Laura's POV:"I do solemnly declare that I know not of any lawful impediment why I, Reiner Caesar may not be joined in matrimony to Laura Patterson," Reiner paused to continue his contracting words. "I call upon these persons here present to witness that I, Reiner Caesar do take thee Laura Patterson to be my lawful wedded wife. I promise to care for you, to give you my love and friendship and to respect you and cherish you throughout the rest of our lives together."He spoke as if he meant every words he just said. Gazing into those piercing cobalt blue eyes, I knew just as well as he does that he gives no damn about our marital vows. Not that you can call this a wedding. I've always wanted a big wedding, invite lots of people, walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress and make long lasting memories of my special day. Reality they say, is often disappointing. It appears I'm never gonna have that big wedding. Reiner wanted something quiet and small. The only witnesses present a
The moment Reiner and I stepped into the mansion we we're immediately approached by a woman. She was as far as I could tell, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She's probably in her middle twenties, compactly built and dressed in a green pleated skirt and an open V neck silk blouse that exposed the top of her popping boobs. She got one of those beautiful skin Instagram models dig for. She wasn't just beautiful, she was attractive with a sensuality that commanded attention and lust. She walked up to us and extended a hand to me. " You must be Laura, welcome to the Caesar's family mansion. My name's Doris. I am Mrs Wendy's P.A."I was surprised. Well, what did you know. My former job. To think I'd be shaking hands with someone in the same field of work I was once employed into. I took her hand and we shooked briefly. "It's nice to meet you, Doris. I'm Laura.""Where's my grandmother?" Reiner chipped in impatiently, drawing me closer to himself. "I must present my wife to her."
"Careful," Sylvester helped me to my feet. "You could've hurt yourself."I steadied myself until I got a hold on my standing. "I'm sorry, it's these damned high heels. I'm not used to them.""Maybe you should take them off and go for something more comfortable," Sylvester suggested, flashing me a smile. "I haven't seen you around here before.""I'm Laura," I introduced myself a little awkwardly. "Reiner's wife."He stepped toward me, invading my personal space. His scent of male, dry cedar, and leather seeped into my system, making me drunk. Sylvester cocked his head, surprised. "Reiner's wife? Since when did that happened?""Today," I replied him.Sylvester dug his hands in his pocket and chuckled. "That's a surprise. Reiner's never brought a girl home before. Usually, he fools around with women, then dump them the next day. So it's surprising, running into a woman who claims to be his wife."How could I reply Sylvester of all people. He was the man of the house. He oversees the aff
"Strip, bitch!" Reiner commanded. I crawled away from him, feeling nothing but fear for him. He threw his belt away and got on the king-sized bed. "What's the problem?" I asked, stuttering. "D-did I do something wrong?""You heard what I said," he barked, his shadow engulfing me. "Strip. Time for your punishment.""Punishment?" I asked, looking surprised. "Hold the phone. What did I do?"Reiner grabbed both my wrists and pinned them against the headrest of the bed. His breath was getting harder. "You're mine," he rasped, his eyes like holes punctured in paper. "No one must ever touch you in such a familiar way.""Is this because of Sylvester?" I asked, growing more and more scared of him. "I'm sorry if I got you offended but it's not my fault. He was relentless to escort me to our bedroom.""Which makes it the more reason," Reiner bawled. "No man touches my woman. I'm a territorial person. I hate it when someone trys to invade my territory. You must understand you're no longer Laur
Laura's POV:"...tell me, what did you do to Jerry?"Reiner set down his magazine and took his Martini in his hand. "Jerry? You mean your loser fiancé?"I bite my lips as his words hit home. Yeah Jerry was a loser but somehow it doesn't sit right with Reiner judging nor insulting him. "He's human," I defended him. "Yeah, same human you left for me.""Can you," I raised my hands in frustration. "Just answer the question?""Why are you worried about him, anyways?" Reiner smacked his lips, frowning at me. "You've got no business with your ex anymore. Move on for fuck sake.""I just wanna know he's fine," I said, sighing in exasperation. "Look, we're supposed to get married by the end of the year. Our parents are aware of our engagement and were in full support. When I announced I was calling off the engagement to my folks, they didn't take it too well. Same goes for Jerry's parents. I gave my reasons but they're kinda insisting we work things out. I didn't sleep a wink last night, tryi
Reiner's POV:My hands gripping tightly to the toilet seats, I buried my head in and threw up the entire content in my stomach. I had drank way too much tonight. Dr Phil repeatedly warned me to reduce my alcohol consumption but fuck him. What is life without alcohol? If I don't get a drink once in a while I might go crazy. Funny how Dr Phil keeps yapping about my liquor and how it'd affect my health in years to come. I couldn't care less what he thought about it. No one tells I, Caesar what to do. Rising up to my feet, I flushed the toilet and staggered back into my bedroom. My head was as heavy as a log of wood. My bathroom robe was loose, leaving me half naked as I staggered to the king-sized bed and crashed on it. I am Caesar. A non-loving, whiskey-drinking, billionaire. I answer to no one and tumbled into bed with anyone I deemed worthy of my standards.My great expectations and crushing demands are all perfectly met by more money than I could ever burn.I’d been blessed by
Reiner's POV:"I'm making an adjustment to my will, Reiner," grandmother said casually. "I'll be handling the island over to your stepbrother."I stared at her for a long time, not sure if I was coming or going. Did she just say she was handling the island over to Sylvester or was there something wrong with my ears?"I'm sorry, grandmother but I don't understand," I said. "I'm I even allowed to see your will?""That's just a letter to my lawyer, addressing an amendment to my will," she said. "It's your turn to make a move, Reiner."I've lost my interest in the game. I just wanted to storm out of this bedroom and vent my frustrations on a sandbag. However, I tamed my temper and moved my Knight piece. "But I don't understand," I went on to ask, "Why Sylvester? I know he wants the island but I run this place. I finish every projects you contracted me to do, I look after the big boys whom frequent the casinos, our deluxe hotels and strip clubs. I know every inch and breath of Sun island,
Laura's POV: Wendy dismissed me after serving her desert. She had told me she wanted a taste of my culinary skills before going to bed. A couple of hours ago, I did something I thought I might regret. The only people in Wendy's bedroom was just I and her personal maid, Sandra. I played the violin for her as she demanded, then gave her a more depth about myself. However, in the course of our discussion, I raised a question that's been itching me to ask since I set foot here. It was centered on why Reiner was the least important member of the family and why he was being treated unfairly. Sandra looked surprisingly at me as if I had just commit a hideous crime. But Wendy was intrigued by my boldness. She didn't give me all the answers, instead she went on to tell me how supreme her power was and why it's her right to bestow favor on whomever she chose. I called her bullshit. I was more surprised at myself for challenging her. Wherever that courage surged from, I had absolutely n