IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: This is the only authors note this book will have, so please read it.
Hell Of A Marriage, although a spinoff from Little Nerdy Nightmare is a stand-alone book.
*PEOPLE TO KNOW BEFORE READING.*
Taylor Snowfall: The woman Keenan loves who is in love with his best friend. Although her presence doesn’t appear much displayed in this book.
Phoebe Cates Snowfall: She was Keenan’s first love interest, but she was Rory’s kid sister, and he told Keenan to end the relationship.
Jack Snowfall: Taylor Snowfall’s younger brother and husband of Phoebe Gate. ***
Hey everyone and welcome to HELL OF A MARRIAGE. It’s so nice to have you here. You are at the right place at the right time. Thank you for joining me on this journey. Will Keenan Hilton finally get the happily ever after he deserves, or will he be trapped in other people’s shadow all the rest of his life? Join me as we find out.
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“Miss Klean, the CEO would like to see you now.” The junior secretary said to Varisha Klean with a warm smile and for a strange reason, whatever had caused Varisha to have doubts about this interview seems to have disappeared at this moment.
After attaining a degree in hotel management at Stanford University, Varisha set to prove to the world that she could make it without their support.
She never got their help when she needed them, anyway.
This was the first step to being the girl she was truly meant to be.
Her parents separated when she was twelve and the court granted her father full custody of her and her brother because of his influence, even though he was abusive both physically, verbally, and sexually to both of them.
Varisha had grown up watching his father mistreating and abusing her mother and her mother, only having the strength to leave fifteen years after their marriage. Tasha Klean had filed for a divorce, citing that the marriage had a lot of physical and emotional abuse.
Tobi Klean her father, was a control freak and always had anger management issues and he had only got worse after their mother filed for a divorce. He would always blame them Varisha and Andrew her twin brother for every misfortune that ever came his way, like how he lost his job and couldn’t find a decent job, and how he couldn’t get his old life back, how his life sucked, how he wasn’t able to make anything out with his life and how it was all their fault. He’d always find them revolting, annoying, making Varisha wonder why he wanted custody.
When Varisha and her brother turned fourteen, they ran away from home to their mother, which they had then thought was the safest place on earth until a day when they came back home from school only to find their mother, dead on the floor of her home. According to the police report, she had been shot, and the killer had gotten away before the police and although the case was opened for weeks, there was no positive outcome. Their dad had come up at the funeral, but they knew he must have had something to do with her death. Varisha knew they were young back then, but they were not dumb.
After the funeral, Tobi demanded that Varisha and Andrew return home to him, and while Vary refused his offer, Andrew thought about it. According to Andrew, who had been keeping a close tab on Tobi, he had taken counselling and already found himself an outstanding job and that they could use that. He also stated that they wouldn’t survive on their own, seeing that they were still minors and they needed a superior watch and guild so they won’t get thrown into the orphanage home. Varisha refused because she knew he had not changed a bit and only going to abuse again. Andrew didn’t know about the sexual abuse, and Varisha didn’t want to tell him.
She knew their father hadn’t changed; she knew he would soon be back to his old ways, especially as soon as they returned home with him. Varisha couldn’t convince Andrew to come with her and he couldn’t convince her to come with him and so they separated, and that was the last time she saw her twin brother and that was seven years ago.
She walks into the CEO’s office as directed by the junior secretary and she enters the office. The seat faces to the window so that she can’t see the face of the man in the room who should take her interview.
“Can you please close the door, please?” comes the deep voice behind the desk and she nods immediately, closing the door and gripping harder on her purse in anxiety.
She had submitted her credentials at the Hilton’s hotels not really expecting a call because come on it takes luck to get this chance, and someone once told her that as a woman only get above by being one of these three; being really smart, knowing people in powerful places or being on your knees, but when she had gotten a call from the Hilton hotel manager asking her to come for an interview today, she knew it was her once in a lifetime chance and she had to bring all the smartness that got her straight A’s throughout college to this interview.
“Are you going to just stare at the seat, or do I need to tell you to have a seat before you have a seat?” comes the same voice, except this time a little irritated. Why was he being irritated at her? Has he seen her before? And how the hell does he even know she isn’t seated?
Probably the tinted glass wall has a reflection of her. She brings herself to look at the window, hoping to see him, but she does not see his face.
It’s all her fault. Instead of going to bed last night, she should have done her research on the man she was coming to meet today, and that way she wouldn’t be here wondering what this man looks and acts like.
The man behind the chair makes an angry grunt, and my heart skips. “If you’re not ready for this interview, I’ll not have you waste any of my time.”
She shakes her head quickly like he could see her. “No, I really need this job.” She admits unable to his the desperation for the job.
“Then get seated, damn it, I don’t have all day!” he commands, and she silently obeys, although she really wanted to tell him that.
‘He is being a sick, arrogant jerk.’
As the thought leaves her head, he answers, “If you had learnt how to control your mouth, then maybe you could have gotten a chance at this job. Now leave my office this minute.”
Varisha raises her brow confusedly, wondering what she had done to make her lose her once in a lifetime opportunity. “Excuse me?” she asks, more of blurts out in confusion.
“Calling your to be boss an arrogant jerk is the top of ‘things to do to stay unemployed for life’s list’.” He said with an acidic voice laced with anger and so much frustration, she almost can feel him burning from so far away.
“Well, most employees think their employer and bosses are jerks, bitches and asshole.” She chuckles, which isn’t quiet because it is loud enough for the man behind the seat to hear. “If all employers were to pay attention to the words uttered by their employees, then they will have no employees because they’d probably fire all of them, and that would be ridiculous because without the employer no work will be done and then you will be no boss.”
“Well, none of them had ever taken it upon themselves to call me a dick to my face before.” Answer the voice of the man she’s yet to see.
“I didn’t mean to call you a dick; it was supposed to be an inner thought, one that everyone has. I’m sorry, I take it back. I need this job.” She knew she was sounding kind of pathetic, but she knows she can’t help it. She needed the job desperately. If only her big mouth hadn’t gotten in the way! ‘I have to prove to myself I can survive without Tobi Klean.’ She whines to herself, her heart breaking at the thought of losing this chance. That line has kept her at her peak throughout college. Her father told her she couldn’t be anything, and she wanted to prove to herself that she could.
What she said or something similar to it makes him turn around to see the pretty lady who has been making him feel like blowing his brains out because of how dumb and smart she seems to be all at once. She is pretty with those adorable brown eyes and full lips and he wonders how those pretty lips could utter the crap he’s been listening to in the last five minutes.
Okay, he’s attracted to her at first sight and the image of her in the tinted glass has nothing on her, but then again she isn’t the first he’s been attracted to at first sight, so that won’t make it any easy for her, in fact, it’s going to make things even more difficult.
Varisha looks up at him and oh boy she had to admit to herself that ‘He is beautiful!’ she unknowingly blurts out again, guess she can’t seem to differentiate a loud whisper from thoughts and he can’t help smiling at how cute that is.
Her eyes drop to his nose and the full beards he’s raring that’s almost covering up his mouth, and this further confirms her suspicion when she first heard him speak ‘he is also Italian!’ she says and it sounds more like an irk which is really not what she thinks. She’s been keeping up with Gomorrah, her favourite Italian show and it helps her understand the Italian culture and styles and, most of all, accent.
He has heard her and frowns at her words, not wanting to read into them deeply, but doing it anyway and he had let the opinion of someone he knew nothing about affect him.
He clears his throat and, having had enough of her craze show, he replies, “Yeah, as far as I can remember, I am, and you are black, and I’m not employing you.”
“Is that because of what I said earlier or because I’m black because I am suddenly confused.” She counter, trying to keep her mind from wandering off to analyze his solid and firm face and oh goodness, his hair!
“You were the first person who mentioned race.”
“I didn’t say I wouldn’t be your employee because you were Italian now, did I?”
Suddenly he does not know what the hell she is rambling out of her mouth because none seems to make sense. How did she get to decide if she should be employed or not? “You aren’t even employed yet, so you can’t decide what you want in your employer.”
“Well, would you want to change that?” Her brow rises curiously.
Is she seriously trying to manipulate his decision?
Why was he even having this conversation? There were others out there waiting to be interviewed, but she seems to be one of those few daring ones and hell, he’d gladly let them wait a few more hours just to get to know her more.
“What’s your name?”
Suddenly taken back she asks short of breath. “What?” Because the god of beauty just wanted to know her name.
“Do I have to spell it? What is your name?” he asks impatiently, his breath going rough and edgy.
She shakes her head, “N—no,” she stutters, fidgeting with her hand and glancing up at him to know if he is serious, but only looking away when she realizes his gaze also fixated on her. “My name is Varisha Klean,” Vary for short-form. She doesn’t dare say that out loud, but what she asks out loud is “what is yours?”
Oh goodness! She thinks, this is getting weirder, ‘cause did she just ask him what his name was? This isn’t some first time meeting; this is an interview, one that would determine the ‘cause of her life for a very long time and she is seriously messing it up!
“Haha! Funny. I could use that, a minor distraction from my normal, boring, suicidal life.” He said the last part to himself. “My name is Keenan Hilton. I’m your new boss.”
“Haha! Funny. I could use that, a minor distraction from my normal, boring, suicidal life.” He said the last part to himself. “My name is Keenan Hilton, your new boss.” He stretches his hand, and he takes her hand into his for a shake. “Congratulation Miss Klean, you are employed.” As they shake hands, she cannot ignore how soft his hand is and also how strong his grip on her hand is on hers at the same time. “I’m employed?” she gasps, covering her mouth in disbelieve. “Mr Hilton, we haven’t even had the interview, that’s not how it’s done.” These words run out of her mouth before she can control it and at these words, his calm expression grows cold, and he gives her a blunt stare, making her swallow quickly and wish she had said nothing at all. Why does she have to ruin this excellent opportunity that has just come in her way? This has always given her trouble, and now she knows she needs control over her words and even her thoughts. He sighs heavily and withdraws his hand from h
A week later, As Varisha makes her way from the restroom, Max, her supervisor, falls into line with her. Max, being her supervisor, is a five feet eleven inches tall male. He is wearing a long sleeve, navy blue sweater on a white shirt and trousers. He’s keeping an extremely low haircut and a full beard just like the one Keenan keeps only his own, making him look even more terrifying than she wants him to be. Vary didn’t need to be slapped twice in the face to know that Max didn’t like her and she wishes she could change that. She thought the male was a little friendly, but here he is making her life a living hell and not feeling bad about it and she wonders why everyone referred to female supervisors as hard and bitchy when she has the bitchiest one of them all. ‘Oh, kill me now?!’ She groans inwardly and her eyes flutter close for a minute. “Be careful what you wish for young lady.” Comes Max's witty response and Vary almost glares at him... Almost. Sighing deeply from the frust
Four years later. ‘Today is going to be just another day’ was what Varisha thought as she dresses up for work this morning. Upon her arrival, and hearing her co-workers’ side talk about boss Keenan’s return, she knows it will would be just another day. It wasn’t some cliche story where a super rich boss and a simple girl fall madly in love and that wasn’t her case. At least she would not let it be her story. Keenan Hilton was her boss, and they both had each other’s company and had lunch a few times and that was all it was and although it drew the attention of some of her colleagues at work, they didn’t dare ask her question for fear of falling into Keenan’s hands. Keenan wasn’t bothered by how it looked, and neither was she. Well, so it was until Keenan left four years ago, two weeks after he stood up for her with Max. She expected nothing from him because their relationship was always a formal one and though it came with a few lunch breaks, and that didn’t change it, well, that w
She frowns in confusion. What did she do now? “You mean now?” she asks. “Now!” he thunders and makes his way past her. Her stomach growls aloud from emptiness, but she knows one need is higher than hers and Keenan, her boss’ need is more than her stomach’s. So much for her lunch break. Murmuring her complaints to herself, she follows him behind. Just like every time he came into her office and took her to lunch four years, the eyes of other colleagues trail and longer on them, especially on her. She tightens her hand on her pause and silently follows behind him like a sheep to the slaughter. He enters his office and leaves the door open for her and Vary slows down in her walk, debating why he is choosing to treat her this way. She has done nothing wrong yet and the heavy pounding of her heart shouted that something bad was about to happen. Many thought rushes to the surface in an instant. Is he tired of h
KEENAN chose a restaurant with less crowd so he could have some food with no one sneaking up on him and taking pictures of him. One curse of being a Hilton was the fact that he couldn’t have a normal social life without being tailed and followed by cameras and though he’s less wild now compared to when he was a teenager, he still does not appreciate the unnecessary attention he gets sometimes. If there was a way, he could change and live a normal life, he’ll gladly do it so that he could have a bit of privacy. But he will not be a hypocrite because being born as a Hilton has given him many privileges and the ability to change and help many people who needed it, but there are things many people don’t know though. One of them is the fact that money doesn’t bring peace it brings chaos because everyone thinks you’re supposed to be okay. After all, you’re rich, and it brings uncertainty because you don’t know who is around you only because o
The room goes quiet, and she walks back towards the door when she sees Keenan walks out of the opened door with a bottle of wine in his right hand. His hair is looking shabby, and his eyes are red and dull and his steps wobbly and staggering. He’s drunk and, from what she sees, he’s probably been crying. Her heart squeezes in her chest as she imagines the torture he must go through. His eyes go dim when they see the blurry image lurking around and his lips pause as he curiously stares at her. “Taylor?” he slur, staggering towards her and missing a step and almost falling. “No, it’s Vary.” she replies, still moving back and her heartbeat increasing with every passing second, “Why haven’t you gone home?” Once he hears her name, he pauses and steps backwards, “Oh Varishaa.... Hey...” he hiccups and he pouts his mouth and blinks quickly. He walks back to the chair in front of the desk, takes a sit and majestically crosses his legs. What is
Vary’s POV My stomach curls up in a panic and I look around the massive room looking for clues why I’m here and why am naked, but I see none and I see no trace of my clothes in sight. Daring myself to do the last thing left on my mind, I slowly lift the bedsheets and realise my panties are also gone. My head is hurting as the fear of the unknown settles in. Fear, pain and grief grip me to the core and I clench on the bedsheets and sob into it. How could I have gone so out of control last night? How could I have let things get out of hands last night? And how could I have given myself easily to someone who wouldn’t give me a second glance?! How could I have thrown away the rules I’ve lived by all my life in one night?! How could I have given up my virtue to someone who wasn’t my soulmate? Someone who wouldn’t even consider it valuable? “What’s wrong?” comes Keenan’s deep and confused voice from beside me a
My heart skips a beat as I watch him show me the certificate and I walk over to him to look at the paper certificate in his hand, which holds my name and my signature and Keenan's name and his signature on it. My ears are still ringing from the married he said a few minutes and my eyes are now painful from staring at the paper too long, hoping that it would finally become blank. How on earth did we get married? There was nothing that happened yesterday that even pointed to married so this makes no sense. My mind is rising with different thoughts, from how this is going to affect my work and career and my relationship. Nothing from now is the same. No one is going to believe this just happened without us wanting it to. How can so much happen in so little space gap? I look up at him, not knowing what to do next and needing to hear from him. “What do we do?” The look on his face just like he’s had since we saw each other this morni