Victory's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water.
She wondered if she dared to say yes, her head buzzing from what had just transpired between them. Her body was screaming with desire and her nerves endings felt like they were was on fire, begging for him to continue ravishing her.
Her face flushed as brazened images flashed behind her eyes. Delicious tingles teased her skin where Arthur had touched her. Her heart thumped wildly and her emerald green eyes were glittering with longing and abandonment.
At this moment, Arthur realised that she lusted for him as badly as he did for her.
Before Victory could answer his question, a knock sounded at the door. Not moving from his position, his hands holding a protective grip over Victory's upper body, he raised the sound of his voice, gruffly asking, "Who is it?"
"Hair and makeup," a loud and clear female voice replied from behind the door.
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After his heart-felt speech, Aaron tried to amble to where Victory and Arthur were seated, a champagne flute held precariously in his right hand. His usually immaculate dark hair is in disarray, his face flushed and his blue eyes unfocused and wild. Alcohol clouding his judgment, he stumbled as he tried to walk. His knees buckled, causing him to sway and fall unceremoniously on the floor, making a loud thumping noise as his body came into contact with the carpeted floor. This was followed by a clinking sound. The champagne flute rolling carelessly on the floor and away from his sprawled body, spilling all of its contents in its wake. Grunting, he tried to push himself off the floor. The ballroom fell eerily into silence. You could literally hear a pin drop in the large room. All eyes were now staring at Aaron in trepidation. Five minutes later, he had to be carried out of the ballroom by security because he was fighting drunkenly with one of t
Now that their engagement has been announced to the world, in public Arthur appeared to be more attentive to Victory. Whenever they are together in public, his hand never left her body. He was either holding her hand, hugging her waist or putting them around her shoulders. His lips often makes their appearance, either grazing her cheek, forehead or the crown of her head. The poster image for the world's greatest fiancé, as Victory labels him in her mind. Never in a million years would she have expected that the fire-breathing dragon is a big fan of public displays of affection or PDA. Grouchy Luci is fast becoming Barney the Dragon, Victory realizes.She won't be surprised if he's going to start wearing a bright purple suit, put on sparkly sunglasses and wear bright leather boots to outshine Elton John. Honestly, Victory does not know what to make of him. Despite his PDA, he keeps his hands to himself when they a
Victory groggily woke up to the sound of machines beeping loudly next to her. She tentatively opened her eyes and they were instantly flooded by bright lights, causing her to squint. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the brightness and her blurred vision came into focus. Where am I? She asked herself. Her green eyes roamed slowly across the small room that she was in, trying to note of her surroundings. White concrete walls, bright flourescent lights and sterile linoleum floors greeted her eyes. I'm in a hospital room, she realised. She looked up to her left at the machine that was beeping next to the hospital bed where she lie, it's high-pitched sound reverberating in the small room. Her eyes moved down and followed one of the transparent intravenous line that were connected to a drip next to the machine, leading to the back of her wrist. It was then that she noticed a familiar mop of dark hair resting on the right hand side of the bed next t
Things became extremely chaotic for Victory and Arthur as theirwedding day loomed closer. Both of them were only given respite from wedding duties for only one day. And thatwas the day that theyhad returned from the hospital. In the following days, both their mothers had demanded the two of them to attend fittings, rehearsals, food tasting, wine tasting and so many other things that the bride and groom are supposed to approve for the wedding. It is not a surprise to find both of them refusing to attend to any of these nonsense. Nonsense is what they both labelled the various appointments that their mothers had arranged. Victory needed to recover from her miscarriage whileArthur had pleaded he couldn't attend due to work. Both gave free rein to their mothers to decide on whatever they wanted for the wedding. Despite using work as an excuse, truthfully, Arthur did not step into Knight Towers after Victory's mi
My wedding day had felt like the worst day of my life. And most probably it is. It was the day when I decided to leave everything behind, my fiancé, my family, my best friend and the cushy lifestyle that I had. Literally everything that is Victory Sinclair. It is said that most brides would experience some semblance of cold feet right before their wedding. For me, the deathly cold feeling seeped through my bones and oozed through every fibre of my being the day I found out that I had miscarried. Oh, the irony. It was an unplanned pregnancy and with the least likely person in the world. The pregnancy forced us to declare our ill-fated association with each other. Then, we were demanded to host avery public engagement party, creating the illusion that a romantic bond have been formed between us. A bond did exist between the two of us, tying us together in the most mysterious way, a bond that was cr
This is it. Today my bestfriend is marrying my brother and there is nothing I can do about it. At this juncture, all I want is to make sure that this wedding goes well so that she and Arthur will have their happily ever after. Surprised? I must confess, my feelings today are quite contrary compared to what it was before. Just a month and a half ago, I had punched my brother in the face. Heck, if I could kill him, I would have, back then. Arthur had abused my trust, despite knowing full well that I love her. I have waited for her to love me back for eight long years. Victory is my first love and she is unlike any girl I have ever met before. She has never tried make herself prettier over some guy, she's never tried to make herself look dumb just to appease a man's ego, she's always game for new adventures, she'd never judge you based on your looks, social status or money. Basically, she would accept you as
I didn't know it then but my bride did not plan on attending our wedding. Yes, you read that correctly. Our wedding was like an appointment that she stood up. As per our wedding rehearsal, the bridal procession arrived at the altar before Victory did. Everyone was asked to wait for one minute before the bride would walk in, so that we would be immersed in the beautiful song that was chosen as our wedding march. As the tunes played, my eyes roamed to survey the beautiful hall that we were going to be married in. Impressively tall arches, marble columns, nave ceiling and colourful lights streaming from stained arched windows greeted me. Wearing a custom dark grey Armani suit, I stood erect in front of everyone who is important to me and my family. My chest puffed and pride gleamed from my eyes, knowing that in an hour, I will leave this cathedral with my wife in tow. If only I knew. Sixty seconds had passed. From wh
Victory's body was shaking with rage as she slammed the door of Arthur's apartment, the door almost falling off its hinges. Her heart was pounding wildly and her head was spinning so hard, her mind refusing to register what had just happened. Her body was shaking so much, she couldn't even stand properly in front of the elevators. Her fingers trembled as she furiously tapped on her phone, booking a car that will take her as far awayas she could from Arthur Knight. Breathe, she reminded herself. Pull yourself together and just inhale. She screwed her eyes shut and forced herself to take in long deep breaths to calm her nerves. She finally got to see the other side of Arthur, the side that he had carefully hidden from her. She knew that he had a callous persona, his reputation preceded himself. His business would not be successful if he wasn't and for the past few months, he had carefully contained the ruthless side of him whenever he