Hell Of A Marriage

“Haha! Funny. I could use that, a minor distraction from my normal, boring, suicidal life.” He said the last part to himself. “My name is Keenan Hilton, your new boss.” He stretches his hand, and he takes her hand into his for a shake. “Congratulation Miss Klean, you are employed.” As they shake hands, she cannot ignore how soft his hand is and also how strong his grip on her hand is on hers at the same time. “I’m employed?” she gasps, covering her mouth in disbelieve. “Mr Hilton, we haven’t even had the interview, that’s not how it’s done.” These words run out of her mouth before she can control it and at these words, his calm expression grows cold, and he gives her a blunt stare, making her swallow quickly and wish she had said nothing at all. Why does she have to ruin this excellent opportunity that has just come in her way? This has always given her trouble, and now she knows she needs control over her words and even her thoughts. He sighs heavily and withdraws his hand from h

Four years later. ‘Today is going to be just another day’ was what Varisha thought as she dresses up for work this morning. Upon her arrival, and hearing her co-workers’ side talk about boss Keenan’s return, she knows it will would be just another day. It wasn’t some cliche story where a super rich boss and a simple girl fall madly in love and that wasn’t her case. At least she would not let it be her story. Keenan Hilton was her boss, and they both had each other’s company and had lunch a few times and that was all it was and although it drew the attention of some of her colleagues at work, they didn’t dare ask her question for fear of falling into Keenan’s hands. Keenan wasn’t bothered by how it looked, and neither was she. Well, so it was until Keenan left four years ago, two weeks after he stood up for her with Max. She expected nothing from him because their relationship was always a formal one and though it came with a few lunch breaks, and that didn’t change it, well, that w

KEENAN chose a restaurant with less crowd so he could have some food with no one sneaking up on him and taking pictures of him. One curse of being a Hilton was the fact that he couldn’t have a normal social life without being tailed and followed by cameras and though he’s less wild now compared to when he was a teenager, he still does not appreciate the unnecessary attention he gets sometimes. If there was a way, he could change and live a normal life, he’ll gladly do it so that he could have a bit of privacy. But he will not be a hypocrite because being born as a Hilton has given him many privileges and the ability to change and help many people who needed it, but there are things many people don’t know though. One of them is the fact that money doesn’t bring peace it brings chaos because everyone thinks you’re supposed to be okay. After all, you’re rich, and it brings uncertainty because you don’t know who is around you only because o

Vary’s POV My stomach curls up in a panic and I look around the massive room looking for clues why I’m here and why am naked, but I see none and I see no trace of my clothes in sight. Daring myself to do the last thing left on my mind, I slowly lift the bedsheets and realise my panties are also gone. My head is hurting as the fear of the unknown settles in. Fear, pain and grief grip me to the core and I clench on the bedsheets and sob into it. How could I have gone so out of control last night? How could I have let things get out of hands last night? And how could I have given myself easily to someone who wouldn’t give me a second glance?! How could I have thrown away the rules I’ve lived by all my life in one night?! How could I have given up my virtue to someone who wasn’t my soulmate? Someone who wouldn’t even consider it valuable? “What’s wrong?” comes Keenan’s deep and confused voice from beside me a

Before I can understand what he said and get the reply, Keenan takes the phone away from my grasps. “Did you do this, Dad?” he asks through gritted teeth and I feel he’s angry even though his expression shows anything but that. “Calm down, son and come open the door for me, I’m outside.” the man on the other side of the phone says with a calm voice. Not bothered to answer his son’s question. Keenan tosses the phone and hastily walks to the door and when he opens it Patrick who is around his early mid-sixties with ginger and grey colour of hair walks in. His blue eyes, which are a striking resemblance to Keenan’s, meet mine and he gives me a warm-hearted smile. It is a genuine smile, but I do not smile back because a part of me feels like he’s the reason we are in this mess, to begin with. He must have read my thoughts because the smile on his face disappears and he walks further into the room. He’s wearing a three pieces black s