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 interested in the title of Sienna Edward Rhodes. I'm glad just being Sienna Grey. When my father told me he would give me two million pounds. My eyes lit up. I agreed to be his wife. In reality, It wasn't the main reason to agree with it. My grandma loves me. I could do anything for her. She wanted me to marry him. I said yes. And two million! I took it as a bonus to fulfill my dreams. '
He'd never find me on the table dancing to impress him but to drown him in the pool of his own mistakes.
I glanced at my reflection. I hated last night, our wedding night! My long pink dress was designer and hugged my curves. I was supposed to wear it while walking out of this room with my husband after completing my wedding. But not anymore! I laughed so raucously but it couldn't soothe the small ping in my chest.
I grabbed the handle of my luggage and walked out of the room. I wanted to turn and slapped on his door. But he didn't need to know this.
I pressed the button and waited for the elevator to come. I was getting impatient. I wanted to get out of here, I didn't want to share the same roof with him. I did not want him to see me.
A figure stopped next to me. I looked at her. She was my husband's partner. Her hair was a mess. She was continuously running her fingers in her messy hair. I could smell my husband over her. She yawned and covered her mouth with her other hand and muttered, "Sorry," With a slight smirk.
"Hi," I smiled as I glanced at her, "Need some help?" I asked. I shouldn't help her. I shouldn't forget. Unknowingly, she helped me to get rid of my husband.
"Yea! Can I borrow your perfume?" She asked me with a smile.
"Of course!" I smiled. The elevator's door opened. I hurriedly pulled my luggage bag with me.
'You've used my husband. Geez! Wrong! He has used her entire night. It is just a perfume.'
She paced in right behind me. The door dinged close. I slipped my hand into my bag and took it out.
She glanced at it, "Nice choice." She took it from me with a smile.
I smiled. It was a dry one, not my genuine one. I took out my phone and ran my fingers on the display. I was exhausted and frustrated but she didn't need to know.
' I have booked my flight. I have two million pounds. I can buy whatever I want. I don't need anyone. '
"Thanks," She said, returning it to me. I took it silently and shoved it back into my bag. For now! I was going to throw it like my husband, "I'm Kristina." She extended her hand.
Unwantedly, I shook my hand. She must have touched him with her soft hands. I strongly felt the need to throw up. I hid my disgust behind my smile, "Welcome," I wiped my hand on my dress.
"You know, Edward Rhodes?" She asked with disgust on her face.
" Yeah! The CEO." I smiled, furrowing my brows. I cast my head low. So she couldn't see my anger. Which wasn't for her.
"Bastard!" My smile widened hearing it, "He called me here. I was expecting a beautiful sexy night with him. He's fu***** s**y! Muscular body, abs, curves! Oh my god! So tempting! " Her luring expression changed into disgust. The elevator door opened but she didn't stop speaking, "After kissing me like hell. He just stopped." I could tell from her angry face. She was not lying, "He didn't want to cheat on his wife. He was no fun."
I was about to walk away but I stopped dead. She glanced at me and held my arm and pulled me out of the elevator. I swallowed the lump. I wanted to run back into the room and wanted to act like his wife.
Geez!
Where did this come from? I shook my head.
' It doesn't matter to me. I'm using these pictures against him.'
I was feeling a little bad. I suppressed that tiny part. It wasn't needed here. I didn't need to answer our families - 'Why did I do this?' Indeed, it was just an excuse. His pictures with Kristina would answer them.
We walked out of the elevator. She spoke so fast that she spilled out a lot of information in less than a half minute.
"Have a good day, Kristina." I smiled drifting out of the hotel.
"Thanks. I didn't catch your name, dear?" She asked. Her smile was friendly.
First, I thought about lying to her. Then I changed my mind, "Sienna." I did not stop my pace as I darted toward the car. The driver opened the door for me, "Thanks," I muttered.
' I have already booked a cab. I am flying away from New York. I didn't know. She has recognized me or not. But the silence explains a lot. '
"His wife's name is also Sienna," I heard her muttering.
She didn't recognize me. Good! The guilt would have ruined her day. I stared at my phone. I clicked on the send button. I stared more. I had sent his and Kristina's pictures to his and my family.
'I don't wanna do any damage to him. I'm sending them to our families, not to the media. He should be grateful.'
I didn't know why. But I wanted to go back after knowing the fact from Kristina. But it could be a lie too. I shouldn't be bothered about it. It wasn't my concern. We had different paths to walk. He didn't even look at me in my wedding dress. Though, the kiss was fantastic.
I bit my tongue and shook my head. My phone was already ringing in my hand. Edward! I pressed the red button and switched it off.
The airport wasn't far from the hotel. My mind kept swirling with his thoughts. I had questioned myself many times about my step, walking away from him and our wedding. Though, this was my prime thought.
The driver pulled over the car and stepped out.
I dragged myself out of my mind. We were heading to the Maldives for our honeymoon. But not anymore.
I puffed out a deep sigh. My throat suddenly felt tightened. I put on my dark glasses and straightened my back. I opened the door and stepped out of the car.
The driver took out my bag from the trunk. I grabbed it after thanking him and walked in.
'I should not feel sad. I was supposed to g
o with him, not alone. It's nagging me. '
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
My breath gets caught in my throat. Last night was still excruciating. How could he live with it? A calm smile on his face. He also forced me to pose for cameras when the media and many photographs followed us to our hotel. He ruined my vacation. People were first just staring at me, wondering what the king's bride is doing here. Why is she alone? I don't care. All I cared about was myself, my happiness. I don't mind fading into the background. I'd love to fade and enjoy my privacy. Until he invaded it and now he ruined it. When he led me to the Royal Suite, which I refused first. His threat still lingered in my head. I wanted to hoard peace for me, away from these flashes of cameras, and them throwing thousands of questions at me. I didn't want any emotional entanglements, but his look, the way of his holding, he was still drawing me to his side, his grip tight on my waist. My dirty thoughts never left me for a second. ' Yakk! I'm imagining mys
He did seem a little different when it was just the two of us. He seemed like a cold personality to me. I wanted to kill and like him at the same time. I didn't want to fool myself. This… wasn't getting us anywhere. It wouldn't vanish soon. The imprint would stay longer than my imagination. I could hope… he didn't crush me. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. We made our way silently. "Now! Leave me alone." I told him. I should try to escape again. The question was… could I do it? By law, we belonged to each other, physically too but not by heart. My heartbeat was loud in my chest. He looked at me as if he wanted to eat me. I flattened my lips and stared at him. I couldn't give him the angry look I aimed for. He kept looking at me with a warm smile. Pink rose up my neck. I scowled at him. I shooed him away and he didn't mind. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. When he pulled his hands back, the look he gav
I glanced around in shock. My lips parted witnessing the sumptuous villa. It was mostly constructed with glasswork. My eyes stopped on a gargantuan glass wall. I could be on the other side of it. "It's a secret place. No one knows about it." He said, coming behind me. I could see his reflection through the glass wall. I touched the glass. But I was touching his reflection. I couldn't rein the strong feeling to touch him. "Thankfully no photographer and media," I spun, pushing my thoughts elsewhere. He pressed the button on a small remote control and gestured to me to glance back. I whirled on my heels and glanced at the wall. It began to part in two pieces, "How did you do it?" I asked him. I couldn't stay on my feet. I ran outside. My feet were buried in the sand. I laughed as I felt the sand beneath my feet. The sound of the tides and waves filling the air. Everything looked amazing. I didn't wait and rushed forwar
I wasn't expecting this kind of behavior from our families. Not a single word to him. No one even questioned him. Would they have welcomed me with so much warmth if it were my pictures? Hell! No! They must have lectured me about my Maidenhead, particularly my parents. Everybody's attention was flocked toward me. My father's glare stopped me. We looked like a perfect family from the outside but from the inside, I could see the difference clearly. I stared at the walls of his room. His parents and my parents acted as if nothing had happened. If it would be me instead of their son. Their gazes would have killed me. Their words would have stabbed me. "Grey color!" I heard my mother's cheerful voice. I could see some advice was going to come my way. I didn't wanna hear. It would only infuriate me. This room was massive with gray walls, dark furniture, a white marble floor, sheer curtains, and chandeliers above the set of gray couches. I hate his room, gray
Fame was a powerful thing. If it landed in the right hands, you could conquer the world. I was hearing her talking but I couldn't pay attention. My mind was somewhere else. He didn't come back to the room after my parents left. I did know where he spent his night, sleeping in another room or sleeping with another woman. I shouldn't care about him. He had paid off the loan, debt, and I must not forget, fifty percent partnership with my father in his business. Dad didn't mind as I'm his daughter and Edward is my husband, his son-in-law. Still, the nagging feelings couldn't be ignored. It hit me every second. I thought about contacting him many times. That would be a mistake. Perhaps, not. I shouldn't present myself to him. I should respect myself. She tapped on my shoulder, "Sienna, are you hearing me?" She raised her arched brows. Her fingers ran through her hair, showing her green-painted nails. She's wearing a white tight dress. She was a hottie. Her blue eyes sparkl
They’re a family heirloom. His ancestors earned the title hundreds of centuries ago. They ruled the noble community. My family is nothing compared to them. Doesn't he want to marry me? That would be the reason he would hire a girl to spend time with him. Things are getting complicated. I did not know what to do with us. A beep echoed in the room, grabbing my attention. I glanced at my phone. Aerial's message popped up on my screen. I swiped. 'Club, if you're not busy,' I immediately replied to her. I didn't wanna spend another night alone when I didn't know anything about him. I wanted to know desperately. Sometimes, I thought of losing control over myself and yelled out of my lungs. I didn't wait for her message. I grabbed a silver dress from the cupboard and sauntered to the washroom. I checked my reflection, there was sadness in my eyes but it wouldn't stay long, I checked my make-up, and ran my hand over my mini silver dress. Perfect