I looked out of the window as the car stopped at the security gates and our villa came into focus. Home, trees lining the long driveway and I saw our rich neighborhood where I felt belonged somehow. That feeling hadn’t been there when Daniel brought me there the very first time but now being wrapped in his warmth and his hand draped over my shoulder possessively, my perspective about the place had changed.I turned to Daniel. “Are you going to stay home today?”Something passed on his face as if he wasn’t expecting that question from me. He nodded. “Yes, of course I’d be home today.” He squeezed my hand, leaning forward. “I know it’s hard to believe but I keep my promises. I gave you my words to perform my duties as your husband from now on and that certainly involves being at home with you when I don’t have to be at work.”My heart picked up that violent thudding. Every word, every action had my heart and soul pining for him. I nodded, settling back in the seat. He’d be sleeping in m
They say when something bad is about to happen, you get the signs beforehand. Well, I didn’t get the signs right then.The dream I woke up from starred a happy married couple diving in deep blue water and it was us. Me and Daniel. I didn’t remember much of the dream, but I recalled his midnight eyes and charming smile as he signed a ‘heart’ to me.I laid on my back and pressed a hand against the ache in my chest. As the fog of sleep blinked away, I realized it was too much to ask of him. He did not choose to get married to me, much less fall in love. Whatever chemistry we shared in bed was all I would get from him. For my part, I’d finally admitted to myself that I wouldn’t mind to be wife for as long as he behaved like a gentleman and not a spoiled asshole.It felt nice not to wake up to a horde of zombies dolling you up. From what it appeared Marianne did not invade my bedroom first thing in the morning. It could also be because of the hunk of a man sleeping next to me. We had ma
Daniel’s POVIt wasn’t until I walked into Vincent’s hospital room that the seriousness of the situation hit me. To my utter shame, it was the first time I was visiting him in person. I knew from the beginning that he was suffering from some kind of fatal illness but I never really bothered to go in depth. In my arrogant mind, I had always considered his medical condition a sham that his daughter used to marry a billionaire. I couldn’t be more wrong.Nathan greeted me with a dull face. I squeezed his shoulder as a gesture of gratitude for being there for Lily in my absence. He’d informed me how Lily didn’t take the news well and since then my heart had been aching for her. I glanced at my wife sitting by her father’s bed, her head placed on the bed beside his head. “She hasn’t spoken a word since morning,” Nathan said.I nodded at him and walked over to the small figure hunched over her father’s side. A dying man in his late fifties. Vincent was gaunt and the color of his hospital-gre
My dad was no more. I had to accept that and move on. The only problem was - I didn't know how. All the memories came back to me as constant nightmares over the next few days. And it was good to have Daniel wrap me in his warmth whenever my heart turned cold. He held me as I cried and took care of my grieving self. On the day of the funeral he stood by my side along with his entire family. He took care of the burial arrangements and the service. I was thankful that someone was there for me to handle things for me. I had Daniel.After the service my husband took me home and prepared a warm bath for me. And as I stripped naked right in front of him, he watched me leaning against the door frame. In that moment I didn't see lust and desire in eyes, it was love. It was definitely love when he walked up to me and stood behind me, watching my sad, somber face through the mirror and then tilted my chin to make me look into his eyes. "You don't have to hide your pain from me, Lily. I'm here
His eyes never strayed from my face as he took the vows. And when he said 'I do', it sounded like he had tasted a bitter drink.My devilishly handsome husband Daniel Rutherford wasn't the one to choose me as his bride. It was his tyrant father Alfred Rutherford, who bought my virginity to put a check on his son's bad boy persona. It was my father's terminal illness that forced me to list myself in the bride catalogue. And it was our twisted fate that bound us as husband and wife.The words 'I do' felt like a torture when I spelt them, wincing internally with the shame that I had done it all for a price. I had officially signed myself as a trophy wife.I stole a glance at his smoldering face, his eyes as sharp as his cheekbones. He was tall and imposing in a way that made him stand out in his black tux as the one and only. What made me recoil inside was his stiff and proud posture, as angry as unaffected by the ceremony at his disposal. It was his wedding, yet he appeared to be attendi
It was all a charade. I staggered beside my husband like we were made for each other, so much in love and couldn't keep our hands off each other. But only I knew what was brewing in those moments."Do you love all this attention?" His heated words burned my ears every time his face was close to pose for the photo ops. He never missed a chance to put me in my place. "I know you do. Isn't it the reason you agreed to marry a total stranger? I bet you'll sleep well tonight. What an achievement!"I remained expressionless through all his comments until he handed me a glass of champagne and watched me intently as I took a slow sip. My first taste of alcohol and I already felt dizzy. His cold eyes remained on me as I smacked my lips together and made a face."Not an alcoholic girl I presume? Have you ever had a drink before?" He asked, taking away the flute from my hand."No."I didn't know why it annoyed him but he cursed under his breath and downed the content of his flute in one go. "How
By the time we were done dancing and settled on one of the couches beside the open bar, my legs were barely supporting my body and my mind was all fuzzy. It wasn't just the impact of three solid glasses of champagne I drank, rather it was the thrill of being in sync with my husband on something. "You aren't so bad at dancing, little brat." My husband breathed near my cheek, his face all sweaty and irresistibly gentle against mine. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, my heart still thudding wildly inside my chest. "Thank you," I said, a little breathless. My fingers curled tightly in the ruffles of my white wedding dress as his eyes followed the trembling of my lips. He sighed heavily and looked away, snatched a glass of amber liquid from the server passing by and started drinking like a madman. I had the privilege of watching the veins lining his smooth neck. I wondered how it would feel if I touched them with my fingertips. I can blame it all on alcohol but I wanted to feel
I wanted to dance some more or drink the Amber liquid he was having or maybe, lash out at him for stealing my first kiss for some freaking media coverage. But I did nothing except sit down on the couch beside him. How did he trick me? I thought the kiss was real. It felt real to me. In fact, I found my husband enjoying it as much as I did, so why was he pretending it was nothing but a show? Maybe, it was a show for him. They called him the bad boy billionaire of the states for a reason. There were too many scandals in his name and I had spent a month reading about each one of them. I watched him talk over the phone and it fucking hurt to see him talk so sweetly with whoever was on the other end, tipping his head back and laughing. It wasn’t the usual sarcasm that dripped from his words every time he spoke to me or the humorless laugh he directed towards me. It was all genuine. He was genuinely happy talking to the person. I wondered if it was one of the many debutantes that he had b