“Hello, I am Adele,” she introduced herself. Mr. Vincent’s eyes widened, looking at her. “Sorry, come again.” “I am Adele, from Flower Fetish,” Adele smiled as she extended her confirmation mail. “Oh, yes,” Mr. Vincent replied. “Will you be comfortable helping us to decorate?” “We are in a bit of a hurry...” “Excuse me, Mr. Vincent, please give us two minutes,” Blaise mustered an urgent smile and took Adele a few steps away from him. “What are you saying?” “But we are here to deliver the flowers, not to decorate,” Blaise clutched Adele’s hand as she whispered. “It’s ok. They need our help.” “Look around. Do you think we will get another chance to come here?” Blaise shrugged. “But..” “Come on, let’s enjoy the view,” Blaise winked. “We are happy to help you. Mr. Vincent,” “Tell us from where we have to start?” Adele followed the lead. They started decorating the hall with white flowers. “This is mesmerizing,” Adele thought, looking at the light coming from a massive chand

~ADELE~ After enduring so much in my life, I didn’t know what more I needed to see in this lifetime when my family didn’t want me, and the person who sent me the marriage contract didn’t bother to show himself. How can I sleep when strange thoughts are brewing in my mind? Oh! I wish I could close my eyes and vanish into thin air. But no, the pain in my heart made me realize it’s all an illusion. Get up and face these challenging balls life throws at me. I touched my lips, which were swollen from yesterday's action. I got up, did my morning business, and came down to where I saw Mr. Vincent waiting for me. Honestly, I wanted to throw him out of this house, but I knew this man brought a piece of news for me dressed as an angel. In reality, he was a demon sent by the devil himself to capture my soul in hell. “Hello, Adele,” he extended his hand. Mom is looking at me with expectation. She thought I called this gentleman to bring sufficient money to save my brother’s ass. “Hello, M

~ADELE~ I slept like a baby. I must say, I never slept like this, not for the last few years. It could be the change of room or my situation. Mike did not annoy me this morning, but I was about to face a new challenge. I flapped my eyes and looked around. It feels like the room got bigger the last time I saw it. The morning lights sprinkled every part of this room and gave it an energetic look. “Good morning to me,” I sighed. Thinking of last night, I was about to lose my virginity to my unknown husband. I touched my lips where I felt his presence the most. He felt like a hungry lion who wanted to eat me roughly. I gulped at the thought of his company with me. I fear how he would treat me the following nights. But I needed to discover a lot about him. I got up from my bed as my feet landed on the fluffy white rug underneath my feet. I enjoyed a moment rubbing my feet against this soft thing. Isn’t it strange we all do some childish thing in the middle of a stressful situation to r

I could hear his voice, but I ignored it because I knew this was the right thing to do. I ran to my room as my heart was pounding heavily with an unexpected encounter with Angelo. Why did he behave like that? Didn’t he know about his master? How could I tell him his master is a devil who knew every breath I used to take? My life had changed upside down. I hate ignoring Angelo and fear the nights. For the entire day, I was thinking about Decker. His touch was fresh on my fingertips. I closed my eyes as I tried to remember his sculpted body, but his words were buzzing in my ears. His touch, his warmth, alerted me he would come soon. My heart beat fast again, as I could feel strange knots in my stomach. These knots were not the excitement, but the fear he created in my mind. It felt like you were trying hard to see in the darkroom, but you could only feel his presence, unable to figure out who he was. I was not tired, but I wanted to push this sinful night where he could push himself on

~ADELE~ I woke up in the morning with soreness in between my legs. The first thing I felt was tears in my eyes. I burst into tears; my first night, my very first night, was horrible as the monster punished me for the thing that triggered something inside him. I can’t live like this. First, my brother and mom tortured me, and then he did. Am I a human or a puppet? I wanted somebody to make me feel secure. I tried to call Blaise, but she was not there. I tried to call Elijah, but I cut the call before it got connected. I walked toward the bathroom to get a hot shower, not to mention the pain was still creasing inside me, making me feel how he carelessly treated me. As the hot water touched my skin, I closed my eyes, thinking of the words he gave me before he became the monster. He called me his flower, but how could he crush me like this? He wanted love from me, but how could I love him when he was willing to show his evil things towards me? I didn’t find a single reason to love h