OliviaI sat down on the bed in a daze. I still couldn't make sense of last night.I can hardly remember anything.How did I get to this hotel suite? Who brought me here?What the hell happened last night?I vaguely remember seeing Sebastian at the club. Sebastian? Wait, no. It wasn't him. It turned out to be Simon, and then...I have no recollection of what happened after.I look down and gasp. I am not wearing my dress from last night. I was wearing a man's shirt. It smelled like sandalwood.Fuck...this isn't good.I quickly get dressed and head home. I was supposed to have lunch with my parents and my older brother Jonathan who is visiting us from England.I take a fast shower and get ready for lunch. My mother already thinks I'm a spoiled brat, so being late at lunch isn't ideal. I won't hear the end of it.And Jonathan, well, I missed him. I wanted to talk to him about Sebastian too.My big brother wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a big bear hug that puts a smile on my f

DelilahTwo weeks later,It is my wedding day.It is supposed to be the happiest day of my life. I had been dreaming about it since I was a little girl, but now it feels like a nightmare.Everything looks perfect. The venue is beautifully decorated. Sebastian insisted on paying for everything, which hurt my father's pride a little, but he was appreciative in the end.Sebastian spared no expense. The wedding hall had everything I had ever dreamed of having for my wedding. In addition, I got to buy the most beautiful dress I had ever seen, which Sebastian paid for as well.But I couldn't be happy no matter how much I tried. Dread filled my stomach. I wasn't about to marry him because we were in love. I was marrying him because he practically owned me. This is all wrong right from the beginning.I chose a lacy floor-length gown with an open back. I kept her hair down in loose waves and decorated it with white Lilies to match my dress.I wish I could be excited for this day, but I was ter

DelilahI ended up having a great time on our honeymoon.An amazing time, really.Sebastian took me to different places and showed me things I had never seen. I never went anywhere outside of the USA before, so this was a whole new experience.We went to a festival and walked around for a while. It has been a while since I enjoyed some time myself. I was always at home taking care of my father and the bookstore. Vacation was not something I could enjoy back there."I need to sit down," I told him after a while."Are you tired?" he raised his eyebrows."My feet hurt," I complained.Sebastian led me to a bench, and I sat down immediately. I looked at him with surprise as he suddenly knelt down in front of me."What are you doing?" I asked."Let me see your feet," he said and grabbed one of my feet, and took my shoes off."Wait...you don't have to..." I started to protest but stopped when he massaged the bottom of my feet with his thumb. It felt like heaven after walking around for so lo

SebastianI stood outside and breathed in the cool air.I was starting to calm down and the anger I felt earlier slowly dissipated. My insides knotted in guilt when I remembered Delilah's tear-soaked face. What have I done? All I ever wanted was to have someone who would love me for who I am. Instead, I made my wife into a prisoner, and now she claims to hate me. Everything was all wrong.I didn't want to go inside the room right away, so I decided to take a long walk instead. I found a local pub that was still open and decided to go in for a drink instead.I wanted to drink until my emotions became numb. I wanted the feeling of guilt to go away. I never liked to admit mistakes, but this time I took things too far. I almost forced myself on my own wife, for Christ's sake!I have to go back and apologize.I take a long swig of my drink and then head back to the hotel room."Deli...I..." I started to say but stopped as I realized she was sleeping. I quietly closed the door and got into

SebastianI watch Delilah walk away and sigh to myself. I couldn't feel any pain because of all the drugs they gave me, but I remembered the severe pain when the bullet hit my waist. I thought I was going to die right then and there.Ryan dropped the gun right after he shot me and just stood there like a statue. It was as if he couldn't believe it himself."You shot me, asshole," I had screamed at him before dropping to the ground. Pain shot through his body, and the first thing he thought about was Delilah. The thought of me dying and not seeing her again hurt worse than my wound.I should've treated her better, I thought to myself as I lay on the ground, bleeding. I heard someone screaming and shouting. Sounded like the security guard. And then the noises of him fighting Ryan. About time he got here, I thought before losing consciousness.The next time I opened my eyes, I was already in the hospital. A man wearing a white hospital coat was hovering over my face."Where's my wife? Wh