All Chapters of MARRIED TO ALEXANDER PIERCE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Bree The house was still and quiet, like the air in the atmosphere needed permission to blow. I tucked myself out of bed and dragged my lazy feet along the long hallway. Mother and father weren't in the living room, so I went ahead to their room. I knocked twice and helped myself in before they answered. “Morning mother, morning father,” I said, locating the bed. I sat in between them and I noticed that they only stared at me. My greeting even went unanswered. It was an expected reaction, I barely greeted my parents in the morning and just went about my business. “Morning Bree, did you have a nice sleep?” Father asked, caressing my blonde hair. “I tried,” my hoarse voice reached my ears. I had cried myself to sleep last night, praying in between that Alexander would look at me the way I wanted. I knew that I was spoiled, not by my parents of course but because that was just what I wanted. I believed nobody could talk to me anyhow, I sat heavily on the respect and properties that

Melissa I was really finding it difficult to wrap my head around what was happening today. First of all, it was Alexander showing up to my house unannounced, informing me of his decision to travel today. Next it was this man who called himself Francis, forcing me to go on a dinner date with him. I tried to keep my anger in check and also to refrain from using the cuss words that were right on the tip of my tongue. “How did you find where I live?” He stepped out of the car, a smile that irritated me from the depth of my soul, lingering on his face. I found myself comparing him to Alexander, I wouldn't have really cared if it was Alex wearing the smile. Besides, it made Alex look more handsome and manly, blushing quietly to the thoughts in my head. At that moment, my head calculated that this morning was the only time I had seen him smile genuinely, ever since we saw each other again. “It's a small town Melissa, everybody knows everyone. And besides,” he took just one single step fo

MelissaWith my handbag and my lunch bag strapped on my arm, I hurriedly walked into the staff room whilst checking at the time simultaneously.All thanks to that asshole, I was 30 minutes late. Jane was sitting by my table, helping me with the student's assessment. She raised her head up just in time.“You are late, that's so unusual of you,” she said. “Well, all thanks to a certain someone,” I rolled my eyes and dropped my belongings. “I'll gist you later.”“Your class is up in 5 minutes,” she said, standing up for me to sit. “Besides, the director has asked for you.”“I'll see him as soon as my class is over,” I sat down and retouched my makeup.I hurried to my class and just as usual, everyone was eager to see me. It wouldn't hurt to flatter myself a bit but I was the student's favorite art teacher."Morning class," I greeted, wearing the smile specifically reserved for my students."Morning Miss Melissa," they all responded, all giving me different shades of smile."I'm so sorry

Melissa The week ran ahead so fast; tending to the kids’ welfare, my classes and also the competition. They took a large chunk of my time. Albert and Janet made sure to help in whatever way they could. Today was D-day, the day of the competition. Janet came along, promising to cheer me up. The kids arranged a basket of food and some blankets with Janet, it felt like we were going on a mini picnic. “Albert, Aiden, Aurora, come on. We would be late, the driver is outside,” I stood with the ride accompanying us to the venue. The Thatchers decided to host the event in their house, their compound was large enough. There were just 50 applicants and I just happened to be 40th out of the 50th. “Coming mommy,” they raced outside, filling themselves in the backseat of the car. Janet's text came in at the right time. I'm at the venue, where are you guys? It's about starting, participants are heading in. I texted her back. On our way, you know the way kids can be. “Sorry for the delay,”

Lady Selene The day was gradually coming to an end, and on several occasions, I'd come out and check on what everyone was doing. They were all engrossed in their tasks. My frail eyes caught the sight of someone at the far end of the wall, the lady who anchored the annual conference. Alexander's supposed wife. I tried to bring myself to not like her but I couldn't. Something was off about her, she is a very likable person. All you will want to do is just want to be around her always. I saw Bree through the window on the first floor, staring down at someone like she should murder them. I followed her line of sight and it fell right at where I expected. Bree would never learn, Alexander wouldn't see her the way she wanted. I grabbed the microphone and needed to halt the event for the day. “It's been a very busy day for us all. I, once again, want to thank each and everyone of you for participating and for the viewers, thank you for coming to support your loved ones,” a round of ap