ANMELDENWe are officially done with the first segment of this story! Im so excited! What are your thoughts so far? Should we have a chapter from August’s point of view? Let me know in the comments! Thank you for reading and engaging with my story!! Love you all!
DREA“Why did he do that?” I asked.“I don’t know.” She replied.“What do you know about my mum?” She sighed, rubbing her hands over her face.“Just what your dad told me. She died when you were three.” She explained.“He was never really over her even after we got married.” She continued.If he still loved her and had never gotten over her, then why cut her face out of the photos?“Do you know how August’s dad knew my mum?” I asked.Her brows furrowed.“Your husband’s father?” She asked and I nodded.She looked down for a second, almost as if she was thinking about something deeply.“From what I know, they were really close growing up, and your parents met when they were teenagers.“So they all had to know each other, right?”That’s it.They all knew each other as kids.“So wait. You knew that August’s dad and my dad were friends, and allowed me to marry his son?”She huffed, looking at me.“So what? They’re rich aren’t they? Nothing else matters to me.” She responded.I sighed.For
DREA “What are you talking about?” I mumbled, and they gasped as soon as I entered the kitchen. They ran close to me with their hands clasped and their heads down. “Mrs. Wolfe!” One of them exclaimed, her voice shaky. “What are you talking about?” I asked again. They looked at each other, as if contemplating whether they should say something or not. “I won’t ask again,” I warned, my voice firm. The one who was next to the stove closed her eyes tightly. “I used to work for Mr Wolfe’s father before getting transferred here” she started, her head still down. “While I was there, he usually got drunk and stared at a photo of a woman for hours” She continued. “I heard him talking to someone on the phone one day about how Mr Wolfe’s fiancée was her daughter.” My heart stopped. A lump formed in my throat. Ethan Wolfe knew my mum? How? “Who was he on the phone with?” I asked. They looked at each other once again, not speaking. “WHO?!” I yelled, my hands balling
DREA “I still don’t understand why you still work here.” Camille sighed, brewing some coffee. “It’s something to keep me busy.” I replied, serving a customer. “I don’t have school for four months and I can’t stay cooped up in that house anymore.” It felt really good to finally just…breathe. Free from cameras watching your every move Free from security and their hushed conversations. “Just leave her if she still wants to work.” Alex chimed in. I turned around, barely noticing the time he came in. “Exactly.” I responded. He stared at me for a second before heading back to the kitchen. “You know he has a crush on you right?” Camille asked with a smirk. Alex? “No way.” I scoffed. She stood up properly. “It’s true. It’s literally as clear as day!” She exclaimed before getting a customer. “Are you really August Wolfe’s wife?” I looked towards a woman who looked to be in her early thirties staring at me behind the counter. Not this again. Ever since the wedding, it’s been lik
DREA I yawned, stretching my limbs and waking up. I didn't want to get up from this comfy bed. This was the best I had slept in years. sighing, I got up with a groan and headed to the Huse bathroom. Unlike my usual shower which takes minutes to heat up, this one heated up in literal seconds. I sighed, taking my time under the shower before stepping out and making my way to the walk in closet. I got dressed in some shorts and some random t shirt before heading out for the day I headed downstairs the next day to see Mrs Carrington already waiting for me. She looked up from her watch and glanced at me. “Good morning Mrs Wolfe. I trust you slept well.” She said, her voice controlled. “I did.” I smiled. That was the best sleep of my life. I’m obsessed with that bed. “Let’s begin the tour.” Without giving me a chance to respond, she began walking away as I hurriedly followed. This place had three living rooms that were ridiculously large and felt staged. It had a twelve-sea
DREAThe night sky had stars spread out across it, twinkling brightly.I stared out of the sky, reminiscing about the day I had.I was now Drea Wolfe.I was free from Ivanka.I was…married.I still couldn’t believe it. The cold diamond ring on my finger was a constant reminder that I wasn’t actually dreaming.August was beside me on his phone, probably working.This man just never stops.Even works on his wedding day.I was so lucky to have Camille and Alex at my side the entire night to keep me company.Since I was ditched.All I wanted to do was get out of these clothes and sleep.We had been driving for a while.I didn’t know he loved it this far out of the city.The car suddenly came to a stop in the middle of nowhere.My brows furrowed as I looked out of the window for any sign of life.Nothing.There was nothing but a tall black iron gate that had the Wolfe crest on it.There were at least five security guards at the gates who immediately opened them when they saw us.The gates
AUGUST I adjusted the tie around my neck, looking down at my watch. 5:34 pm. We are about to get called in. Where was she? As if on cue, I heard her walking in with her friend hot on her tail, adjusting her hair. She changed into a similar dress but shorter. She fixed the bangles around her wrist before craning her neck up to look at me. “Are you ready?” I asked. She nodded. “I’ll be inside.” I heard her friend say before she left. Like a rehearsed play, I stretched an arm out. She linked her arms with mine and breathed out heavily. “Put your hands together for the newlyweds, Mr and Mrs Wolfe.” With that, the doors pushed open and claps erupted. We slowly walked arm in arm, a tight smile on my face as we made our way to the dance floor. This had to be perfect. It had to be believable. A million eyes were watching. One wrong move and the headlines would write themselves. A slow song started to play and I slowly grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer. She place
DREAI can’t believe I’m here again. I thought as Ian knocked on August’s office door.“Come in.” I heard him say.Ian pushed the door open, and we both walked in.Dressed in a well-tailored grey suit, August was sitting behind his desk, typing something on his computer.Unlike the other day, he ha
DREAI could not shake this feeling of someone’s eyes drilling holes into the back of my head.I looked up from my phone to see that the kids who were playing on the swings were gone and that only an old couple was sitting on one of the park benches.I looked behind me.No one.I felt a cold chill
DREAI headed to her closet and pushed the door open. I was always surprised at how many clothes she had.Ivanka didn’t work. Philip and I funded her lifestyle.She was a gambler.I wish I could say that she was the kind that was addicted to it and always lost but it was the complete opposite.She
DREAI looked behind me to see the guy who dropped me home yesterday…against my will.“Oh hey…” What was his name?“It’s Cole.” He smiled.I smiled back, hitting my head playfully.“Right! Cole.” He laughed at that.“What are you doing here?” I inquired, my brows furrowed curiously.“I have been as







