LOGINMy younger self– the boy who thought loving the heiress is a sin and forbidden– saw me, he would definitely cry from felicity. Never fathomed life could be so beautiful. I had everything I could possibly desire was beside me. My peace. My wife. The woman who had once been the untouchable princess, now embracing me with no other sanctuary left for her, entirely devoted to me.I brushed hair from her face that caused her eyes to flutter and of course stop snoring– Though she would never admit. “Done snoring?” I teased.“I don’t snore. You do.” She muttered. A slow, sleepy smile decorated her features, the kind of smile that still made my heart stutter even after all these years.“Morning,” Yawning loudly, she stretched her arms out. “Morning, love,” I wrapped my arms around her, submerging in it.God, this was it. Everything I could die for. No more blood on my hands. No looking over my shoulder. Just her. Just us. A quiet life in our home.“Seems like you don’t want to move, no?
ZAYNE’S POV******************After an exhausting day at work, I returned home and freshened up. My steps searching for my exquisite bride only to find her in the garden.Enjoying her tea and cake, staring at the swing near the fountain with a strange focus.Smirking, I snuck behind her, covering her eyes, “Who’s this?”“Hmmm. Let me think.” She giggled, holding her chin.“I am confused. Is it Mr. Nightwood? Or my Knight? Or… the father of my future children– Oh, I know!” The titles exhilarated me. The grin was never-ending, causing me to chuckle too as she clapped and grasped my wrists in a gentle grip.“All of it. My man. My Zayne.” Removing my hand, she pulled me down, planting a brief but in-depth kiss on my lips, “Welcome home, Love.”“Correct.” I winked, taking a seat beside her, my hand resting protectively on her shoulder, encasing her next to me.“So, what are you doing here?” I asked casually. “Hmmm. I am thinking of buying a swing.” She mumbled, narrowing her eyes conte
At the peak of the night, Ariana remained by the closed window, staring with a dead expression, clutching the other half of the pendant. Wondering if Antler held onto the other part or not.What happened earlier was imprinted into her soul. Inducing the realization: She gained the position she desired but, at what cost?Closing her eyes, a tear slipped, recalling an old time when they used to be inseparable.PAST:Antler blinked, “You can’t be serious.”Leaning against the railing, a sly smirk played on Ariana’s lips, hovering over the baffled man.“I am dead serious. The very reason why I befriended Kristine is that I want to get near you and propose. So. Will you be my boyfriend, Antler?” She asked unwaveringly.Antler’s eyes widened, shocked. The blunt question flushed the man, increasing his heart rate. For a moment, his mind shut down.“Wh-What? Why?” He backed away, hands up defensively.She giggled, “I like you, silly.”He won’t deny it, he watched her from afar but didn't let
“Strip,” The command was absolute. Kieran was definitely not in the mood of using kind words for teaching. Leila could feel her soul giving up on her, my feet turning numb from fear. She couldn’t lift a finger, alone to rise from the bed and strip.“K-Kieran, please—”“Every word you waste is another minute I lose my patience and do something extreme.” He cut her off in a dominant tone.His hand traced the line of her throat with a single, cold finger before grasping it in his crushing strength, lifting her up forcefully.She gagged. Her pretty eyes fluttered continuously, impotent to breath when he held her life in his palm, yanking her towards him.“I told you that your life depends on my mood.” He growled.Squeezing harder, sending a questionable shiver of anticipation down her spine. His lips firmly pressed against her ear.“And right now, Princess? I am feeling very... ungenerous.”Her fingers trembled when he pushed back, impatiently tapping his foot on the ground as warning.
THIRD POV***************It was hard for Zayne to imagine Kieran as a married man. The man who was always surrounded by women had suddenly become a one-lady man. Strange.Zayne had instinctively pulled up to their strip club—before the realization hit him. Kieran wasn't there. He was at the estate he’d left to gather dust for years.“Ah, Zayne. Impeccable timing. Come in.”Kieran greeted him with a questionable brightness. They were in his opulent lounge.Instead of drinks, cigarettes, drugs followed by booming music and sexy dancers, Zayne was served tea and snacks accompanied by a peaceful silence.Objectively speaking, a better environment for two married men.“I still find it hard to believe,” Zayne commented, his gaze sweeping over the opulent room. Kieran sat across from him, twirling a cigarette between his fingers, toying with the ash.“You, a husband.” “I’m reminded of it daily.” Kieran gave a nonchalant shrug, “My bride makes sure I never forget she’s waiting at home, sh
Another day. Another circle of the same exhausting argument.I don’t understand why Zayne is being so restrictive nowadays, especially about Dorian. I was hurt for hating my brother for my actions and wanted to make amends for the solace of my heart.But, he refused to listen to me. “We will not be going to that party. That is final.” Zayne’s voice was infuriatingly nonchalant. He took a slow, deliberate sip of his tea.“Why not?” I growled, standing before him, fumes emitting from me but he didn’t bother to look up at me. “If I am making a decision, it’s for our collective well-being, isn't it?” Completely unaffected, He simply looked up, a small smile tugging at his lips– both a challenge and mockery.“Or would you rather call it a prison? And me a jailer?”“For your kind information, Mister,” I continued, leaning over and slamming my hand on the table, which made him close his eyes briefly.“Your actions have proven you’re more than comfortable in that role. Let’s not play inn







