Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To Three, Wife To One: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

I was marrying Dominic Torres. Even though it was an arranged marriage, I was excited to see my high school crush become my husband. I'd gone through college and several years of dating, but had never quite gotten over my girlish infatuation with Dom. Then, he got married and my infatuation faded away though I still thought he was the hottest man to ever exist. When his wife died, I felt bad for him. By that time, I was coming to terms with never getting together with prince charming, until just week ago when the Torres came for dinner and brought up a contractual marriage proposal. Maybe three or four years ago, I would have balked at the idea of an arranged marriage, but after several failed relationship, an offer from the man that had been the subject of my girly fantasies since he shielded me from getting hit by a ball during recess in school, changed my mind. And now, I was waking dowm the aisle to be married to him.Dominic I stood at the altar, eager to be done w

Two days later, Dominic and I were sharing a quiet dinner. The large dinner table wasn't the only barrier separating us. Since that embarrassing night, we had barely said a complete sentence to each other. Dom spent his days and sometimes nights, working and I immersed myself in writing. This was our first dinner as a couple."I have a request." I said, breaking the silence that was only punctuated by the clink of our cutleries. Dom lifted his proud head only briefly. "Go ahead.""Can Gaius join us during dinnertime. It will be good to have someone to talk to." I said, bitingly.He shrugged casually. "If it's cool with him.""There's something else." When he said nothing, I continued. "I want to redo the interior decor of the house." He froze, then shook his head. "No.""Dom-" "I said no." He snarled. The muscle in his jaw tensed and released, then he dumped the serviette on his plate and shoved back the chair to leave. "You can either do that or store away her pictures and

Gaius Every stroke on my canvas was close to perfection. With my paintbrush, I replicated Violet's pose. She was lying on her stomach, her ass jutting forward in a doggystyle position. My focus was on her perfect heart shaped butt and the lips of her pussy. She had been like that for nearly a hour and now I was about to finish my masterpiece."Who was the guy you met last night, sister-in-law?""I told you. He's a new friend and nothing happened." "Then why are you so desperate to keep it from Dominic.""I just don't want him to know."I continued painting for a while, before asking. "Is my brother good to you?"She chuckled. "Let's just get this over with, Gaius. I don't want to chitchat."I was almost done now. Just a little finishing touch here and there. I wish I wouldn't have to blackmail her like this, but I had always wanted to draw someone other than strangers. The desire to satisfy my kink of drawing someone related to me had grown stronger since our first encounter at

Violet Dominic manged to ruin the evening I'd looked forward to before it even started. By the time we pulled into the curved driveway of his parents’ house, a warm, cream colorered mansion, I was stiff from silence and still nursing the sting of his earlier words. He hadn't apologized and the stubborn set of his jaw assured me he wouldn't. Inside the glamorous house, the scent of rosemary chicken and fresh-baked bread wrapped around us like a hug the moment the door opened. Valera, all soft curls and soft smiles, pulled me into a tight embrace that I didn’t know I needed."Violet, sweetheart," she said, stepping back to cradle my face briefly in her hands. "You’ve even become lovelier since the wedding. Come in. Dinner’s almost ready. It's Dominic's favourite."She hugged me once more when I presented her with a bottle of wine. Dom's father, Patrick offered a warm handshake and a gentle smile. Dominic nodded to his father in greeting and kissed his mother’s cheek. I was sho

DominicI opened the door and instead of Ava, Violet was in my face, a crushed look in her stormy eyes. I had wanted a place where I could fall apart in peace to mourn the fifth anniversary of Arla passing without the distraction of being with Violet, but she had found me again. "It's true," she said in a broken whisper, stepping in. "You weren't away for work. You just wanted to be away from me." "What are you doing here, Violet?""What are you doing here?" She fired back. Her eyes scanned the room and landed on Arla's framed picture on the table. I saw her throat bob as she struggled to swallow. "You didn’t travel. You just left. While I was home alone, you're here clinging to the remnant of a dead woman." Her said quietly, but they wrrelaced with hurt. I felt anger at myself for hurting her, but I also felt anger at her for trying to take Arla's place. Suddenly, I was tired. Tired of seeing my dead wife’s face every time I closed my eyes, and Violet's when I opened t