As Dahlia walked out of the small cottage she shared with Aiden for three days, after bumping into Ethan the first night there, she didn't risk any chance of leaving the cottage with Aiden, even though he insisted on going somewhere to have fun. Searching the clearing to make sure the beach was empty, she snuck Aiden out of the cottage, and they made their way to the rented car she had borrowed. Aiden was smiling the whole time, which warmed her heart. Her son looked like the exact replica of his father. They arrived at the park and filed inside. She had prepared so many delicacies for them for this mini picnic she had decided they should have that morning. She took sandwiches, fruit slices of apples, grapes, watermelon, baby carrots, other veggies, cheese and crackers, juice boxes, snacks, sweets, cookies, brownies, a camera, and a blanket. She wanted him to enjoy this vacation like she had promised him. Aiden grinned widely as they set up a place beneath a large tree. There were
“…I now pronounce you as husband and wife! You may kiss the bride.” The Priest say with a teasing glint in his eyes knowing he’s done that several times before. Dahlia’s eyes fell on the man in front of her who is now her legal husband. She waited patiently for him to lean in and kiss her but he didn’t, refused to obey the priest. Her heart fell to her feet but not in disappointment, anger. How dare he disrespect her in front of the so many people his father decided to invite to their wedding? Doesn’t he respect his father in the least to comply and keep the facade for the people he’s invited? She doesn’t expect much from this stoic faced cold hearted man. Instead he rushed down the three steps at the alter then vanished from the church leaving her face heated at the blatant humiliation. He should’ve at least leaned in and touched her cheek or something. Embarrassed, Dahlia slowly followed him outside, her head bent, not able to stand the humiliation with so many eyes watching the
It's been three months and Dahlia never sighted her husband in the house since the day they got married. The afternoon she's walked in and heard him fucking a woman in his room then he'd disappeared from the face of earth. She's gotten used to the housemaids in the house, Mrs. Austin and the others were very welcoming. She had nothing to do during her free time so she spent them bonding up with the workers she's going to stay with for a whole year. It shouldn't be that bad. Like the contract she's signed when Mr. Caine requested her presence in the vip section of the cafe she used to work in. He'd told her she doesn't have to work throughout her time with his son. He was going to pay her a huge amount of money and she's grateful for that. Since she's left the orphanage, she's worked her entire life from one cafe to the next restaurant or diner. There was no time to rest when she needed to feed and cloth herself. Dahlia had it bad right from the beginning because her parents decided
Ethan stood beside his sister after she's slapped his wife right in front of him. A nagging feeling touched his chest at the way his wife raised her head and eyes filled with tears and anger fell right in his. Did she think he was the one that slapped her?He watched his sister, Maxine continue to yell at her for doing something to their father. As if the man doesn't know what he was doing. He knew she was innocent in all this but why did she collect his father's money and married him?Doesn't she know just how dangerous he was? Just because he refused to acknowledge her in his life doesn't mean he isn't planning on doing something ruthless to her. She is so small and her innocence makes him want to protect her. Since that day at the wedding, the feelings within him that he's shut down long ago resurfaced when he saw the way she's looked at him. Like he was the only person in the entire world. Her eyes had so much trust in them for him that he did not deserve and he hated her for th
Dahlia has been having panic attacks for months now. Living with Ethan for eleven months and two weeks brought out the worst of her nightmares. She barely sleeps these days and is always sick. In the entire eleven months she's lived with him, they've not shared more than ten sentences and she's usually the one talking. Eventually Dahlia found herself deeply in love with her husband even though she knew he was unfaithful to her. The woman she's found him with when she went to ask whether she could leave the premises became a constant in their home. It was as though she's moved into the villa with them while acting like the mistress of the house. Dahlia let that all happen. She's always in her room, thinking and depressing herself into oblivion. Things were not looking great. Not with Alice always throwing tantrums at her. Degrading her and making sure she's started questioning her self worth. "You think Ethan is going to look at you twice? Fucking think again. My Ethan is only mine
Dahlia awoke to some loud noise from downstairs and knew something must be going on. Standing up from the bed, she quietly walked to the door and peeked outside only to come up empty. She went to the stairs with tentative steps while her heart pounded. For some odd reasons, she feels like something is going on and it has everything to do with her just that she doesn’t know what that is. It is terrible though, she could feel it chilling her bones while she walked. There is no doubt one of the voices belonged to Alice and the other Ethan’s younger sister, Maxine. She’s been terrorizing her for the entire year but only once or twice a month. She was there just few days ago so what is she doing in the house again? Dahlia is not at all curious knowing all the wrathful stuff going downstairs is going to be dumped on her head. A sigh escaped her but she continued to trudge down the stairs, blood rushing to her ears as her heart banged beneath her chest. She won’t like this at all. Bracin
Taking off her coat, Dahlia hang it on the coat rack beside her office door then walked further inside her five inches pumps hitting the floor as she takes controlled steps to the chair in front of the glass window that takes an entire wall behind. Keeping her bag on the desk, she sat down on the executive swivel chair and turned on her laptop. Her eyes moved around the numbers on her screen before she narrowed them. Something is missing and whoever it was that messed with her will pay. She dialed her assistant’s intercom number and waited for a few seconds before he picked up, his voice stern and austere like she’s always liked it. She doesn’t want meek assistants, they don’t just fit in her plans. “To my office now.” She said and hung up her own intercom and sharpened her attention on her laptop. Caleb walked inside looking smart in his dark blue pants and white shirt tucked in his pants, a tie perfectly situated around his neck. He stood by the desk waiting for her to finish wh
Ethan walked down the short corridor that leads to his office while checking his wristwatch. He’s got a meeting with Mr. Crowe in about an hour and though he’s got some pressing issues to deal with, he felt compelled to be at this meeting. Something is drawing him in and he’s always followed his instincts. Immediately he settled on his massive executive chair, his secretary waltzed in swaying her hips from one side to the other hoping for attention from the former playboy. Ethan has changed and everyone could see that though no one knows why he’s changed so much. He unbuttoned his onyx Armani suit and sat down checking his recent emails while his secretary rambled on about his meeting and the schedule for the day. His personal assistant is on maternity leave so his secretary decided to take her place for the time being. He’s regretting it. “That’s all for the day, sir.” She added in a sultry tone hoping he’d at least glance up and see her see through red shirt but he didn’t and ins