All Chapters of NIRELLE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

NIRELLEAfter seeing Lucien's reaction to me talking to Cassian in public, it is making me doubt his intentions. He did not seem that shocked to see me there, almost as if he was expecting to see me. Also, his not bringing up the fact that I was married and acting as if he did not makes me think he was purposely ignoring it. Even if he just flew in from Dubai, there was no way he wouldn't have seen the news; the news was all over this morning.I take out the tablet that I had gotten earlier and scroll through social media, and surely enough, enough articles are talking about my marriage to Lucien. I see some random ones about me and Cassian, but everyone seems to be walking on eggshells; they are all implying something, but no one is coming out to fully confess what they think is happening.I sigh as I drop myself into bed and place the iPad beside me. With Lucien's reaction, I can only wonder if he is going to sulk for a long time. I do not have anywhere else to go, and I do not have

NIRELLEThe feeling against my skin is not what I expect it to be; the bar stools were not as soft and comfortable as these are. My mouth feels parched, too parched for that matter. I chew whatever is left in them and scratch the side of my neck until I feel a certain wave of relief wash over me. I stretch my body over until my hands hit the headboard, and my eyes flutter a little as I look around the room."How did I get here?" I murmur with a yawn as I sit in bed and look around. My eyes fall on a structure by my side, and fear grips my body. My mind is telling me that I am not alone in the room, but my eyes refuse to believe what I have just seen.I rub viciously against my eyes as if it is supposed to change the outcome somehow. I look again and stare at the figure sleeping so peacefully in my bed. If I were not in a state of frenzy, I would have thought to look at how cute he was when asleep and watch the rising and falling of his chest.I poke his shoulders, and he reacts by tur

NIRELLEI knew it was no use trying to figure out what I had done to Lucien last night that was so evil, so I just ignored it and decided to carry on with my day. I was yet to decide if drinking alcohol was something I was going to do again, but my list still had plenty of things on it that I was yet to do as well, so maybe I'll put off drinking until there is no option but to do it again.I look down at my phone and notice it is almost time for lunch. Lucien had graciously allowed me to skip breakfast because of how hungover I was; I doubt he would let me skip lunch and dinner. I sit by the mirror and begin to use the powder brush to dust my face, as I had seen the staff do the other day.Why was I suddenly interested and concerned about what I look like? There was a time in my life when I wanted to look even a tiny bit like a monster so that Enoch and Cory would no longer look my way, but then I soon learnt that they were not attracted to my beauty; they were just monsters, terrible

NIRELLEThe first movie is cut short by an urgent call. I look at him as he stands up and walks to the far corner of the room to take the call. I try to act as if sitting alone was not crippling me with fear. He comes back a bit later with a sorry expression on his face."You can keep watching it; I have to leave for something important," he says, sounding vague, but he does not owe me an explanation on what he does with his time, so I nod, trying to understand. "You can stay here and watch the movie still," he adds, and I shake my head, stumbling to my feet almost immediately.I know I was acting weird, but there was no way I was going to stay down here alone. Who knows what could happen if I did? I was not willing to take the risk at all. "We can pick up another tome," I say.I am enjoying the movie, but being down here makes me think that somehow I am going to return to the past and see that all of this was a dream, and I was still stuck in the basement of the Thamore mansion."Are

LUCIEN"Don't you think you are being too mean to her?"I scoff and turn to Theo, who pushes a fork into his mouth and begins to chew so loudly without turning his face away from me. He knows how passionate I am about etiquette, especially at the table. "You think this is my fault?""Whose fault is it then? Mine?" Theo asked with a head tilt. "I was not the one she called a jerk," he said and then pushed another forkful into his mouth, chewing loudly.I want to ignore him, but I know he would keep talking about it until dinner was over. "Wait, I believe the word she used is 'difficult jerk,'" he adds and then lets out a loud laugh. "You've been living together for only four days, and you've managed to show her how much of a jerk you are. Women are different, and that means you need to handle them differently.""I am not a jerk, and you know it," I respond, feeling my jaws square tightly."I don't know, Nirelle seems pretty solid at knowing when someone is being a jerk." I drop my cutl