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Chapter Two
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2025-08-26 16:32:05Palmer’s POV
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The day the wedding had finally arrived.
I was getting married to a narcissist who did not seem it relevant for him to come and visit my parents nor acknowledge my existence.
I knew he was a good for nothing human being, but it was still a shock that a human being could not change after so many years.
“I can't believe my daughter is getting married.” My mother cried as soon as she walked into the waiting room of the wedding hall.
“Oh stop! Stop with the fake pretence.” I snapped.
All I have to do is get through this marriage for some years and divorce him.
I still wonder why a grown man like Arrow cannot choose a wife for himself.
“I was just trying to be caring.” My mother whined, pouting with a sad look on her face.
Gosh she was so irritating, all the while my father was In the hospital she refused to come, distancing herself from any legal troubles. As soon as she heard I was getting married to Arrow Dawson she came crawling back with her pretentious care.
All she cares about is money.
“I don't need it.”
“How are you my angel, it's time.” My father walked in with a bright smile on his face. As soon as he saw my mother his expression instantly became sour.
I still wonder why he does not want to divorce her, it might be his own method of punishing her. Their relationship was just too confusing.
With a deep sigh, I pushed myself off the couch and walked towards my father.
“Let's go.” I said, refusing to look at my father because I was afraid I might break down if I do.
“I am sorry sweetheart.” My father apologized as soon as we got to the entrance of the hall.
The door opened and I walked to my future, meeting you the man I never thought I would see again, more or less , marry for the first time in Fifteen years.
With each step I took closer to Arrow felt dreadful every part of my body and brain was screaming at me to run away, but I had too much to lose. A lot of people's lives depended on this marriage.
I saw him standing on the altar, he looked handsome like always. His striking beauty is a façade of his true behaviour.
“It is nice to see you again, Palmer.” He greeted me with a small smirk that sent shivers down my spine.
The wedding quickly concluded and we were now alone in the hotel room.
He seems to be a very busy person, all through the wedding he only interacted with his friends seemingly avoiding me. If our marriage was going to be like this it would be bearable.
I laid on the bed hoping to get some sleep after a very stressful day. It was my wedding day but it felt like I attended a funeral, my funeral.
The feeling of hot air on my neck woke me up.
I opened my eyes to see Arrow directly on top of me. His eyes on mine.
I pushed him off my body with so much force I knocked him to the ground, running to the other end of the room to avoid him.
“Are you crazy? What The hell is wrong with you, you pervert?” I yelled as I tried to cover my body with my arms.
I felt exposed, although I was wearing a nightie dress.
I intentionally chose this outfit because I wanted nothing to do with him.
“What do you mean, you are my wife and it is our wedding night. I was about waking you up to perform your duties.” He said without batting his lashes as he laid down comfortably on his side, staring at me like I was the crazy one.
“I am not your wife, I am only doing this because I have no choice. Don't you ever dare come near me again.” I warned.
He smiled, his dimples in full display, but I could see the mischief dancing in his eyes.
“Why should I not sleep with a woman I married before God and man today. Won't that be a sin?” He asked as he slowly made his way to where I was standing. I tried to back away but I was trapped.
“You are mine now, Palmer. And you have duties to fulfil…. But I will not force you. You will come to my bed willingly.”
“I will never come to your bed, you don't have my heart. Another has my heart.”
As soon as I said the words I regretted, I was too angry to realise what I was saying. I had planned on keeping that a secret until I divorce Arrow and moved on.
“You what?” He asked, his eyes glinting with danger.
I was scared, his playful gaze and attitude were gone, it was replaced with a feral look, one that filled my heart with fear.
“Nothing.” I mumbled, trying not to look at his intimidating face.
He grabbed my chin and forced my face to his level, to the extent that I had to stand on my tippy toes.
“Arrow….” I gasped, fear consuming every part of my body.
“Who is he?” He asked, but I refused to look at his eyes.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I replied.
“I see. I will find that person and I will kill him. You are mine, you must be stupid if you think you can even escape me.” He growled before pushing my face so hard my neck snapped a little.
I watched as he walked out of the room slamming the door hard behind him.
*****
Three weeks have passed and I haven't seen nor heard from Arrow. It seems like the fact that I have a boyfriend or had a boyfriend pissed him off.I hope it will continue like this.
Christian has not picked up my calls for almost a week now, he was avoiding me. And I can't blame him. I left him and married another person. He clearly still has my heart but I had to make this decision, I had no other choice.
My phone rang and it was Claire.
“Hello.” I greeted in a playful tone.
“Palmer….. it's Christan…” she sobbed, I could barely hear her over the phone. I began to panic. Why was she crying?
“Christian is dead.” She cried out.
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