RYAN POV I was definitely not feeling guilt free knowing I have been having business dealings while on a honeymoon with Ariel. We haven't even visited the important places in the city of Melbourne. I closed my laptop, as my gaze lingered across the room until it reach that of Ariel, who was focused on the book she was reading. She had been doing plenty of readings since we left the States. I can't blame her. I have only proved to be a boring husband. "Done with work?”I broke out of my thoughts as the words of Ariel reached me. "Yes. But there is something I need to tell you.”I scratched my neck, feeling nervous all of a sudden. "Shoot.”She dropped her book, as her stare cut to mine. "I'm taking you out tonight on a business date with your step-sister and her husband. Is it okay with you?” She hummed, as she nodded. "Of course.”That was her response. I don't know, but I could feel that she wasn't so glad about it. Why will she be? I should be beaten. If my mum gets wind t

ARIEL POV I woke up with a dull pain in my forehead. I opened my eyes slowly, as it was blurry for a few seconds. My eyes met with Ryan's face, as his hand hung on my arm. I breathed in, as the closeness between us seemed terrifying. I almost stopped breathing. He looked even handsome while sleeping, strands of his hair making their way to his forehead. His pink lips were partly open, making me gulped down saliva down my throat at the thought that suddenly ran through my mind. His eyes opened, as I just stared. "Hey. You are awake?”His voice was low and crispy. I simply nodded, gently removing his hold on me. I felt a sharp pain as I tried to sit up. I held on to my forehead, as if it would do justice in stopping the pain. “Hangover right? So much for your bravery last night.”Ryan snickered, as he moved to my side. "Stop bullying me. It tasted like orange juice. How was I supposed to know it would be so alcoholic.” My words led to more laughter from him. "It's fine. I gues

ARIEL POV That ended our one-week honeymoon abruptly. Mum wouldn't stop disturbing Ryan to bring me back to the States. Ryan gave in 2 days to the allotted one week we were to spend, as we boarded a flight back. Ryan was furious, as he could not get footage. Whenever I thought about the fact that someone is after either one of us, it crept the hell out of me. Even when I insisted we could spend our remaining days, Ryan didn't buy my idea. He was anxious about my safety, most especially.It makes me happy to know he cared about me. I like how his facial and body expression shows it. And he did his possible best to lift my mind off the incident. Apparently, there was no trail whosoever to who must have tampered with the brakes. As for the message I received anonymously, it somehow got deleted off my phone within a twinkle of an eye. It almost made it difficult for Ryan to trust me. I got a million calls from Eva, who was distressed. We were able to keep the incident from the othe

ARIEL POV Sleep deserted me abruptly, leaving behind a groggy and tired self. I pried myself off the bed and sat up. The previous night, suddenly appearing before my very eyes. I remembered Ryan's fleeting,feather-light touches around my face and neck, his eyes staring into mine, the incredulous look on his face when he had felt the barrier of my innocence. The way he spoke gently in my ears, to calm myself. It was a night I would never forget. It was blissful, pain first followed by pleasure. I glanced sideways, as Ryan was not beside me. He was probably bathing. I gently lifted the duvet off my body, as I noticed the blood stain on the bed. I wanted to stand, but I felt weak and hungry. The kiss, hugs, words of reassurance and the love making sends my body tingling with sensation. It was as if we bonded last night. A night meant to never be forgotten. The bathroom door opened, as Ryan got out. My gaze lingered to him, as his body was wet, his blonde hair messy. His well-buil

ARIEL POV It would be best to describe the past few days. It was wondrous, beautiful, blissful. I can't think of the perfect adjective to describe it. Ryan couldn't help but almost stop me from visiting his family for the weekend. He insisted he would feel lonely. After much pleading, he accepted on the note of having some of my ready-made cooked meals as well as food recipes. It warmed my heart to know he really cared about me. It had been day two of my visit to the Ackers home, and no doubt I longed for something. Ryan and I had been communicating steadily on phone calls and messages. The most heart lifting one was his special love letter he promised to send throughout the weekend. The one I read yesterday made my heart warm and joyful. The letters, words made a lot of sense, and touched me deeply. Ryan should be a writer. "You're thinking about your hubby, aren't you?”Eva's voice jolted me out of my reverie. She wiggled her eyebrows, prompting me to laugh. She q