Chapter 31 BIANCA’S POV My face contorted in shock and confusion after reading David’s message. Why on earth would he send such a message? Was he trying to break up Richard and me? Even though I wanted to end the marriage, I couldn’t because the contract stated that divorce was only allowed after our parents passed away. Since my parents were hale and hearty, it seemed like it would be a while before that could happen. Despite that, I wasn’t bothered. We just got married over an hour ago. So he should cut us some slacks. I looked up and noticed Richard watching me closely. I managed a shaky smile, trying hard to stay composed. My fingers fidgeted as I typed a reply to David, but I tried to hide it from Richard. Me: Thank you for the update but I don’t think I’ll be divorcing my husband anytime soon. I let out a deep breath and tapped the send button. “Who’s that?” Richard asked, his thick brows tilting questioningly. “Who…” I tried to keep myself from stuttering, acting like I

Chapter 33 BIANCA’S POV Nina’s words came rushing into my thoughts again. “If he wants the wedding this way, then he’s probably ashamed of you.” “Open your eyes B, he’s afraid of showing you off. He is hiding something. Maybe he’s married with kids in one or more of those places he’s been to before coming back here. Or has another girl he’s planning to marry. I bet he’s just going along with this marriage to fulfil appearances and expectations.” “Not again,” I muttered. Squeezing my eyes close, I shut my ears to the sound and shook my head to get rid of the thoughts. Richard’s expression hinted that the message came from the same person sending him those texts at the dinner table. Who was that? Who the fuck was trying to mess with husband and marriage? I had to find out. Curiosity was gnawing at me like a flea, and I couldn’t resist anymore. I tried to look at the screen by stretching my head, but it was useless. There was no point in stressing myself because he was far and I c

Chapter 35 RICHARD’S POV “We have to go,” I said to B. She was about to put my length in her mouth when the chauffeur’s voice came through the intercom. Upon hearing it, she became visibly disappointed, like a child who had their favourite ice cream taken away from her. Leaning forward, I cupped her cheeks and said with a reassuring smile. “We’ll continue inside.” Reluctantly, she nodded and got up. I stood up and pressed the intercom. “Thank you. We’re almost out. Give us a minute.” The chauffeur replied, “Ok sir.” For a moment, I thought he might somehow find out or had already found out about what we did back here. I laughed off the idea. He won’t. The partition between us is soundproof. But what if he did? I avoided thinking about it altogether. It’s not like he’ll do anything about it. He will understand that we are newlyweds with impatient needs. B and I took some time to tidy ourselves up. We looked like one heck of a dishevelled mess– our hair tousled, clothes wrinkle

Chapter 37 BIANCA’S POV My heavy eyelids fluttered open to the sunlight sneaking in through the curtains. Instinctively, I covered my face with my hands to avoid the bright rays till my eyes slowly adjusted to accommodate it. I turned and twisted to see myself lying on a king-sized bed draped with luxurious linens. That snapped the remaining drowsiness out of me, making me fully awake as I wondered how I ended up here. The last thing in my memory was falling asleep on Richard after reaching climax. Did he carry me here? It seemed likely. I also noticed I was wearing one of his dress shirts. It looked oversized on me, but I kind of liked it. Since that night at the motel, I liked being in his shirts. It was probably the one he had on with his velvet suit yesterday. Wow, he even dressed me up. He was lying beside me, breathing gently. Good thing he didn’t snore. None of us snored and I was happy about that. He did say we’ll be sleeping in separate rooms. But with the way it turned ou

Chapter 40BIANCA’S POVMy world shattered like a thousand pieces of glass right before me. It was so hard to believe, impossible; Nina, my best friend since my childhood. One of the few persons apart from my mum and dad who knew me better than I knew myself. The Nina I played dress-up with, did fun makeovers, sleepovers and built sand castles with. We stood by each other in times of trouble, even during times when we were the ones at fault. We always defended each other. The Nina I have done a thousand things I couldn’t keep track of was the angry ex trying to mess with my marriage.I shook my head over and over, trying to push away the idea. Hot tears blurred my vision and made my eyelids tremble. My heart couldn’t handle it. It felt like it split in two and sank deep in my stomach. What I was feeling at that moment was more painful than a burn injury.I sank to the ground, pulling my knees to my chest. None of this made any sense. It was like a tricky puzzle that couldn’t be solve