The breakfast wasn't something pleasing. Mr Williams made these people's hatred towards me waxen, he told them to give me respect and accept me as the daughter-in-law of this family and that infuriated them. I just don't even get why they hate me. Why can't they love and accept me, even though I'm poor, I am already married to their brother. What am I even saying, they don't even love the brother in question and the brother in question doesn't even love me.They all looked dividend according to their private family. Mr Williams has properly introduced me to them and I now know their names and their position in the family. He also told me the family norms and many other things.The blue-eyed guy who's Ryan is Hannah's fiance and the black shoulder length hair lady who's Margaret is his mother.The gray-eyed guy who's Kevin is Melinda's husband and I realize that both of them are rude and arrogant couple. The short blonde hair lady who's Hailey is his mother and what I also observed abou
No need of thinking too much because his eyes don't give out anything at all. I just took my gaze away from him and directed it towards Darren. “Are you new to this city?" Darren asks. “Yes, I am actually new to this country. Am from the United States," I simply replied.“Oh! wow! I love the country. I've been there a couple of times. I guess you're here on vacation. Did you come alone?" he asked once again.I wanted to say that I came to this resort with my husband but I quickly restricted myself. My husband told the manager that I'm his friend and to Annabelle, he said that I'm his maid.... that means he doesn't want anyone to know that I'm his wife. “Yes," I mumble a reply. I feel bad saying that but that's what my husband wants. He might get angry if he finds out that I told someone that I'm his wife. He's a musician and a lot of people from this city know him, so I am sure he won't introduce a nobody like me as his wife. If I am a model as Annabelle, maybe he would. With the
I scrambled into my room, the next thing I did was to bury myself in that soft bed. The excruciating pain in my heart right now can't even compare to yesterday's. How can he do this to me, even if he hates me, he should at least respect our marriage....we are here for our honeymoon, it is not too much to ask of him to keep himself at bay. The image of his shirtless self and the sexily dressed Annabelle makes my heart pound and throb in pain. I don't even know why I am feeling this miserable when I shouldn't, or maybe I'm mad to have started feeling something for a man that has done nothing but hate me at first sight. I don't know much about love or feelings but my mother said that any man that can make your heart palpitate, skip and beat has a special place in your heart even without you knowing.I felt this way the first day I met my husband even before our marriage. I know it's not because of how handsome he is because I've seen lots of handsome men but I never felt the way I did
“Where are you coming from?" my husband's voice jolted me from my thoughts. He didn't get a reply from me so he asked again. Well, I was confused and shocked at his question, that was why I didn't reply to his question and I was busy pondering in my head to know if I heard his words right.“Constance?" his deep voice calls. I flinch a bit. I swear, this man has that bid of making someone quiver. I'm stupid to believe that my name sounds sweet from his husky voice but actually it does. I smile inwardly, I love the way he calls my name.“I asked you a question," he added. Why do I sense anger and something else in his voice? I must be stupid to think that he's jealous. He can't be, I mean why will he be? I'm just overthinking as always. I peeked at his face, it's rigid as always. Not wanting to get on his nerves, I quickly replied to his questions.“I went out with a friend," I mumble. Silence, there was at least three seconds of silence. I can't believe he asked me a question and
After a seven hour flight from London to New York City, we finally arrived at the grand mansion of the Williams. The car door was opened for me as I gently stepped down. My husband's car diverged in another direction on our way from the airport, it looks like he has somewhere else to be. Mr Williams was waiting for me in the living room, Hannah was there too. Mr Williams welcomed me with open arms as a father would welcome his daughter. That little action of his made me happy. It made me realize that I still have someone to call my family even after my parents death.I called Mr Williams on our way to the airport from the resort, I told him that me and my husband are already coming back. He sounded a little bit surprised, of course he should be…. our honeymoon didn't last a bit and I wonder what his reaction will be if I tell him what I went through in the honeymoon. No, I won't tell him. I know that Mr Williams is already fond of me and he won't be happy to hear such news.“Welcom
My husband… I slept on the same bed with my husband. Am I dreaming or what?I blink my eyes multiple times to be sure of what I'm seeing. I even have to slightly slap my cheeks to absolutely make sure that I'm not dreaming but after slapping my cheeks, blinking severally, closing my eyes and reopening it, my husband still lies in front of me. I wasn't dreaming, this is reality but how did it happen or did I sleepwalk to the bed. I'm a sleepwalker but I've already gotten rid of that habit a long time ago, like a year ago or did I subconsciously go back to it?I saw a doctor back then and it wasn't a habit to stop easily but I had to give it my best after my parents death because I was conveyed on the street. With that habit of mine I might sleepwalk and get myself hit by a moving vehicle or fall into some other kinds of danger. Also, it embarrasses me so I had to try my best to stop it.Realizing that I wasn't dreaming and I actually slept on the same bed with my husband, I quickly
My eyes welcomed the ostentatious view of the university. I couldn't believe my eyes, this university is incredibly exquisite. So beautiful that no words can explain it. After finishing the remaining registration process, Hannah wished me success on my first day in school before she left.I was walking down the long pathway and my eyes would glance at the map on my phone screen every few seconds. I needed to find my class with the aid of the map given to me. On my way to finding my class I mistakenly bump into a sassy girl, she's fair, tall and beautiful but so arrogant.“Hey fool, watch where you are going!" She snapped as she glared sullenly at me.“I… I'm sorry," I apologize even though we are both at fault. Is not only my fault because she herself wasn't looking. I'm an introvert and I must say, I'm also weak. I don't know how to stand up and fight for my rights not to talk of a school I recently got admitted into. I don't want trouble, so I should be more reserved than ever.“S
“Constance?"Hearing my husband call out my name, I quickly jolted out of my thoughts. I blink and stare up at my husband who's looking at me.“I asked you a question," he said, staring straight into my eyes. Those black eyes are so captivating but I couldn't withhold his gaze. I wonder if I will ever be able to maintain long eye contact with my husband.Wait… did I actually hear him right? He really asked the question. Does he care about me?I don't think so, maybe he's randomly asking but why?I wonder if I should tell him how crazy those students in my class were for him. Well, I am sure it is not something new for him to hear… I believe he knows how crazy people are for him, especially girls.“My.. my.. first day in school was good," I replied with a stutter and bit my lower lips. When will I ever be able to speak eloquently with my husband? I guess that day won't come. With my husband's dominating aura, I'm sure I am not the only one that finds it hard to speak coherently with him