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Chapter eight: Ahlia
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2026-10-15 14:48:55
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The Husband I Hate Chapter Nine: Ahlia
I stood in front of some of the graduating students of Clairmont High.This was a general workshop organized for the seniors before they graduate, which had different sections for different career paths. Today they were having four different sections at a time, and for my section, I had an old schoolmate paired up with me for the workshop. I wasn't really close to Bernie when we were in school, but we were familiar with one another. And right now he was friendly and congratulated me on my success with Cara's dress.Mrs. Coleman had also told me the initial registered students for this class had been 30, but 24 more had joined within the week after my newfound popularity.And this was just the surface of my experience the past week.On getting home after the wedding, I had gone on the internet, anxious despite knowing the reaction was positive.Articles from Vogue, Elle, The New York Times, and many more gushing over Cara's dress and the brand behind it were at the top of the trends
The Husband I Hate Chapter eight: Ahlia
I stood with everyone else as Cara started her walk down the aisle, her hand resting lightly on her father's arm. I was anxious. Probably almost as anxious as the bride herself. Which, I guess, would be considered an absurd feeling to have right now, as someone who is in no way related to the bride, but I think it's normal for me to feel this way. I did spend weeks making that wedding dress, so you could say I had a certain amount of emotional and physical investment in this ceremony. I spent weeks with that fabric, so much so that it started to feel as familiar as my own skin. The white silk caught the rays of the sun. The ceremony had a gold-and-white theme that contrasted nicely with the late-morning sun's golden hue. The gown’s boned corset cinched her waist, its sweetheart neckline edged with delicate ruffles. The skirt swept down in heavy cascades of silk and satin, whispering against the stone floor with every step. It was beautiful but not too ostentatious. Cara cut a
The Husband I Hate Chapter Seven: Dominic
She turned me down. And without even attempting to spare my feelings, I might add. Those brown eyes of hers seared into me without faltering. As usual, she's been all I could think about for the past week. Even during a board meeting, my mind kept replaying our conversation. I couldn't stop trying to relive that moment, to feel that look of defiance trained on me. By the end of the week, I realised that, contrary to what one would expect from a man like me, I wasn't irritated by her rejection. It was quite impressive, if I'm being honest. Darren suddenly appeared beside me as I studied the acquisition contract laid out in front of me. “You've been on that page for 30 minutes”, he said “Just making sure everything's perfect”, I replied absently “You are distracted”, he stated “I could clear your schedule if you need a break” “Stop with the nagging, Darren”, I said, irritation colouring my voice “Of course, sir,” He said, sounding chastised, “I'll be back for the contract
The Husband I Hate Chapter six: Ahlia
Steeling my shoulders, I strode into the garden at the Prescott family mansion.I grew up rich, so I wasn't new to luxury. However, the Prescott family's wealth was on another level entirely. The kind of wealth most people could only dream of.The garden resembled a scene from a fantasy film. Calling it a garden almost seems inadequate. I could spot some of New York's elite mingling, champagne flutes in hand, nibbling at food from trays held by servers stationed within arm's reach. It was like an enchanted garden party.For the first time in a long while, I felt nervous. Suddenly, I regretted accepting Cara's invitation.“Ahlia," a voice called. I turned to see Cara walking towards me, smiling broadly."You're here," she breathed. "Come, come, let me show you around. My parents are preoccupied with guests. I'll introduce you to them later.""You look beautiful," she added. "Is that an original piece?""Oh no. It's Dior. I got it in São Paulo a year ago," I breathed, trying to keep up
The Husband I Hate Chapter five: Dominic
I spun my pen between my fingers, my head resting against the back of my seat. The sound of traffic below provided the perfect soundtrack to my mood, and the warmth of the sun filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my home office lulled me further into thought.I should be working. Spex Corps was on the verge of closing an important deal. My assistant Darren, with his meddling and perpetually disapproving nature, wouldn't be pleased if he found out I spent the afternoon thinking about a woman who couldn't bear my presence.But by God, she looked excellent yesterday. Ahlia Maxwell was the most beautiful human I had ever seen.She was my undoing and the bane of my existence, but I had to have her. No matter the cost, I would pay it.I heard myself release a chuckle at the memory of how she turned up her nose at me, as if I were gum beneath those sexy heels of hers.She despised me, and it was thrilling.She was assertive, and would baulk at any attention from a man like me. B
The Husband I Hate Chapter four: Ahlia
I stood in front of the mirror in the office bathroom, inspecting myself. My outfit for the day was a two-piece set in shimmering pink satin. The blouse had a deep V-neckline with intricate lace trim delicately framing my bust, and the cinched bodice beautifully emphasised my waist before flaring slightly at the hips.The matching pink satin midi skirt swayed with every movement. On my feet were delicate pink sandals. My long, curly hair framed my face in lively waves, the dark curls contrasted nicely with the shimmering pink of my outfit. I chose it because it was a dress with the perfect balance of sultry and formal.Cara was my biggest client yet, and I had to look the part.A few minutes later, Meredith announced Cara's arrival. Cara Prescott waltzed into my office with the same confidence most New York socialites seem to possess. She was wearing a white button-down blouse with a tailored, vintage silhouette. A blouse I designed.Excitement welled up in my chest."Ahlia," Cara smi
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