HERA. "Mine." I tasted the words on my lips. It sounded foreign. But it also sounded nice. Felt nice. "Yes." He nodded. "Yours. And the clothes the maids just took upstairs." I eyed the phone as Adela brought it out of its box and began working on it, then eyed Ares. "Thanks," I breathed out, staring at my abandoned food. The side of his lips stretched a bit, but not fully. I have never really had anything to call mine. The brothel wasn't my home. The clothes I wore there weren't mine. But ever since I got here, that had changed. The necklace I wore was mine. The ring on my finger was mine. The clothes he got for me was mine. The phone, mine. But I really shouldn't be surprised, or overwhelmed. I guess that was the perks of having a billionaire for a husband. "Adela will open your social media accounts. Do you like TikTok? Instagram? Netflix? Twitter?" He didn't wait for me to reply before he turned to Adela. "Open those for her. I want her to have accounts. The same ones you
Hera. "So which one of them is worse?" I asked, heaving as I stretched my left leg out behind me, and bending my right leg in front of me. Adela was breathing steadily as she turned her head to look at me. "What?" She questioned. "Ares and his siblings. Which one of them is worse?" I asked. Today was day five of living here. Ares left the country for some kind of business two days ago, leaving me behind. Adela had been staying over since then. And She woke me up as early as seven, this morning, just to work out with her. Of course, we weren't in the house, but by the large pool behind the house, that I absolutely hand no idea was there. The guards weren't at this part of the house, probably at Adela's request. She and I hadn't left the house yesterday, but today, she decided we stepped out and I realized that the compound was crawling with guards. Stoic faced, huge, guards. Probably because of the kind of person my husband was. And the kind of popularity I was gaining these
Ares's POVI walked into the house, dragging my tie down with one hand, and my other free hand holding my blazers. It was two am in the morning, and I was surprised to see the television still turned on, and Adela sprawled out on the couch. Adela would never stay up late waiting for me. Unless someone forced her to. But Maria wasn't anywhere. I walked further into the house, and noticed a figure pacing about in the dining room, the television remote in her hands. Maria…No. Not Maria. Hera. She was chewing anxiously on her fingernails as she paced around, and then I finally noticed what she was watching. The news. Specifically the one of the accident that happened a few hours ago. God. Did she think I was a victim of the accident? As if on cue, she turned towards me and gasped lightly. “Ares!“ She looked like she was going to run and jump on me, but then she stopped, took a step back and stared at me. “Ares.“ Adela got up from the couch, way too swift for someone who just woke
Hera. I stepped out of the car, gazing up at the tall building. Three other cars came to an halt. One at the front and two behind. The doors opened simultaneously, like they had planned it, and bodyguards filed out. Maria stepped out of one of the cars. I suppressed a sigh, wondering if we couldn't so somewhere without having bodyguards follow us around. As if this wasn't already attracting attention. “Let's go,” Ares said, holding my hand. He began to lead me into the building. I tucked my hair between my ears, waking with him. Maria and Adela were behind us, and the bodyguards quickly formed a wall around us. Even though people couldn't really see us, I wondered if I wasn't showing too much skin with the cropped hoodie and matching shorts I was wearing. I bit my lip, making sure to stay close to Ares as we got into the elevator with Maria, Adela and two other bodyguards. It wasn't long before the elevator doors opened and I stepped into an apartment, my hands still intertwine
Hera. I stood with my hands on my hips, staring at Sarah as she sorted out the dresses she got for Adela and I from the mall. I was surprised Adela let a maid pick out her cloth, but she said to trust Sarah's fashion sense. So that's exactly what I was doing. Not like I had a particularly great fashion sense. Adela was lying on my bed, her legs raised in the air, eyes closed and hair flying in every direction. I pressed my lips together,refusingthe urge to ask her where Ares was. I hadn't seen him since last night. He didn't come back home for dinner. And I hadn't seen him all morning. It was afternoon, almost evening, and we had three good hours before we are on our way to his parent's house. I eyed the dresses Sarah picked through and scrutinized before she dropped them somewhere else and picked another. Each dress was pretty. Unique in its own way. She does have a good fashion eye. I sighed, slumping on the bed,facing the floor to ceiling windows which was almost covered
Ares. My mouth was pressed into a tight line as the gates to my parents private estate opened, and my SUV’s drove in. From the corner of my eye, I saw Hera look around, and gasp slightly. Why wouldn't she? Of course she hasn't been in such a place before. She hasn't seen such a place before. The whole place was huge. The mansion itself was huge. There was a place for golf, tennis, basketball and sports like that. This was where we lived growing up. But after we all got into college, my parents moved out and we haven't been here for years now. From my peripheral, Hera turned my head to me, opened her mouth, then closed it, looking away. I didn't mean to be rude or harsh to her this morning. But I will not take it when someone insults a member of my family. Maybe I have been too nice to her. She needs to know her place. The car came to a halt and I pushed the door open, getting down immediately. I walked to the other side, eyeing Adela as she got down from the front seat. I ope
Hera. My eyes were fixated on the couple coming down the stairs. Mr and Mrs Grey. The actual Mr and Mrs Grey. Not my friends and I. My chest was thundering in my ears as Aurelia Grey and Paul Grey walked down, each step bringing them more closer to us. The living room had gone silent and I soon found myself self-conscious. Was my cloth appropriate enough? Was my hair appropriate enough? Was I appropriate enough? I didn't realize my hands were trembling until a familiar cologne filled my nose and then a body blocked my view of Aurelia and Paul. Ares stared down at me, his gray eyes staring deep into my green eyes. Slowly, his fingers closed around my trembling ones. “You're trembling. Why?“ He asked, so quiet that no one but me could hear him. “I'm-I-” I stuttered, not knowing what to tell him. I couldn't tell him that I was trembling because I was scared of meeting his parents and I didn't know if I'd be good enough. Besides, Ares didn't seem like someone who would care.
Ares. I watched as Hera made her way to the dining table, her friends by her side. She didn't glance back at me. Not even once. My brothers took their seat next to their girls, but Hera took a seat in between Adela and Teresa, leaving my space next to Adela. It was obvious she was mad at me, but it wasn't my fault. I told her to behave. And she didn't. But knowing my sister, she could have attacked Hera without any tangible reason at all. The table was all set, and the maids were no where to be seen, as usual. Maria effortlessly served out dinner and took her position next to Mom. My family and I closed our eyes, clasping our hands together. Our lips were sealed, but we were praying, nonetheless. It was a tradition in our home, to pray before eating. We soon began to eat, the silence thick and awkward, until my mother decided to break it. “So, you girls have lived in New York since you were kids?“ “Yes. We did,” Arina answered for them. The girl was bold and didn't hold back