Chapter Ten: If it becomes real. Arya ran to the standing mirror with the wedding gown, that had just been delivered and checked on it. She made a spin and smiled. “This is pretty.” Her smile fell. “And also very familiar.” She had seen a sample at the boutique, was the dress in trend? Perhaps when Damien shopped for it, he saw it and liked it. Her smile returned. At least, they had similar tastes in clothes. “What are you doing? Thinking of you two being compatible? Forget it, it’s a contracted marriage.” she dropped the gown to the floor. Why was Damien being so kind to gift her a gown? Did he know that she didn’t have a single coin with her to buy anything? “Arya! That dress belongs on your body and not the floor!” Anna shouted, entering her room. Arya picked it up hurriedly and threw it on the bed, she rushed to her sister’s side. “You said he called? What for? About me or something?” Why was she curious? Anna wondered. “He called to ask how my marriage plans with Jim are
Chapter Eleven: Child of Woe.A gentleman. Damien must be nothing but a gentleman. He swiftly agreed to the marriage being done in his absence and sent a car over to pick her up. Arya couldn’t help but feel these acts could swerve her earlier decisions of acting formal with Damien and only lovey-dovey in front of his mother. “I should also help him get a lady he’d fall in love with, it can’t be me.” she whispered to herself as Damien’s driver drove her to the venue. The car stopped in front of a huge building that didn’t look like a court house. Did he rent a place for the wedding? It wasn’t supposed to be that big. The driver opened the car door for her and she got out, wearing a smile. “Thank you.” “You’re welcome.” He replied and pointed inside. She picked up her flowing gown and walked into the building. Her eyes were down so she wouldn’t step on her dress and trip but when they went up, her jaw dropped. Only three people were in the building and they were all staring at he
Chapter Twelve: Miserable Thirteen. Damien looked out of the jet window. The pilot announced they’d be dropping soon and he heaved a sigh of relief. Those thirteen hours were the most depressing and challenging for him. He wanted to be there with his bride but he couldn’t miss the meeting. He went through everything to arrange a wedding but had to postpone it as he won’t be there. Why did she want it immediately? How exactly was the summit important to her than her own wedding? Or didn’t she take it serious? Even as the jet was about landing, Damien still felt like turning back and being the one to wed her but it was too late. It seemed also she didn’t mind or she wouldn’t have postponed it. The thought alone pained him. “Sir Damien, we are here.” A small lady tapped his arm. He looked up at her and she blushed. “We are here, sir.” He sighed. “I can see that.” She looked down and left. He sighed again. He shouldn’t have let Butler Jim at home and deal with new butlers that a
Chapter Thirteen – Drama. Epic. Just epic. Arya sat at the living room of the Wade’s mansion as even if it was as epic as the word, the argument happening on the first day of her marriage was more epic. She couldn’t calm her sister down, she could never. And Selena kinda needed someone to keep her in check. She wasn’t even apologetic when she and her mother walked home. And when they arrived at the mansion, they saw the car had a dent. She couldn’t drive. Her mother hoped it wasn’t a human she hit or that person was as good as dead. “What’s going on?” someone walked into the house and asked. Arya jumped to her feet but chilled when she saw it was the cousin that had stood in for Damien at the court wedding. He had left them there, hurrying for a important appointment. “Selena drove the car home alone. Since you took the other, mother and I, with the butler had to walk home.” She explained with a flat tone. He blinked twice then placed his hands on his waist. “Why did she do tha
Chapter Fourteen – Texting.Damien alighted the car and sighed, breathing in the air around his estate. He was going to start his walk down home as it was the only time he had to walk around freely. The half a plot space for walking and football was his idea when building the house because he needed a lot of time to think before getting home. As he took a step forward, while whipping out his phone to see the wedding pictures his mom sent, he heard the car door open again. He paused, his driver never walked with him but drove to the garage. Turning behind him, he saw it was Debby, he sighed. “I forgot you came with me.” The young girl frowned deeply. “I was with you all through in the car even if I sat behind. How could you forget my presence!” Damien smiled, she was always being para. “C’mon let’s go in.” He began making quick strides towards his mansion. He checked the pictures that his mom had sent him, he paused his steps when his eyes landed on Arya on the wedding dress. “I
Chapter Fifteen – I hate her.What was going on? Arya stabbed at the fish in her plate, she glanced at Damien who was on his laptop, sitting at the end of the room, then looked back at her fish. She really wanted to talk about the marriage contract. It wasn’t very specific but she assumed they’d create more terms when he returned from China but he hadn’t spoken of it. He made her sleep in the same bed, but far from her. Made her eat with him and kept her clothes in the same wardrobe with his. Like they were a freaking real couple! So far, he had been nice and soft with her and she couldn’t deny he looked hot while scolding his sister for being mean to her. However, they were just acting, only it felt like he wasn’t. “Not a fan of fish?” Damien asked, seeing she wasn’t eating. She took a bite and swallowed. “No, I’m good.” She replied, exhaling afterwards. She wasn’t a fan of fish actually, chicken was better. He tried to remember something Anna had said about her sister and fish
Chapter Sixteen – Fate.The coast was clear. Arya sighed, before walking out of the room to drop the tray of chicken bones she had with her. She had never eaten so heartily since she arrived there. Damien giving her chicken and rice then leaving the room for her to eat freely, had to be the nicest thing he had done for her. She sighed again, thinking of the satisfaction she got. She knocked when she got into the kitchen. There was no response but she barged in to see cooks and chefs, stunned. They all wore white uniforms with small caps. She bowed at them. “I wanted to clean this up quickly.” She showed them the tray but one of them took it from her and bowed back. Where they going to clean it? She tried to take it back but a chef stopped her. “Madam, please, let her do it. We serve you here. You can order for some other snack too.” Arya looked at her blankly. Serve? Snack? Order? Right, she was living with billionaires. She nodded with a smile. “Alright then, take care.” She bow
Chapter Seventeen – Seth called.A smirk was on Selena’s face as she retouched her hair and added powder to her face. Her room door opened and Debby walked in with slumped shoulders. “I watched your confrontation with my brother’s wife.” Selena said, a smirk on her face. “She won’t be your brother’s wife for long.” Debby mumbled, searching for an item in her bag. Selena chuckled, looking at herself in her mirror. She nodded, satisfied with the result. “My brother’s wife is quite a badass. I’m beginning to like her.” A bag dropped to the ground and she jolted, turning to it. “She isn’t your brother’s wife! And you shouldn’t like her!” Debby shouted. Selena wasn’t fazed by her screams, if anything, it pissed her. She ignored her and looked back at the mirror, checking for a hair out of place, She saw none. “Don’t get crazy with that puppy love of yours. My brother is married. I tested his wife and she seems like she can keep up with my energy so congratulations to us.” Selena fac