Marvis opened her eyes the following morning when the sun rays from the window hit her eyes. She realized she was wrapped up in Jace's strong arms and was also naked. What! She then remembered what happened the previous night and couldn't help but smile. He had taken her innocence, and it was worth it. She carefully disentangled herself from him and sneaked out of bed. He was in a deep sleep and didn't notice her leave.
As Marvis tip-toed down the stairs, the events of last night played over and over again in her mind. She never thought she would find herself in such a vulnerable position, giving herself to a man she barely knew. But there was something about Jace that made her feel safe, loved even. He had promised to take care of her, to provide for her financially, and she had agreed to marry him for that security. But her parents had refused to fulfill their end of the deal, leaving her feeling betrayed and hurt.When Marvis returned after having breakfast downstairs, she found Jace awake and waiting for her. His gaze was intense, his eyes filled with determination. "Call your dad," he said firmly."Ehhe? Why?" she asked, puzzled."Just call him and bring the phone to me," he instructed sternly.Nervously, Marvis dialed her father's number, the anticipation building in her chest. After a few rings, the call connected."Good morning Father," she greeted, trying to sound composed."What is it?" her father replied, his voice dripping with coldness. He didn't bother to respond to her greeting, nor did he attempt to hide the disdain in his tone.Jace motioned for her to hand him the phone, and she did so reluctantly."Good morning, Mr. Lewis," Jace greeted, feigning politeness."Master Jace?" her father asked quietly, his voice filled with surprise and apprehension."I will give you just three minutes to send Marvis her balance. I will not tell you the consequences of acting otherwise. Your time starts now," Jace's voice was cold and authoritative. He was used to giving orders, his voice carrying the weight of power and dominance.Marvis held her breath, unsure of what her father's response would be. She watched as Jace effortlessly exerted control over the situation, his unwavering determination cutting through the air."Ye... yes, Master Jace. I... will send... it right now," her father stammered in fright. Jace handed the phone back to Marvis, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.She couldn't believe her eyes. She had spent half of the previous day begging and shouting at her father for her money, but Jace only needed to say the word and it was obeyed. At that moment, Marvis saw a side of him she hadn't fully comprehended before. He was not just kind and gentle, but also powerful and commanding.She decided to wait and believe that she had indeed received the money. A minute later, her phone beeped. It was a credit alert from her bank. The five hundred thousand dollars had been paid in full. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that her dreams were finally within reach."I have received the money. Thank you so much, Master Jace," she said, her voice filled with gratitude and awe.Jace looked at her, not seeing her, his eyes softening as he heard the genuine appreciation in her voice. He reached out to cup her face gently, his touch warm and soothing. "I told you I would take care of you, didn't I?" he whispered, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.Marvis nodded, her heart swelling with a mixture of emotions. She couldn't deny the connection she felt with Jace, stronger now that he had shown her his unwavering determination and his ability to protect her. As she looked into his eyes, she knew that their journey together was only just beginning.With the money now secured, Marvis and Jace began planning for their future. They discussed their dreams, hopes, and aspirations, realizing that they both wanted more than just financial security. They wanted a life filled with love, trust, and genuine happiness.Together, they made a pact to support each other, to navigate the obstacles that lay ahead, and to build a life worth living. As they set off on this journey, hand in hand, Marvis couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope, knowing that she had found someone who would fight for her, no matter what.Marvis was very happy, she couldn't believe her luck. Her father had sent the money, just as Jace had demanded. She felt a mix of relief, gratitude, and curiosity. How was it possible that Jace, a man she barely knew, had such power over her father? And why did he even care about her situation?As the day went on, Marvis couldn't help but wonder about Jace's true intentions. It was clear he had a significant amount of influence and wealth, but what did he expect in return? Did he truly love her, or was there something else at play?Unable to contain her thoughts any longer, Marvis decided to confront Jace later that day. She found him in the study, engrossed in listening to some audio documents. He perceived her smell as she entered, flashing her a warm smile."What's on your mind, my dear?" he asked, setting the documents aside.Marvis took a deep breath, gathering her courage. "Jace, I can't help but wonder why you helped me. I mean, I know you don't love me, but... why go through al
20 years agoMarvis was an only child, her parents tried to get pregnant after her birth, but it was impossible. Marvis was a very beautiful girl, loved by everyone, she was the apple of her father's eyes. She went to the best kindergarten, traveled all over the world, and had all the best things. Pamela was a kind woman, soft-spoken, beautiful, and intelligent, Pamela was an artist, she loved painting, and she brought drawing to life.She always takes her precious daughter to exhibitions around the world. She taught her daughter how to paint and drawing.Marvis! When you come of age, I want to open a gallery for both of us.Mother, I will paint lots of pictures for you." I love baby, I love mummy," replied Marvis, smiling.Marvis was tasty in the middle of the night, she went downstairs to get water to drink, and then she heard her parents sobbing and whispering."Please darling, don't tell Marvis about my illness, it will break her." Pamela, you have to tell her, don't keep her in
Liam Sullivan and his wife Natalie Sullivan had always been best friends with Jared Lewis and Grace Lewis. Their friendship was so strong that they made a promise to solidify their bond with marriage. Over the years, this promise was passed down to the next generation.Tracey Lewis, the daughter of Jared Lewis and Grace Lewis, was raised with the expectation that she would eventually marry into the Sullivan family. As a result, she was showered with attention and given the best opportunities in life. She attended the finest schools, traveled all over the world, and had every luxury imaginable. However, in the wake of this favoritism, Marvis, Tracey's elder sister, was neglected and treated as an outcast in her family.Marvis lived a vastly different life. While Tracey received all the attention and admiration, Marvis was left to fend for herself. She lacked the nurturing and love that every child deserves. Despite the neglect, Marvis found solace in her passions for painting and liter
As Marvis and Jace delved deeper into their conversation, an unexpected rapport blossomed between them, forged through shared experiences of feeling misunderstood and yearning for acceptance. Their connection transcended mere friendship; it was as if they had discovered unity in their quest for understanding, a comfort that had eluded them amid the chaos.Meanwhile, Tracey observed this burgeoning connection from a distance, her eyes filled with resentment and envy. Her obsession with Jace had driven her to extreme measures, and the notion that Marvis, her sister, was forming a bond with him incensed her. She was determined to unravel their newfound camaraderie, no matter the cost.One clear evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an ethereal glow across the landscape, a furtive conversation took place between Tracey and Jace. Tracey feigned concern, her voice soft and persuasive as she deliberately planted seeds of doubt in Jace's mind about Marvis' intentions."Jace, I
Jace POV Jace's sense of conflict and confusion had become an insidious presence within his mind. The once-clear skies of certainty now gave way to stormy clouds of doubt, threatening to engulf the warmth of his burgeoning friendship with Marvis.As he sifted through the fabricated evidence presented by Tracey, Jace's heart contorted with the agony of betrayal. His mind became a battlefield, torn between the authenticity of his bond with Marvis and the carefully woven threads of treachery and suspicion that had been artfully planted by Tracey.Disheartened and disillusioned, he found solace in the protective cocoon of isolation. It provided a temporary shield from the tumultuous emotions that raged within him. However, it also perpetuated the lingering ache that stemmed from the perceived betrayal of a cherished friendship.Amidst the maelstrom of confusion, Jace grappled with a myriad of emotions. His heart ached with the weight of the unspoken truth, and the encapsulating isolation
Years laterAs the foundation for her dream art gallery began to take form, Marvis poured her heart and soul into curating a space that would enrapture all who entered. With meticulous attention to detail, she sculpted an ambiance that would serve as a poignant backdrop for her resplendent works of art, inviting visitors into a realm where emotions flowed freely and stories unfurled with each brushstroke.Marvis stood before her easel, the subdued glow of the evening sun casting elongated shadows across her studio. The cascade of colors on her palette beckoned, each hue pregnant with unspoken emotion. She dipped her brush into the sienna, the burnt orange, the deepest cobalt blue, breathing life into the turmoil that lay heavy on her heart.Years had elapsed since the harrowing tragedy that had left her world in disarray. The loss of her mother had fractured her spirit, her father getting married again, her stepmother not loving her at all, the birth of her sister, being treated like
Marvis and Chris sat together in the quaint coffee shop, sipping on their mugs of steaming coffee, each lost in their thoughts. The familiar hum of the cozy café wrapped around them, creating an ambiance that felt like a warm embrace. The passage of time seemed to dissolve as they delved into conversations that bridged the gap between their past and present.Marvis gazed at Chris, a flicker of curiosity in her eyes. "Do you remember the day we built that makeshift fort in your backyard, using every blanket and pillow we could find?"A grin tugged at the corners of Chris' lips as he recalled the memory. "Of course I do! We spent all day building it, and then we camped out under the stars that night. It felt like we were on an adventure, just the two of us against the whole world."The memories flowed effortlessly between them, each anecdote weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and cherished moments that had shaped their friendship. They laughed, their voices intermingling with the
Tracey POV As I sit in my opulent city apartment, gazing out at the twinkling lights of the skyline, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction that comes from living life on my terms. I flip through the latest fashion magazine, my eyes skimming over the pages filled with couture gowns and exquisite jewelry. The world of glamour is my kingdom, and I reign as its queen.Marvis, my older sister, has always been the one to chase after me, trying to match my pace in every aspect of life. She may have an endearing bond between my parents and her, but I've always preferred to live by my own rules. Nothing comes between me and my desires.My parents adore me, and it's no surprise. I'm the paragon of elegance and sophistication, and I've never hesitated to flaunt what life has bestowed upon me. I revel in the envious glances that follow my every move, as I effortlessly navigate the world of luxury and refinement.Her parents' affection and adulation seemed like the natural prelude to her