Three months: I haven't seen him, I don't know anything. Where is he? I'm staying in Barnsbury away from his elegant palace. This place is far away from his modern life. I bought this small place with an attached garden from a teenage boy who wanted to leave Barnsbury desperately after the death of his parents. I didn't try to call anyone. Though I miss them all. Uncle and Andria would have been married. I smiled at the thought but it faded with my tears streaming down. I endeavored to forget him. I couldn't. I saw him in my dreams every night. My brain was trying to comprehend and my heart wasn't ready to accept that he could do this to me when he loved me. Life without him didn't set in. The more I tried to ignore him, his memories hit me like a ten-ton truck. Sometimes, I saw him ambling into my room in my sleep, him scooping me up. It felt real. I laughed at the thought. People would call me mad. I missed him, his bossy attitude, his t
I couldn't turn my expression into an indifferent mask. I ruined everything between us. He must be hating me for hurting him. Did I break his heart? He could read my thoughts easily. I was alone to deal with my pain. The door cracked open. His feet hit the floor softly. He was the last person I wanted around me, particularly now when I was feeling guilty, stupid for walking away. He sauntered over to me. He took my chin between his fingers and thumb. He forced me to look at him. I lowered my eyes. It was a shameful moment. He found me. He brought me back. The woman I was thinking of could be his girlfriend. I was wrong. James was the father of her child. I shouldn't be here. I hurt us both. Tears streamed down my cheeks. His first two fingers slid under my chin, his thumb swiped on my cheek, "Why these tears now?'' He demanded in a low voice. His anger was visible in his low voice but his features were calmed, " It's no use crying over
I swept my hair back into an elegant bun. I picked a teal and cream color dress for myself. It was breakfast time. No one disturbed me, no one visited me. I was thankful but it also made me realize that I was alone. Perhaps, I have lost everything. My family, my friend, my husband. I whirled on my heels and sauntered over to the door. I pulled it open and didn't stop my pace. I was scared to face him. I reached the dining hall. A smile brightened my face when I saw him sitting in the head chair. The chair I used to sit in was empty. I wasn't certain. Should I sit there or away from him? James and Elisa were sitting together, muttering something under their breaths. A giant smile bloomed on their faces. James craned his neck and looked at me, ''Good morning, sunshine." He smiled. Edward stared up at him, "Are you flirting with my wife?" His gaze turned hard on him. He rolled his eyes, "For goodness sake, look at your wife,"
The nightmares have disappeared, and I am smiling again. It's not always true what we see. The fact that Edward is there for me, gives me a sense of empowerment and reason to live life again. He has put his imprint on my heart. We were on the private island of Marcus. Aerial has picked this place for Uncle and Andria's wedding. I wanted to marry him again in this beautiful place. A chuckle fell from Andria's lips. She was looking adorable in her mermaid wedding dress. Aerial was hovering around her like a little girl. Her pink puffy gown was giving her a princess look. I was wearing a royal blue gown with thin stripes. The ends of my hair were curled, falling down my back. I released a soft sigh as I spun on my plump heels. Edward was against me wearing them. But I promised him to be careful while walking. He took care of us. I smiled, glancing down at my stomach. I was still scared but things turned easy with Edward. "We should go. Are you ready?" Aerial as
The ceremony passed in a blur with traditional wedding music, we exchanged vows, and I had mulled over it more than a hundredth time. 'Why am I here? Why didn't I run away?' I thought but something stopped me. We could say my father coaxed me in. Nothing could soothe my nerves. I couldn't run away. The global hysteria over my impending wedding was the lead story on every channel. I couldn't lose myself in the wedding. It wasn't my choice. My thinking was no comfort to me. My dad offered me the money I wanted for my business. It was shocking when I heard him. But he repeated it for me. I wouldn't call it business. I wanted a school for needy kids in South Africa. That demanded money. So I was here. Keeping my words, that I made to my father. I was officially into this alone. He brushed a gentle kiss across my mouth after we were being pronounced man and wife. It made my pulse pounded in my ears and butterflies swirled in my be
I could not sleep. I was so startled to see him with her on our wedding night. So! I booked a beautician. My hair wasn't chestnut brown anymore. I colored them blonde. ' It's looking pretty cool. I have always wanted to do this. Mom never allowed me. Well! No one is above me now. It's my life.' When he slid the ring on my finger. We were declared married. My father transferred two million pounds into my account. When my father told me to marry Edward Rhodes. I asked him what would I get from this wedding. That was a wise move. I was glad I did it but I wasn't feeling that proud now. He should wait, at least for tonight. He could show some manners. I shook my head and thinned my lips. Why was I mulling over his actions? His action would bring consequences to him soon. I should not be sad. I was expecting rose petals to fall from the sky. The bitch was radiated a halo of confidence and serenity offering herself to him. ' I'm not i
I slammed the door in frustration after she walked out of the room. I don't even know her name. I thought to distract myself from my beautiful wife, her blue eyes that couldn't peel off of me when I kissed her, sealing our wedding. She had been promised to me and there was no way out. Letting other women in my room was the only way to keep her away. She didn't need to worry about it. Soon, she would be aware of the hell she had chosen for herself. I slithered my hand through my hair. I asked her to stay the night. So my wife could know that I wasn't into this wedding. I saw her, my wife walking out of my room. I don't know. How did she manage it? My lips curled up at her bravery. 'She's more clever than I imagined. And I shouldn't forget very gorgeous and f***able in her wedding gown.' My phone began to ring. I scowled at the screen. I leaned forward and clenched my jaw. I grabbed it exasperatedly. I swiped my finger and hoisted it up to
I sat up, pushed the cover away, and slipped out of the bed. The weather was beautiful outside. It looked like the best day to wander around. I was tired after my flight. I rested until I got bored living behind these white walls. The sight still haunted me in my nightmares that my husband was kissing another woman on our wedding night. I didn’t get a choice on who I got to marry, so when my family was presented with the arrangement, it was decided behind closed doors and in front of the person I loved most, my grandma and I couldn't deny, and the offer my father promised to me. My father also made me sign the paper. I was officially the promised wife to the king. He looked like a born leader. I had seen him in his office, on television. We hadn't met before our wedding. I could feel his commanding waves from afar too. His dark eyes stabbed me, accusing me of being his wife when he claimed my lips. I didn’t even know how I was chosen over thousands of girl