I swallow, looking at the king-size bed, covered with pearl white sheets. I feel him coming behind me, "I'm not sharing a room with you." I say, wandering my gaze around. My gaze halts on the painting of the castle and the lone angel with white wings is flying in the sky.       "It's our room," He says,       "We're still unmarried."     He arches his brows, his expressions are guarded, "You're my wife." He looks back at the painting. My heart begins to race hearing his calm voice, "I won't be available. So our room is yours."     "Thanks," I sat on the sofa and bent slightly to remove my snickers, "I'm tired." I look at him from under my lashes.      "There are guards outside if you wanna go out, feeling hungry. Use the intercom." He says, pointing at the nightstand.&nbs

                     I gawk at him as he keeps pacing back and forth in his office. I didn't know about his office until I followed him after breakfast. I don't want to argue if he will ask me the reason for standing out of the door.      I dearly wish to go in but I need his permission. I jump as he towers over me and clears his throat.      I gaze up at him, "Hi," I smile nervously.      "Do you need anything?" He asks in a low and soft voice.      "Yeah! Can I sit with you?" I clear my throat, "I won't disturb you." I mutter, lowering my chin. My heart begins to ripple in my ribcage.      With bare feet, I'm never bothered but he's too tall. I'm terrified of being alone and he didn't need to know this.      He's quiet for a long time, staring at me. I t

                       This headache is going to kill me. I thought when I opened my eyes.       The curtains begin to part. I shield my eyes, extending my hand against the morning light of the sun. I stare at my arm. I'm wearing the same dress.      I push myself in a sitting position. My eyes were big, when my gaze rested on the couch, "What are you doing here? You conceded to not share the room."      "Not in a particular situation," He says, without lifting his head from his file. He is wearing a dark blue suit with a white shirt. Ok! Let's not talk about how he's looking so dashing.      I scrunch up my nose, "What particular situation?"      "You retched all night," He says, turning the page of his file.      "Liar! I don't remember," I couldn't

                        The night sky is clear and full of stars. The door cracks open. I don't look back and move away from the window.       "My parents are coming tomorrow," He says, making me jump on my heels.       I shoot my gaze at the door. Which was closed. Luce is standing behind me, "They were coming this weekend." I say.       "Some changes in the plans," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets.       I flinch and stare at him, "You just can't change your plans," I thin my lips.       He looks at me.       "You're pathetic." I snap when he doesn't say anything.       "Your dress will arrive in the morning. We're going out for breakfast with them," He says, calmly.      

I put the curler down and look at myself. The lack of sleep could be seen on my face, eyes looking lazy, skin pale. The dark circles are forming under my eyes.       I move to the window. A fresh breeze blows over me, I close my eyes, sucking in a breath as I have never breathed before. The sun shines down on me. I can feel the heat over my skin.       The air suddenly feels like it's disappearing. Making it difficult for me to breathe. I snap my eyes open.       My eyes widened. I stumbled back and hit my arse hard on rough ground. The sky above me turns burning red. But there's no sign of smoke around me. Panicked! I look around to see if it exists. My breathing turns shallow as all I can see is only red.      I couldn't ponder as dread made me paralyzed. It's beyond horror. My heart is pounding in my chest.       I push myself up. My hands are cov