And finally, I've found a light, filled with hope for my future. A way to achieve my dreams. "You know, I never thought that something like this would ever happen, but-" he falters, and I give him a hopeful look. A soft smile touches his lips. "As long as it makes you happy, I'm fine with it." Relief washes over me. I thought that he would be reluctant to accept my idea at first, butI always know that he's going to be supportive, as long as it's the best for me. I stand up from the chair, approach him and hug him, making him sigh. "Thank you, Drake. I always know that you're gonna be on my side." When we pull away, I do see the sadness in his eyes. Regrets
Cheska Later in the afternoon, Fiona and I finally finish settling all my belongings in place. It's time for her to get back to her apartment, and I can sense that Jake's mood darkens once he knows that she's going to leave soon. Too bad for him, Fiona doesn't seem to consider another option. There's this mystery about Fiona that makes me understand why Jake is drawn to her. It's like she's doing this push-and-pull thing with my brother, which rarely happens because girls usually fall hard and fast when it comes to him. There's definitely so much more than meets the eye between them. When he sends her off at the front door, Drake says, "Thanks, Fiona. Couldn't have done it without your help." "No problem, Drake." Fiona smiles, and haven't I told you before how breathtaking her smile is? It's the kind of smile that belongs to the supermodel Barbara Palvin. So pretty. "Bye, Cheska." She waves her hand at me, and I wave back. Drake looks like he wants to give her a goodbye kiss, but
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