Dictated Wife Of The Modern Cupid

He stopped in front of me and took my hand. He kissed it. My soul could feel his lips caressing the back of my hand. I can't say anything. I just kept staring at him. “Miss Wills, how are you? Are you ready for tonight?”When he asked that, I immediately got nervous. It was as if my heart wanted to escape from my chest. “M-Mister Suarez.” Even mentioning his name was like a curse, and I couldn't do it properly. “Don't be too nervous, Miss Wills. Tonight will be fun,” he told me. And then he only let go of my hand after he kissed it again. He sat down and immediately the two men entered. One was carrying a food tray and the other was carrying two goblets and a bottle of expensive wine. There is steak on the plate and pasta as well. My steak was well-done and his was medium rare. “Leave us,” he said to the two men. When the boys were gone, he looked at me. “Don't stare at me that way, Miss Wills. I might think that I committed a crime against humanity and against you,” he said

I was discussing with myself all the way from the event hall until I arrived at home. I went straight to my room and undressed myself. I took a shower and wore my pajamas after. While brushing my teeth, the bristles of the toothbrush were touching my lips and drove me to remember Mister Suarez. From earlier until now, I have always remembered the moment I was kissing him. “Just a fool of you, Val! I hope you didn't let the tension you felt when you were with him caused you to kiss him,” I said to myself after I washed my mouth. Finally, I was on my bed, but my mind was stuck in the moment when I tiptoed and his arms were supporting me while we were kissing each other as if we really had that sincere relationship. I'm so stupid to let him control me. But I hate myself for making me become submissive to that man I just met. I lay down and immediately took my pillow. I covered it to my face and there I released my annoyance. I shouted with my mouth covered with a pil

I was in a white dress, sitting outside the wedding hall where the judge was waiting. I looked up and realized that it was too far from the wedding I dreamed of back when I was a kid. A beautiful and unforgettable wedding—that was the wedding I wanted. But here I am, waiting for my mysterious groom to come to the place where he wants the both of us to be proclaimed as a legal married couple. He doesn't want my parents to come. I asked about his parents the eve I visited his place, yet he seemed to be offended when I opened the topic. I thought that he didn't want to talk about his parents. He might be holding a grudge against them, and so do I! I hate his parents for bringing their son into this world, who eventually will become my husband. I can't! What will happen to me? To us? And to what stage of life will we enter? Marriage has to be serious and sacred. But this! This is an awful thing! Awful than ever! I looked at the little round thing on my wrist, checking what time

I rotated inside the room while jumping like a child. It was the end of the week since our wedding, and I haven't seen his face. He said his bow and even promised to be the best husband...ever! But damn it! I mean, his definition of “the best husband is giving me incomparable anger!" He assigned a maid to bring my necessities up here. But that maid was prohibited from talking to me. All I knew was her name, and it was Amia. Amia is a good person; I can sense that. She's really a pro in terms of cleaning and giving services to me. It just saddened me that she's not allowed to talk to me. I grabbed the pillow and covered it on my face, and then I shouted at the top of my lungs, releasing the feeling of devastation that this fucking marriage gave to me. “Happy fucking life of a married woman to the fucking infinity! Oh, fucking shit, son of a holy crap, why were you born as the man I am married with?! You're such a fucking jerk!” I screamed again until I could feel the rough text

After a couple of months being married to El, I never heard about my parents. They did wrong to me; they were not perfect, and honestly, I was not a perfect child to them either, but I miss having breakfast or dinner with them, going out with my mom, and playing golf with my dad. I was still locked in this big but suffocating room. Its color was still vibrant, while my life lost its color and joy. The little plant that was accidentally rooted on the wall outside of the window grew a little more. The last time I checked it out, it had only 3 leaves and a sensitive bud, yet now it has grown up into a fine green plant with 7 leaves, not including the little bud on its tip. I was quite jealous of that plant; it was growing while I was here, stuck and feeling worthless. I can't live a productive life while the plant contributes a little beauty to the gray wall. I was living in a mansion; the room was big, tidy, and beautiful, but it was sucking my energy and my happiness.As I stood up