ALESSANDRO'S POV... Beep... Beep... Beep... I woke up with sharp pain and an annoying ringtone ringing in my head. My head is throbbing and felt heavy. I groaned a little and opened my eyes. Yet, everything seemed dark in front of me. Beep... beep... beep... I heard the phone ringing once again. I rubbed my eyes vigorously and again opened my eyes. This time things turned clearer. I find myself in the jet. Sitting in my seat and the empty food tray was on the table. Beep... Beep... The phone rang again. I stared at the screen and it was Antonio. Wait! why is he calling me continuously? I turned beside to see Victoria. However, her place was empty! Only her Gucci bag was lying on the seat. I sat straight. Something is off. I don't really understand what happened, yet nothing seems right at all. I received the call immediately, "Antonio!" "Where the fuck were you!? I and Sage kept trying you again and again! None of you are picking up calls! Where is Vic!?" He anxiously asked

VICTORIA'S POV... "You..." My lips parted in a daze. "Yo..u look like me!" I could not help the tremble in my tone. "Yeah, I..." She gulped a mouthful of saliva and nodded. Maybe, loss for words. Just like me. Our features, hair colour everything is the same. Even the length of our hair too! It would feel like a reflection of mine unless she has that one difference with me. Our eyes. They hold different colours. My eyes are green. But hers are ivory-blue. So unique and different! Well, I have never seen anything like this before. Just like Leo, she can attract all attention to her at once with those eyes. As we both stared at each other in disbelief, we were suddenly pulled out by a clapping sound. Our heads turned together in that direction and I watched a man entered the dark cell. My eyes roamed from top to bottom at him. He is in a suit and not looked too old in my eyes even though the side of his hair turned greyish. But they were in a line and it was not really understanda

ALESSANDRO'S POV ... "What!?" I barked at Antonio who kept eyeing me as if I have grown horns! "You are acting like you are marrying her for the first time! For God's sake, she was your wife for three years! And this is your second fucking marriage. So, stop behaving like a five-year-old and messing with your tie!" Antonio blurted, adjusting my tie for the ninth time in a day. "I am not nervous." I turned my gaze and looked through the mirror. Antonio narrowed his eyes at me. "Yeah, of course, you are not." I swear, he is so annoying right now! I want to punch his danm sorry face! "Don't you hear!? I don't fucking want that!" Our eyes turned to the other side, Hearing a clear British Accent of a man.Well, we are talking about William here. Today is not only my wedding but his too. And he is hella nervous just like me, but in a more paranoid way! Right now, he is scolding his butler who seemed not to mind him. It clarifies, how used to he is in the situation! It was Deborah's i

INTRODUCTION: Greetings, Mr. Husband (story title) Simple and hard-working, Maeve Lily, encountered an accident while returning home from the hard day of work. The injured one was a handsome young man. At first, she was amazed by his gorgeousness and in the next second she was annoyed when he deliberately accused her of his injuries and lost memory. Worst, he demanded to sue her. She was scared and did not have a choice but to let him enter her tiny apartment. At first, he introduced himself as her boyfriend to her neighbour, next he managed a place in her bed! Slowly, he captured her heart, making her fall for his playful nature. And the day, they got married, the handsome Stranger disappeared from her life. Broken and enraged, when Maeve started cursing men, one sudden morning, someone knocked on her door. Maeve gasped looking at the gorgeous stranger who resembled her lover a lot. The man with a smirk, leaned toward her surprised face, Whispering, "Won't you greet your husband,

I couldn't help but think I was in delusion. This man did not just ask me to remove my clothes, did he? I stared back at his droopy eyelids as if he sensed the wrongness in my gaze, he lifted his eyes, frowning again. "Wh-at are y-ou st-aring at?" (What are you staring at?) His situation could not suppress his domineering attitude at all. How dare he?! He asked me to take off my clothes first and now showing me attitude. This man! I swear, my day is hella annoying! Clearing my throat, I hold his gaze, "Mr, I understand I bumped you with my car, but that was just an accident! H-ow could you ask a stranger to remove her clothes like this? Th-that's..." I was so mad that my words even clustered. The man hissed at me, "You th-ink too m-uch of your-self..." He lowered his eyes and gestured at the black see-through shirt I was wearing as a cover. "Take th-at off... ti-ie it a-ound my leg." (Take that off, tie it around my leg.) I was caught off guard at first but soon the wave of his w