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Liliana’s Point of ViewAs we walked through the grocery store, Asher told me to grab anything we could stock in the fridge—ingredients for meals we would cook and eat together. Since it was all for us, I didn’t hesitate to start picking out what we needed.“Do you think everything I’m getting will fit in the fridge?” I asked as I scanned the growing pile in the cart.“I’ll buy a bigger fridge,” he replied without missing a beat.My eyes widened in shock. “You’re joking, right?”“Nope. There’s no room for jokes when it comes to things we need as husband and wife.”I froze in place.“Huh? Hey, come on. Relax. I think all this will fit in your condo fridge, so don’t worry too much.”“This isn’t all we’re buying, my Sweetheart. We’ve still got a long list ahead.”I stared at him, stunned. He was serious. “Let’s go,” he said, taking my hand as he pushed the cart forward.He stopped by the freezer section and started filling our cart with frozen goods.“That’s a lot,” I commented.“That’s
Liliana’s Point of ViewWe were still at the mall, and right now, we were facing Jessica and her group of friends.“Who are you?” one of them asked, clearly offended.“I’m sorry, but I’m not really in the mood to introduce myself today. So if you’re planning to flirt with a man right now, make sure it’s not my husband. Okay? Otherwise, I won’t just push you—I might just knock you out cold and leave you sleeping on the cold tiles.”They were clearly stunned by what I said. Jessica had always been one of my biggest rivals. She was my cousin on my father’s side and had always tried to steal the spotlight. Grandpa and Grandma had two children, but Grandpa had an affair and had a child outside of his marriage—Jessica’s mother, who turned out just like her, always seeking attention.Grandma accepted them because she had no choice, but she still kept her distance. I remained her one and only baby, the one she truly cared for. Even Grandpa, despite everything, still treated me that way. His m
Liliana’s Point of View*It was getting late, and we had already finished our dinner. I had just wrapped myself in a towel after getting out of the shower and made my way to the dressing room. Earlier, Asher had mentioned that he had some clothes in his drawer for me.I assumed I would borrow something for the time being, even though I had no idea whose clothes he was referring to. To be honest, I was relieved that we didn't go shopping earlier because I was afraid he would buy me more stuff. I was astounded by what I saw when I opened the drawer and froze. Several exquisitely arranged dresses that appeared brand new and pricey were inside.“Oh my God…”I stood there in disbelief.“So these are the few dresses he mentioned?”As I reached in, the scent of fresh fabric hit me. The clothes still had their tags on. It was unbelievable to me. "Asher!" I yelled, my voice resonating throughout the space. He opened the door after I heard his footsteps coming closer. He glanced at the
Liliana’s Point of ViewThe blaring sound of my phone alarm woke me up. Ugh. I reached out sleepily, grabbed the phone from the table, and turned it off. But then… I felt something soft, like hair, resting against me. And warm breaths… on my chest?My eyes blinked open—and I froze. Asher. He was hugging me so tightly, his arms wrapped around my body, and—oh my God—his face was right on my chest. Like it was his favorite pillow or something. Even though I had a shirt on, I wasn’t wearing a bra, so it still felt… way too much.“Aahhh!”I shoved him out of reflex. He fell off the bed with a loud thud, and I clutched my chest like it would calm the pounding in my heart.“Ow… what’s wrong, Wife?”He looked up at me, clearly dazed from the fall.“Oh no! I’m sorry! But—ugh—this is all your fault!”He scratched his head, confused, and slowly sat up while holding his lower back.“Did it hurt?”Yeah, right. Like you didn’t almost give me a heart attack.“My waist hurts, but it’s okay. I guess I
Liliana’s Point of ViewWe were in the same car, sitting in the back seat together since he had a driver.I reached for my reading glasses and adjusted my neatly tied-up hair.“Wife, don’t tie your hair. Is it hot in your department? Do you want me to install another air conditioner there?” he asked casually.“It’s already cold in there. No need,” I replied.“If it’s cold, then let your hair down,” he insisted.“I don’t want to. I’m used to wearing it like this,” I said firmly.He frowned and suddenly leaned closer. I was taken by surprise when he bit my neck. My eyes widened and I tried to push him away, but he didn’t stop. In the end, he kissed the spot he bit, sending chills down my spine.He finally pulled away, smiling as he looked at the mark he left. I instinctively placed my hand on the area he bit.“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, hitting him lightly on the head. He winced in pain.I rummaged through my bag, grabbed my mirror, and checked my neck. My eyes widened in
Liliana jolted awake when her phone’s alarm blared by mistake. She silenced it, blinked at the wide space beside her, and glanced at the clock on the nightstand.“Two‑thirty in the morning,” she muttered. “Where are you, Gerald?”Unable to settle, she slipped out of bed. Gerald had stayed downstairs at their engagement party while she had come up early, half‑tipsy and exhausted. His absence now raised a warning in her heart.Liliana padded through the suite—no Gerald in the bathroom, none on the balcony. She tried calling him. A flat recording answered:“The number you dialed is unreachable.”A cold heaviness settled in her chest. She stepped into the hallway and almost stumbled over a pair of men’s shoes outside the room directly across from hers. Light glinted on the polished leather.“Gerald’s shoes,” she whispered, recognizing the scuff on the toe. “Did he wander into the wrong room?”Hesitating only a moment, she lifted the shoes, checked the familiar size, and eased the door ope
Liliana clutched the stranger’s hand while silent tears rolled down her cheeks. They were in the elevator, riding toward the hotel’s rooftop because—of all places—that was the only refuge the young man could think of.The doors opened. Liliana was still sobbing when they reached the windy deck, but she let him guide her across the gravel until they stood at the rail, the glittering city spread beneath them like a wounded galaxy.“Liliana.”She lifted her swollen eyes to the hotel attendant standing beside her. He drew a handkerchief from his pocket, removed her reading glasses with gentle fingers, and dabbed the tears from her face.“Don’t cry,” he said softly. “He doesn’t deserve your tears.”“I love him,” Liliana whispered, voice breaking. “I really love him. He’s my life. I gave him everything he needed—everything except my virginity, because I wanted to save that for our wedding night.”For three years Gerald had shown her what she thought was love, and she still could not grasp h
Liliana’s Point of ViewA harsh beam of sunlight slid through the hotel room window and struck my face. I blinked, groaned, then squeezed my eyes shut as pain speared my skull, rippled down my back, and throbbed between my thighs. What on earth happened to me? It felt as though I had fought a war in my sleep.Something warm curled around my waist. I opened my eyes and found myself nose‑to‑chest with a man— solid, sculpted, his bare torso pressed against me. I lifted my gaze to his face. Familiar, yet I could not place him at first.Memory flared. Gerald in bed with Mirabelle. My scream. A hotel attendant who shielded me, called himself my husband, and offered loyalty when my world collapsed. Fern.I inhaled sharply. I had dragged that innocent staff member into my chaos, into a bar, into my bed. Heat flooded my cheeks.Please, make love to me.The words I had begged last night echoed in my mind. Mortifying.“I am sorry,” I whispered.The room was elegant, hushed. Fern slept soundly, a
Liliana’s Point of ViewWe were in the same car, sitting in the back seat together since he had a driver.I reached for my reading glasses and adjusted my neatly tied-up hair.“Wife, don’t tie your hair. Is it hot in your department? Do you want me to install another air conditioner there?” he asked casually.“It’s already cold in there. No need,” I replied.“If it’s cold, then let your hair down,” he insisted.“I don’t want to. I’m used to wearing it like this,” I said firmly.He frowned and suddenly leaned closer. I was taken by surprise when he bit my neck. My eyes widened and I tried to push him away, but he didn’t stop. In the end, he kissed the spot he bit, sending chills down my spine.He finally pulled away, smiling as he looked at the mark he left. I instinctively placed my hand on the area he bit.“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, hitting him lightly on the head. He winced in pain.I rummaged through my bag, grabbed my mirror, and checked my neck. My eyes widened in
Liliana’s Point of ViewThe blaring sound of my phone alarm woke me up. Ugh. I reached out sleepily, grabbed the phone from the table, and turned it off. But then… I felt something soft, like hair, resting against me. And warm breaths… on my chest?My eyes blinked open—and I froze. Asher. He was hugging me so tightly, his arms wrapped around my body, and—oh my God—his face was right on my chest. Like it was his favorite pillow or something. Even though I had a shirt on, I wasn’t wearing a bra, so it still felt… way too much.“Aahhh!”I shoved him out of reflex. He fell off the bed with a loud thud, and I clutched my chest like it would calm the pounding in my heart.“Ow… what’s wrong, Wife?”He looked up at me, clearly dazed from the fall.“Oh no! I’m sorry! But—ugh—this is all your fault!”He scratched his head, confused, and slowly sat up while holding his lower back.“Did it hurt?”Yeah, right. Like you didn’t almost give me a heart attack.“My waist hurts, but it’s okay. I guess I
Liliana’s Point of View*It was getting late, and we had already finished our dinner. I had just wrapped myself in a towel after getting out of the shower and made my way to the dressing room. Earlier, Asher had mentioned that he had some clothes in his drawer for me.I assumed I would borrow something for the time being, even though I had no idea whose clothes he was referring to. To be honest, I was relieved that we didn't go shopping earlier because I was afraid he would buy me more stuff. I was astounded by what I saw when I opened the drawer and froze. Several exquisitely arranged dresses that appeared brand new and pricey were inside.“Oh my God…”I stood there in disbelief.“So these are the few dresses he mentioned?”As I reached in, the scent of fresh fabric hit me. The clothes still had their tags on. It was unbelievable to me. "Asher!" I yelled, my voice resonating throughout the space. He opened the door after I heard his footsteps coming closer. He glanced at the
Liliana’s Point of ViewWe were still at the mall, and right now, we were facing Jessica and her group of friends.“Who are you?” one of them asked, clearly offended.“I’m sorry, but I’m not really in the mood to introduce myself today. So if you’re planning to flirt with a man right now, make sure it’s not my husband. Okay? Otherwise, I won’t just push you—I might just knock you out cold and leave you sleeping on the cold tiles.”They were clearly stunned by what I said. Jessica had always been one of my biggest rivals. She was my cousin on my father’s side and had always tried to steal the spotlight. Grandpa and Grandma had two children, but Grandpa had an affair and had a child outside of his marriage—Jessica’s mother, who turned out just like her, always seeking attention.Grandma accepted them because she had no choice, but she still kept her distance. I remained her one and only baby, the one she truly cared for. Even Grandpa, despite everything, still treated me that way. His m
Liliana’s Point of ViewAs we walked through the grocery store, Asher told me to grab anything we could stock in the fridge—ingredients for meals we would cook and eat together. Since it was all for us, I didn’t hesitate to start picking out what we needed.“Do you think everything I’m getting will fit in the fridge?” I asked as I scanned the growing pile in the cart.“I’ll buy a bigger fridge,” he replied without missing a beat.My eyes widened in shock. “You’re joking, right?”“Nope. There’s no room for jokes when it comes to things we need as husband and wife.”I froze in place.“Huh? Hey, come on. Relax. I think all this will fit in your condo fridge, so don’t worry too much.”“This isn’t all we’re buying, my Sweetheart. We’ve still got a long list ahead.”I stared at him, stunned. He was serious. “Let’s go,” he said, taking my hand as he pushed the cart forward.He stopped by the freezer section and started filling our cart with frozen goods.“That’s a lot,” I commented.“That’s
Liliana's Point of View*I stood before the mirror while watching myself, my heart thundering like a wind drumbeat in my chest as I took in my reflection.My breath caught slightly, and I smoothed like the fabric of my dress with trembling hands, trying to gather myself. I need to calm myself or Asher will notice.Just beyond the drawn curtain, Asher waited and sat calmly on the sofa, unaware of the storm of nerves swirling inside me.The room was silent, but the air was thick with anticipation. My palms grew damp, a testament to how tightly wound I had become. Waaa I'm nervous!Then came the soft voice of the assistant lady, breaking the stillness like a delicate chime, “Mr. Windermere, Milady is ready and standing behind the curtain.” “I’m ready to see her. You can open the curtain now,” came Asher’s calm reply. My heartbeat quickened even more. I was wearing a dark dark red dress that hugged my frame and stopped just above my knees. Three-inch heels added some height to my usual
Liliana’s Point of ViewDamn… Damn…“Wife?”I closed my eyes tightly, rubbing my temples as memories from last night came flooding back—me touching his chest, then sitting on his lap while holding him tight like some clingy fool.“Asher…”“Wife, don’t say my name like that. How are we supposed to convince everyone—especially your lawyer—that our marriage is real if you don’t act sweet to me?”“I’m not exactly the sweet type, okay?”“Well, I am.”I frowned at him, staring hard as more flashes from last night played in my head. Ugh! Why did I drink so much?I leaned my head against the window and gently tapped it, punishing myself.“Wife? Hey, don’t do that.”He quickly pulled the car over and rushed to my side, moving my head away from the glass.“Why are you hurting yourself?”“Please… just keep me away from beer forever. I’m sorry for what I did to you last night!”I buried my face in my hands, overwhelmed by embarrassment.“So, you remember what happened?” he asked, curious. “What e
Liliana’s Point of ViewI woke up to the sunlight hitting my face, making me groan a little as I hugged the pillow closer. But then I froze. The pillow I was hugging... it was breathing. I could hear a heartbeat. Slowly, I opened my eyes and widened them in shock when I saw him sleeping peacefully beside me.Of course, it was Asher.Wait—why were we sleeping next to each other? My face was practically pressed against his bare chest, and I bit my lip as I stared at it. I slowly moved away and realized he had no shirt on. My eyes trailed down, seeing that a blanket covered his lower half. I glanced at myself—I was still wearing my clothes... but where was my bra?I moved carefully, trying to lift his arm that was wrapped around my waist. I almost got free—until he pulled me tighter against him. My back was now pressed against his warm chest, and I could feel his breath on my neck.My eyes shot open again when he placed a kiss on the back of my neck.“Asher…” I whispered.“You’re plannin
3rd Person'sAsher couldn’t help but smile at Liliana’s words. She said she would help him regain his sense of taste—and little did he know, she truly would be the cure he never expected. She was becoming the antidote he needed, the one who would bring back the flavors he had long forgotten.He glanced at her again. Liliana was sipping her drink, eyes fixed on her phone.“Damn those b*tches,” she muttered bitterly.His eyes followed hers to the phone screen. It was a photo of her ex-fiancé and ex-best friend, holding hands during a picnic. Other pictures showed the two entering a motel together.“They really don’t regret anything they did,” she said coldly.“People like them are addicted to sex,” she added. “They can’t stop or walk away from it. If you go back to that guy, he might touch you again—or worse, he might even rape you.”“If he dares to try, I’ll cut his damn thing off,” Liliana hissed. “They’re monsters—especially that so-called best friend of mine. A two-faced snake. I kn