Moriah stared at her reflection in the mirror with a critical eye, tilting her head this way and that as she turned around to look at her butt. Ethan stepped into her line of sight, and she gave him a perturbed frown in the mirror. "Are you ready?" Ethan lovingly looked at Moriah, who was looking at herself in the mirror in displeasure. "You seemed to be disgusted with yourself.” "Why won't I be disgusted looking at myself when this kid made me look like an elephant," Moriah pouted as she complained, and he grinned, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her. He could hardly fit them around her huge stomach. “You look beautiful and you know it,” he told her, dropping a kiss onto her shoulder. She turned around and looked at the man, the corner of his eyes crinkling attractively. He just got more gorgeous with age; the sprinkling of gray in his hair and the fine lines forming around his eyes and on his brow just added to his gorgeous looks. It was something she often complain
"Let's start, it's getting late," Ethan spoke in his usual frosty tone. Wedding night, a time for a newly wedded couple to consummate the marriage. It is a much awaited time for a bride who had saved herself for her husband but not for Moriah. “Look at me, Moriah," commanded Ethan in his husky voice. Her eyes opened at the odd, husky note in his voice, and she found herself gazing into fiery blue eyes, his finely chiseled lips poised just above her own. She eagerly waited for this day that she will give her body to the love of her life and that they will share a blissful night in the arms of each other. Her dream to have a night of bliss with the man of her dreams turned into a nightmare because she ended doing it with the man she loathes so much. “Open your eyes, wife” Ethan growled, seeing Moriah shut her eyes again. Moriah’s eyelashes fluttered as she reluctantly opened her eyes, she looked everywhere but Ethan. “Look at me and don't close your eyes until we're done," Ethan
It’s a beautiful springtime morning in England, squinting, Moriah looked at the sunlight that was already peering at the half opened curtain. Every single cell in her body was charged with excitement, she jumped out of the bed, darted to the French window and flung it open. The chirping of the birds and fluttering sounds of their wings waltzed into her ears like a symphony. Countryside fresh air filled her lungs as she took a deep breath. A smile painted on her face, she couldn't contain the joy in her heart and it's overflowing. The entirety of her body was filled with energy like that of a four year old child that could jump and run around for hours without feeling tired. What made her feel that way? Today is the day she had been waiting for. The day of her wedding. Finally, the love of her life, the man of her dreams will be forever hers. She would spend every waking moment of her life with him. Shaun Stanton, one of the heartthrobs in London, her boyfriend since high school
Moriah looked at him with incredulity, she couldn’t believe her ears. Her enemy called her his sunshine. “I promise to love you as I love myself. I love you forever, my wife,” Ethan continued and kept himself from chuckling at his bride's reaction to his vow. It was apparent that she couldn’t believe her ears Moriah was stupefied, his tender voice and gaze were telling her that what he said is true. But, this is Ethan Miller. This couldn’t be true, it’s just a ploy she thought. Cyndy’s jaw dropped hearing Ethan’s vow, she tried to find a hint of disdain and mockery in his voice, but all she could hear was the tenderness of his voice. After they exchanged vows, they exchanged wedding rings. Moriah’s hands were cold as ice when the officiant said to the groom to kiss the bride. Ethan lifted her veil, snaked his arm around her waist and tilted his head. His lips descended on hers. He kissed her ever so gently. Moriah was mortified and her body could be likened to that of a wooden
“Very well, if you don’t want to do it. I will talk to your father about it,” Ethan said and walked toward the door. Hearing Ethan’s words made her panic and quickly held his arm, “No, don’t talk to my dad.” Ethan turned towards her and told her with a straight face, “If you don’t like to do it, I will not force you. But I can’t deceive your parents, so I’d better talk to them.” “No, no, please. Okay, I will —” she could not finish her sentence because of the discomfort and dread about the thought of consummating their marriage. She didn’t want to do it with the man she doesn’t love. However, it came to her mind what her parents told her after the wedding banquet. She should give her husband his marital privilege. She is his wife and ought to fulfill her husband’s needs. “Are you sure?” Ethan asked, frowning at his wife. Moriah found it hard to answer his question as there was a lump forming in her throat. She held her silk robe tightly and nodded. “It’s getting late and they'r
She looked at him without guilt in her heart. She wasn’t doing anything. Annoyance rose in her heart as he looked at her accusingly. Moriah felt her blood rushing up to her head, it should be her giving him that look because a woman was clinging to his arm like they were lovers. However, she maintained her composure. Moriah briefly assessed the woman beside her husband and she seemed like a model, the likes of the women Ethan had always seen with. She wasn’t surprised in the least, models and celebrities are his types. It puzzled Moriah why did Ethan marry her, a woman who wear a scrub suit almost every day, wherein she was the exact opposite of his type. Moriah deduced that Ethan must have an ulterior motive in marrying her. And that left her heart to become cold. Moriah’s gaze swept from the woman to Ethan. She gave him an indifferent look that utterly irritated Ethan and looked back at Fang Wei. Ethan was unsettled that Moriah's cold and indifferent gaze instantly changed
Moriah was surprised to see Ethan was having breakfast in the dining room when she came down after getting ready for her duty in the hospital. ‘Didn’t he leave the house last night? When did he come back?’ She asked herself while she sat. They had their breakfast in complete silence, ignoring each other’s presence. Moriah's phone rang when she was just leaving the dining room. She pulled her phone and responded to the call immediately. "Denver, is anything wrong?" she said. “We need you here right now, there was a road accident and many victims needed an urgent surgery and we lack doctors,” Denver was panting when he spoke from the other end of the line. “Alright, I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” she put her phone in her bag and walked out of the mansion in such a haste that she didn't notice the servant greeting her. Opening her car door, she felt a hand hold her wrist. She turned with a tinge of annoyance in her face. “What do you want? I’m in a hurry and need to perform a s
Cindy huffed while her eyes followed Ethan and Hazel’s departing figure. After that, she looked at Moriah, her harsh expression softened when her gaze settled upon Moriah. “Are you okay?” she sat beside her and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Moriah chuckled, she wouldn't allow herself to be ruffled by what had just transpired. She told herself at the onset not to expect anything good from Ethan since he was her sworn enemy. Denver was puzzled to see that Cindy gave Moriah a sympathetic gaze, thus he couldn’t hold back and asked with worry, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, let’s eat. I’m starving to death,” Moriah said and began digging in. Denver started digging and asked no further, lest Moriah might think he was sticking his nose in her stuff. While eating Moriah was lost in her thoughts. She was wondering what her father saw in Ethan that he was willing to marry her to him. Her father once told her that he wasn’t a person who would compromise her happiness. Did