Amira's P.O.V.We started eating, and boy was she a good cook. The spaghetti tasted heavenly, and I was gobbling it down as if I was in a hurry.I was still seriously eating when Simon asked me a question that made both Morris and me stiffen. "How did you meet each other, sis?"I looked at Morris, but he was so fixated on his food. How was I going to answer this question now? How should I tell them that I met Morris for the first time on our wedding day?"How we met is complicated," I replied, looking at my food, avoiding any form of eye contact."How is it complicated? We are family; you can tell us anything, right, Mom?" Simon asked his mom. She nodded in affirmation."Come on, Mom, let's eat and leave Amira alone. I knew Amira even before she got to know me," Morris replied to his mom without lifting his face off his food.I heaved a sigh of relief; Morris just saved my ass and, at the same time, gave me a reason to be worried. Did he just say he knew me even before I got to know h
Morris's P.O.VAmira gave him a response that I didn't even hear because I was so engrossed in my thoughts. I soon snapped out of it and replied to him. He tried to make my mom see reasons why Amira should tell him where we met and how. Amira gave a response I didn't hear because I was thinking of how to handle him."Come on, Mom, let's eat and leave Amira alone. I knew Amira even before we got married," I said, trying to divert the attention from Amira. I was disgusted at how my brother could stoop so low.We resumed eating when my mom broke the silence by asking about the whereabouts of Micheal. We arrived here together, but he didn't come inside with us.Being the person he was, Simon replied to the question by saying, "Michael was busy running my dirty businesses for me."It took a lot of self-control not to lunge at him and beat him to a pulp. I slightly folded my hands to resist the urge."Mom, he is in the car. He came with us but refused to come inside," I said, completely ig
Amira's P.O.V.I was still awake by the time the sun came up. Earlier today, I couldn't sleep because of the incident between Morris and me. Although we are married, he should only do things with my consent.His domineering side scared me, and I was shaking, holding back tears. I heard a knock on the door, and I turned to face it, on guard in case it was Morris returning to finish what he started.Cynthia entered with her usual lovely smile, and I immediately relaxed. "Cynthia, it's you," I said with relief."Yes, ma'am. I live here now, remember?" she replied humorously. But I wasn't in the mood to play around. Morris's creepy attitude that morning still haunted me.I sat on the bed while Cynthia stood at the edge when something started vibrating seriously on the table. It was then I remembered that I had a phone. Cynthia went over to where the phone was and brought it to me.It was my mom calling. I was surprised but happy that she was finally reaching out to me. However, she asked
From a young age, Amira had known that her parents would choose her husband. It was something that was bound to happen, especially now that her father's business had gone down the drain. But when the day finally came for her to meet her prospective groom, Amira couldn't help feeling a sense of apprehension. She had just turned 22 and finished university. She was still innocent and didn't know anything about life, so why did her parents decide without even hearing her out? As she entered the grand ballroom where the arranged marriage introductions were being held, her heart pounded with anticipation and anxiety. Little did she know that this meeting would be the beginning of a journey that would change her life forever.Immediately upon entering the ballroom, all eyes turned to her, and she suddenly became the center of attention. She wore a long sleeveless gown that accentuated her curves, and her makeup was faint, making her look delicate. She could hear people whispering amongs
Amira's POV:The sun was already up when I opened my eyes. I rolled over and was in the middle of that perfect early morning stretch when I realized I wasn't in my room. Oh yes! I sat up almost immediately, remembering that I got married to a mysterious man yesterday.I looked around and saw that I was the only one in the room, with no trace of my husband. As I was still contemplating, a man entered. He was well-built and had the stature of a bouncer."Hi, I'm Michael. Everything you need is in the wardrobe. The boss won't be coming home today and the day after, so you have to prepare yourself for his return," he informed me.While he was speaking, I realized something—I fell asleep in the car. But who brought me inside?"Boss did. Is there any problem?" Michael asked."No, there's none," I replied, not realizing that I had spoken aloud. I could feel my cheeks flush at the mere thought of Morris touching me.I sighed and got up, ready to make the most out of my day. But then I remembe
Morri's P.O.V.I was on my way home from my wedding when I received a call from the doctor, informing me that my mom was throwing tantrums again. "Alex, turn the car. We're going to the airport," I told Alex, closing my eyes. I wasn't in the mood to engage in a conversation with Amira.I wasn't even sure if I would ever have a conversation with her. I planned to leave her to suffer, just as my dad made my mom suffer. I didn't want to relive memories from my horrible childhood, so I did my best to shut out any creeping thoughts.As I was still calming my nerves, I heard Amira talking on the phone. My interest immediately piqued. There wasn't much of a conversation between her and the caller; she simply ended the call.Just as I had expected, she must be proud and egoistic like her dad. I planned to make her pay for everything her dad did.Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly heard a light snore. Was she already asleep? I opened my eyes and saw her peacefully sleeping. She looked delic
Amira's P.O.VI bit my lower lip as realization hit me. He was doing this on purpose, but what was his reason? He barely knows me. "Alvera, can you at least tell me what I should do?" I asked. Alvera smiled and replied, "Sure, I can do that, ma." I also realized something else. He hadn't told me what he wanted me to make for him. I decided to simply make him my favorite dish; he would like it. With Alvera's help, I was able to make pasta and tomato sauce. Looking at the food, I felt excited. For someone who doesn't know how to cook, this was a masterpiece. I hurriedly dished the food and took it to the dining room. Morris was already seated, waiting for the food. I placed the food in front of him and sat down to help myself to some food. Just as I reached for the spoon, he screamed at me. I stood up immediately, looking at him with fear."You are supposed to serve me and watch me eat, not join me to eat," he said sharply.I panicked and started serving him. This whole thing was new
Anna's P. O. VI was in my office, taking care of office-related issues, when a guy walked in. He was the person I hired to help me investigate Morris. I wasn't backing down in this fight—I cared too much for Amira to simply let a dangerous man be her husband. "Ma'am, I've done my research. He is indeed a very secretive person," the guy said. "Whenever it seems I've gotten a lead about him, I find myself at a crossroads," he continued.I believed him. I knew Morris would have figured out by now that I was watching him. I thanked the guy as he left my office.I picked up my phone and called Amira, but she didn't answer. The phone kept on ringing without a response. This made me wonder what Morris had done to her.I wanted to go to her house when I realized that I didn't even know where she lived. Where could Morris be keeping her? I wasn't even sure if she was in this country.Lost in my thoughts, my phone suddenly rang—it was Amira calling back. I answered the phone and found myself