After the wedding, Paris thought Archer Wealth would have broken off the stern rule he had offered her to proceed with their arranged marriage, and learn to love her as the only woman in his life, but he didn't. He left her a day after the honeymoon, untouched and still a virgin. Paris Wealth was hurt and heartbroken but still believed he'd love her one day. She waited patiently for him to return. Two years after her husband had returned home, Paris was elated and thought he had come back for her, he didn't. He ignored her and focus only on his business as always. Knowing what had caused him to be so cold-hearted towards her, Paris was not going to relinquish the love she had for him, she is persistent to fight for her husband until he has the heart to love her and accept her as his wife. Will Archer Wealth ever love his wife? or will Paris Wealth move on seeing her husband will never love her?
After the wedding, Paris thought she would have had a romantic time with her arranged husband, Archer Wealth, with him about to be her first. Sadly, It didn't turn out as how she thought it to be. The night at his home in Massachusetts, Archer made her stay in a separate room. Paris Wealth was stunned by his action, for their honeymoon was a time for them to get close, closer than they'd ever been. She learned to be patient with him, seeing he wasn't ready to make love to her, as much as she wanted him to. The night Paris lay in her bed, in a new surrounding, away from Greenfield, the place she knew her entire life and her family, dishearteningly. She tried to sleep, hoping the next day would be better for her and her husband. The following day she got dressed, excited to have breakfast with her husband for the first time. Instead of her husband coming to join her around the dining table, she received a letter from the maid, from Archer. Paris hurriedly opened it, tearing the white en
The morning Paris woke up early and got ready for work. She drank some coffee and Mandy packed her lunch and wished her a great day at work. Paris walked happily to work. She felt good leaving the house and being around people. On her first day at work, she did great, her boss was quite impressed with how she worked. Paris made a friend Suzy, who was the same age as her, 27. They had lunch together and talk about girl stuff. Paris soon began to feel unhappy with their conversation. Suzy talked a lot about her husband and how he treated her. Paris lied she needed to use the bathroom just to get away from her. Her job was soon no longer a happy place for her anymore, it had started to become as sad as her home and it started to remind her of her younger days. Lilly, the youngest female, a blonde-haired and green eyes female who was just about the same age as her sister, Everlee, 25, was the main attention of all the 4 unmarried men in the office. Paris wished she was as beautiful as her
Archer both hands widened and kept away from Paris, not returning her hug as she held him tightly. He just gazed at her, with a straight face, showing no emotion."You've gone for so long, I thought you'd never return," Paris bawled her eyes out."I miss you so much, I was miserable without you," she told him.Her head lifted to Archer, staring into his beautiful dark brown eyes as she felt both his hand gently touched her shoulder. Archer slowly motioned her away from him. Paris's gaze went straight to his hand dispirited by his action and back to his expressionless face that showed no sign that he never did miss her during the 2 years he left her.Paris's head lowered sullenly.I was concerned about you most times, she heard Archer.Her eyes went to his swiftly, touched by what he had said.Paris couldn't help to hug him, hearing he had missed her too. Archie growled and clawed at Archer. Archer drawback frightened by Paris's kitten."Stop it," Paris told Archie.Archie jumped from
Paris went into her shower to take a bath. She dried herself wrapping a white towel around her naked body. She went into her room and slipped into her white nightwear. Before getting into bed, she sat before her mirror and brushed her long, curly, red hair. She paused looking at her reflection in the mirror, sullenly. Paris blamed her hair and freckle face for making her life so miserable. She imagined things would have been much better if only she looked like her sister, Everlee, probably Archer wouldn't be so distant from her. She placed down her brush and went to lay in her bed. Paris was eager for the next day, Archer would be wellrested and he'd have time for her. She sat up not being able to sleep without Archie, ever since she had Archie, he'd always slept beside her every night. Paris got out of bed and went to open her bedroom door to search for Archie. She went downstairs and into the living room."Archie," she called.Archie wasn't in the living room. She went into the kitc
Paris ran from the house with tears rolling down her cheeks. She ran to the back of the house where the garden was and sat behind some white roses. She soon realized she was not alone. Greyson was in the garden not too far from her drawing in his notebook. She got up and hurriedly walk away."Mrs. Wealth," Greyson stopped her as he spotted her.Paris wipe her face dried from her tears and made a smile on her face before she could turn to look at him."Yes," she answered."I can leave your garden if you need some time alone," Greyson told Paris."No, you don't have to," said Paris.Archer nodded.Paris didn't want to seem rude to Grey making him believe he was the reason why she was leaving the garden. As much as she was hurting she tried to start a conversation with him."I see you were drawing," she said."Yes," answered Greyson.Paris smiled politely at him."Would you like to see it?" asked Greyson."Yes, sure."Paris was quite interested to see his art.As Paris motioned to him, G
Paris had given her husband some space to resume his work. She pondered on ways to win over his heart. She knew it was not going to be an easy task for her, Archer seemed to be a workaholic and she could never get close enough to him if he was always working. Pacing around the hallways, she saw Mandy about to pass her with a tray of food."Is that for Archer?" Paris stopped the maid."Yes, Mrs. Wealth," answered Mandy.A large smile appeared on Paris's face. She informed the maid to give her the stray. She carried it herself to her husband. Paris had a plan to be her husband's own personal maid. It would allow her to get close to him. She knocked on his door. Archer instructed her to enter. Archer's eyes paused, seeing it was Paris and not his maid, Mandy."You don't have to carry around any weight, that's why we have maids and workers," Archer told Paris."I know but I don't mind being my husband's personal maid," Paris told Archer as she took his food from the tray and placed it bef
As Greyson lit the candle, Paris quickly got up from her knees and from the office."Mrs. Wealth," Greyson called to stop her.He chased her and held her by her right hand from behind before she could elude him."Let me go," Paris turned around and dragged her hand away from him upset.Greyson's eyes stared into her tearful eyes. Paris spun around and sobbed running to her room. Greyson watched her sadden by her situation. He now knew everything about Paris and Archer's relationship. He knew she was a virgin dying to feel the sensation of making love and that she was dying for attention from his cold-hearted colleague.Paris laid in bed and bawled her eyes out. She now felt so embarrassed that Greyson saw her in a horrible state in the study. He saw her as needy and a desperate redheaded yearning for love and attention from her husband. She wished she hasn't gone to search for Archer to beg for his attention. The night Paris didn't sleep. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying and