Love Me Harder のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Alena was just twenty-one. She had just graduated. She knew it would come, but not this soon. God, she couldn't believe her parents would do this to her. Right now. Don't get her wrong—she had always wanted to get married at a young age. But this took her off guard. They had come back home about an hour ago, and she was in her room right now, avoiding her parents. She wasn't ready to get married. Well, at least not right now. She had to admit that Edmund Cardinal was handsome, but that didn't change her mind. After her parents' "surprise," Penelope was literally fangirling about how gorgeous and rich he was and how lucky she was. She didn't even know what to think about the whole thing. Her brain had just shut off. This was supposed to be scaring her. And it was. Right now, she was in her nightdress, brushing her hair for the night when there was a knock at her door. Her bedroom door opened, and Willa walked in. She smiled at her, then came to her, took the brush, and started b

Alena was currently in her room, getting ready to spend time with one of her friends, Andrew. They had been really close for years now. But since Andrew lived in Japan, they rarely saw each other. So they decided to have lunch and go to the mall. It had been a week since the last time she saw Edmund. Willa and Edmund's mother talked a lot about the wedding, the dress, and everything. There was a gala again tomorrow night, and her parents said Edmund wanted to go with her so everything would be official between them. She was scared. Everyone would know about the engagement. She took a shower and got ready. Once she was done, she took her phone and went downstairs to wait for Andrew to pick her up. It wasn’t long before she received a text from Andrew, saying he was already outside. Immediately, she grabbed her purse and went outside. She smiled big and got into his car before hugging him. "I missed you, A!" Andrew said, pulling away and smiling at her. When you were with A

Edmund’s cold stare didn’t waver as he looked at Irina. What the hell was wrong with this woman? Was she testing his patience? He exhaled sharply, shaking his head. Irina knew damn well he was short-tempered. But seriously, he didn’t have time for his ex-wife’s drama. "Listen, Irina. My fiancée and I don’t have time for this," he said, grabbing Alena’s wrist. As they turned to leave, Irina’s voice rang out behind them. "Edmund doesn’t want a teenager for a wife. He’ll never take your marriage seriously." Alena stiffened, but Edmund didn’t stop walking. The rest of the event went smoothly, but she barely spoke. She only answered when spoken to, her mind elsewhere. She couldn’t stop thinking about Edmund’s ex-wife. They were married for five years. Why weren’t they together anymore? Was it an arranged marriage too? Did he still love her? Too many questions swirled in her head. "Alena," Edmund’s voice broke through her thoughts. His tone was soft, but his gaze was sharp. "

Alena showered, then looked at the clothes Fern chose to her. It was gray skinny jeans with a red v neck shirt. Just what she needed. She tried her clothes on, she doesn't know if she was going downstairs or just stay here. After what happened between Edmund her, she was kinda scared to see him again. Their marriage was arranged, so does he need to be all possessive over her? She sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair, then got up to left the room. She made her way down the stairs, and started looking around the house. Then, she entered the kitchen, finding a woman probably in her fifties. The woman looked at her and smiled. "You must be Alena," the woman said, smiling again. Alena just nodded, and took a seat on one of the stools. "I'm Rebecca, the housekeeper. Edmund told me a lot about you. I'm happy to finally meet you". Rebecca said, hugging her as she hugged her back. 

 Today was Alena's wedding. She can't believe it's today. She was so nervous. Her 4 bride maids were all here with her. It was of course Penelope, Avrielle, and her cousins Jayda and Maya. Willa's makeup artist Rome was currently doing her makeup, and her hair stylist was doing her hair. She couldn't look at herself just yet because they won't let her. "Okay. Now, finally we are done," Rome announced excitedly. She tightened her robe, and then turned to the mirror. She looked at herself and gasped. It was so weird. She can't even believe it was really her. She looked more mature. Willa and Avrielle already told her that she couldn't just act like a teenager anymore. Or like a spoiled kid. And she agreed with them. Right now, her hair was done into a tight low bun. Her makeup was so beautiful with peachy pink eyeshadow and natural color lipstick. And there was a jewelry tied around her bu