Annalise Ysia Villareal’s Point of View
“I apologize for my hectic schedule. You know, I’m currently striving hard on my novel and I feel delighted when I accomplish it. I submitted it to my editor a few days ago, and I was simply waiting for the results—”“So you’re concerned with your profession and neglecting your partner? Annalise, did you truly love me, or do you merely enjoy the thought of loving me? Because I can’t feel it,” Fitz said. “You always claim you have affection and concern for me, but I fail to sense it. Your behavior seems to indicate otherwise.”I was simply gazing at him, speaking with those aggravating remarks that I had never imagined I’d received from him. For three years, he’s been a nice, caring, and affectionate partner, but now I can no longer recognize him. Did I neglect him, causing him to be like this?I hadn’t predicted this since I assumed he’d understood me in attaining my goals, but it turned out that he was left with no option but to acknowledge me. What happened? It pains to witness him say such things, considering it is for the sake of our future. It’s not merely for myself, but for us since we’re partners, and he’s consistently had my back, encouraging me anytime I felt bad.“I’m exhausted. Let’s put an end to this,” he said, giving me chills in my body. “I am not interested in being your partner anymore since you don’t give a damn about me. Where are you when I need someone to rely on? Where the heck are you while I’m fighting for my existence? You are pursuing your fucking ambitions! And today is the time to pursue your ambitions, knowing that they have always been the most important thing to you, correct? So, what is the purpose of my existence to you? I can’t believe I’ve thrown away three years of my life simply to be with you!”He turned his back on me and began walking away without glancing behind. My heart shattered, blurring my vision and causing tears to pour down onto my cheeks like a torrential downpour. My lover left me because I pursued what I wanted.I had no idea for how long I had been shedding tears while staring at the route he had chosen, but I realized I had come back to reality when my phone buzzed, indicating that I had received a text message.Without wiping away my tears, I grabbed my phone in my jeans pocket and clicked on the message, only to discover that it was from my Editor, who stated “I liked the way you wrote, but it is not appropriate for the reader’s perspective. I asked you to revise this to meet the reader’s preferences. Thank you.”“Great! My lover left me because I had pursued my ambition, but I got a ridiculous rejection because my novel didn’t meet their preferences,” I murmured, laughing sarcastically.Instead of being taken over by my mental state, I chose to go for a stroll instead of taking a taxi to clear my mind and alleviate the pain that was bothering me. Why not, right? Walking has several benefits, and I’ve been stuck in my room for approximately a month, striving my hardest to complete the novel, but it was declined. I was confident that it was unique and full of unexpected developments, precisely what they were looking for, yet it was turned down.While strolling, I noticed a woman at the bridge about to jump into the deep river. I was uncertain what was on my mind, but I put my worries away and grabbed one of her hands, hoping to attract her attention and prevent her from jumping.“Hey! What are you doing at this moment?” I asked, which prompted her to glance at me with a pleading expression. I also noticed her eyes streaming, which made me pity her, even though I didn’t know why she wanted to jump.“Let me go! I do not want to live anymore!” she yelled, but I used my strength to drag her.“If you have an issue, talk to me. You can’t simply end your life,” I murmured, kneeling in front of her. She had attractive features, and I believe she has mixed blood from another ethnicity since her attractiveness is unusual.I watched how her shoulders moved and how she was trying hard not to whimper, but I knew she had a lot of trouble. “You may tell me about your issues. I won’t judge you if that’s what you’re thinking.”I waited for many minutes until she calmed down and when she looked at me, “Thank you for saving my life, but I don’t think I can’t live anymore.”My forehead wrinkled as a reaction to what I learned, and I was fascinated. I wanted to hear what she was dealing with so I could give her some advice, even if I couldn’t give myself any. “Why?”“My grandfather assigned me to marry his friend’s grandson. I’m not sure why, but it’s unfair to me because how can I live quietly if they have control over my life? So I planned a strategy to violate the contract by taking my life. I can’t marry a cruel man,” she said.I am devastated after listening to her issues. We are both dealing with the most tough challenge of our lives, one that we do not know how to overcome. I feel very bad for her, but also for myself because my lover left me and my novel was rejected. I’m not sure what to do anymore, but one thing is certain: I was interested in helping this woman.Arranged marriages are common among wealthy families, for circumstances I don’t understand. Some claim they do it for the sake of their business and money, and I had never seen it in real life until I met this woman, who became engaged to the most cruel man.What if I substitute her? So I can gain fame and achieve my dreams in just a blink of an eye? It will benefit us, right? She will have the freedom that she’s been dreaming of for a while. I’ll enjoy the fame because I will marry the man that she wanted to escape. There would be an advantage for me if I marry that man, especially if he’s powerful enough to make my name known.If I’m not mistaken, the items she wears cost hundreds or millions of money, depending on the brand. I’ve been eyeing several prominent brands from across the world because the people in my novels are typically elite, therefore I had to research all of them simply to make my novels convincing.“I apologize if this is a personal investigation, but are you one of our town’s aristocratic families?” When I questioned her, she nodded and smiled slightly.“Yes, and perhaps that’s one reason my grandfather agreed to arrange a marriage,” she added quietly.“Will you agree if I become your substitute? I’ll be the one to marry him so you can enjoy your peaceful life,” I whispered, barely enough for her to understand what I was saying. I’m desperate to fulfill my goal, thereby I’m attempting this. Besides, my lover left me, so what’s the point of pursuing my ambition without him? I can’t even handle things without him. He’s the reason I’m pursuing my ambition for our future, yet he abandons me, forcing me to plummet down the staircase I climbed.This would be my last opportunity to show him that my ambition isn’t impossible to achieve. I know this isn’t the way I intended it, but there’s nothing wrong with trying it, right?“Are you sure? He executed people who dared not to follow him. I’m afraid that you can survive if you become his wife.”“Are you sure? He executed people who dared not to follow him. I’m afraid that you can survive if you become his wife.” “I’m sure, and that’s impossible. He can’t kill people. All of that is just fiction or hearsay. You don’t have any evidence,” I uttered and waved my hand at her. She was just looking at me, shocked and hesitant. She blinked her eyes many times, trying to regain her poise. “This is not a simple situation—” “Every situation isn’t easy and yet I’m true to my words. If you’re going to agree, I offer myself to become a substitute,” I said firmly while looking into her eyes. I saw her let out a deep sigh before nodding her head. “I agree, but there’s no turning back. Are you sure about this?” I smiled at her to assure her, “Yes. I’m sure about this.” .... “So you are saying that you wanted to be the substitute?” Rose’s father asked. Rose, the woman I saved from ending her life by jumping into the deep river, invited me to their house to talk about the offer that I h
“Did you see how she looked at me? Damn! Does she think that I will acknowledge her as my bride? The hell! In her dreams!” That phrase has been bothering me for the past few days. I tried to ignore it, but I just couldn’t. Does that mean he also doesn’t want this marriage? “Ma’am Rose, this is your iced coffee.” I heard someone say something that caught my attention, so I stopped typing and turned my head to look for the person who entered my room. When I noticed that it was the head housemaid, holding a glass of iced coffee that I requested a while ago, I smiled at her. “Thank you so much. You can just place it beside my laptop.” I looked at my laptop again and started typing. I was just working on the outline of my novel first so I could recall it if ever I had writer’s block. It would be easy for me to finish my novel, especially if I’m getting lazy sometimes to write. I always force myself to work and imagine sometimes which leads me not to be satisfied with my work and looks l
The vase fell because it startled her, so I lowered my head to help her, “I apologize. I didn’t mean to scare you, but I just wanted to talk to you since—” “What happened, Leia? What’s with the noise?” someone shouted from the first floor. “I accidentally broke the vase, Kendyll,” she shouted. As far as I know, she’s Leia. “Wait! I’ll help you,” she replied and after a few minutes, a beautiful woman appeared out of nowhere while wearing a maid’s uniform. Leia and Kendyll feel like they came from a well-known family, but I’m not sure although they are familiar. When Kendyll noticed my presence, her face showed shock as if she didn’t expect me to be there. I had been locking myself in my room, trying to finish the novel. However, ever since I received that text message, negative thoughts blurred everything, and I couldn’t even create a scenario in my mind. I tried listening to songs and instrumentals, but I ended up having writer’s block and I can’t even feel satisfied after reading
“Ma’am Rose, the makeup artist and hairstylist, will be here in a few minutes,” the maid informed me outside of my room. I let out a deep sigh and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Tonight, the announcement will be made that Rose is engaged to the Arrogant and Rude Heir of the Mercedes Clan, but in reality, Rose is Annalise Ysia Villareal, the Substitute Bride for her fiancé. “Let us all welcome Zeno Myer Mercedes with his fiance, Rose Vergara!” the host announced. All the visitors rise and clap their hands, making my hands wet and trembling. Even if I’m not Rose, I can still feel the pressure with their eyes as if they are expecting something from me because I’m his fiance. “Don’t do any stupid stunts here, woman or else. You will experience my wrath,” he whispered, which made me clench my jaw. If he doesn’t want me to be his wife, then why did he accept this arranged marriage? I can’t believe him! He can just back out if he doesn’t want to rather than get angry with me. “Why
“You’re so beautiful, Ma’am Rose! I’m sure that Mr. Zeno will fall in love with you!” the stylist said. If only they knew how rude he was, they would not tell that to me. However, since his looks are captivating, I bet that they will not believe what they see and they will eventually defend him rather than the victim. That’s how people think. Once they see how handsome and powerful they are, they will be on their side, even if they are the ones who did something bad or unforgivable. It’s kinda unfair for us, who don’t possess that kind of status, but what can we do if that is what they want? Funny, right? “You think so?” I asked, trying to enlighten the mood so people wouldn’t think something about our relationship. Since he’s the most influential entrepreneur, I can’t taint Rose’s name and my face, of course. I need to ride on their topic because they will surely be on his side once I do something off, so I should make my act more realistic so they wouldn’t sense it. “Ma’am Rose,
“Congratulations to the both of you, man! I’m so happy that you’ve finally found the right one,” someone said, and if I’m not mistaken, it’s his friend. After the wedding ceremony, we rushed to the wedding reception. Zeno was driving his car seriously and didn’t even bother to glance at me after entering the driver’s seat. His eyes were on the road and I could also see his jaw clenching since I was looking at his side profile. He still looks handsome and I understand why many women were admiring him as if he’s like the Prince Charming of their life. Who wouldn’t have thought that? His face is so handsome, he also has an athletic body and height. But you can sense his coldness with his eyes. My eyes landed on his red and pouty lips. That lip met mine when the priest announced to everyone that the groom could now kiss the bride. I admit, that kiss was sweet. It only took seconds, but he managed to brush his lower lip to mine, kissing me passionately in front of his friends, relatives,
It’s our honeymoon month, but we never communicated nor had an interaction aside from eating together. However, I can feel his stare as if he’s observing me, but I’m trying my best to ignore it since I can’t stare at him back because my heart keeps pounding fast for unknown reasons.It’s always been like this whenever he’s around. My heart keeps pounding so fast that I’m afraid that he can hear it. He’s been occupying my mind lately after the kiss that we shared at the wedding ceremony. I’ve been hearing rumors about him when Ciara, my friend, talks about how cruel he is, which is true since he loves throwing hateful words at me, but lately, he’s been quiet. He’s not making any noises when he knows that I’m here, which I think that it’s the best decision that he made.It would be easy for me to stay here and act like Rose if he didn’t create any mess or conversation with me. At least, I’m doing my duty here at his house by not minding his existence or business, but why is my heart ach
It’s been weeks since we got married, but we never talked again after that night when he was waiting for me to come home. We became strangers again but we always ate together just like before. We treat each other as a wind whenever our paths cross.But I’m the one who always avoids him because of what happened that night, where he cornered me with his arms and I don’t even know how to get out. If he hadn’t let me go, I might have been hypnotized by his eyes.“You’re spacing out, Annalise,” Ciara uttered. I mentally shook my head and blinked my eyes many times, trying to regain my senses before smiling at her, who was now chewing.We’re at her restaurant since we both decided to work here and have some conversations again about our daily lives. My bodyguards are nowhere to be found, but I know that they’re just giving me space like they used to do.I just can’t understand why they are protecting me, as if my life would be in danger. As far as I remember, I don’t have enemies, but since