All Chapters of Married To Mr. Naccissist: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Selene's POVMy pleadings had fallen on deaf ears.Mr Harold needed a woman for his son, and I was the perfect candidate. How could Father think selling me like this would fix everything? Did he not see me as his daughter or just a pawn to secure a deal?After a week and one day, I stood at the altar wearing a white dress I hadn't picked myself.Tom Harold stood across from me, a grim expression on his face. He looked like a man who never took risks-a man who carefully calculated and planned the next day's events.We had only met a few days ago for dinner between our families. We sat around the table, and when Father introduced me to him as the daughter he was to wed, he only nodded and continued with his meal.I knew I was in for a long run. We would grow to love each other. That is what I had told myself.But now, as we exchanged our vows before the congregation, I wasn't so sure."Will you take Tom Harold as your lovely wedded husband, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health

Selene’s POVI stood up first, my body trembling as we walked in. The doctor looked at his note. “Have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the chairs in front of his desk. “Well, doctor, we trust in your expertise and hope you have good news for us,” Tom said. I clutched my bag, hugging it closer to my chest. “Well, there is good news and bad news. Which should come first?” the doctor said. I glanced at Tom and took in a deep breath. Tom leaned back in his seat. “I think we should hear the bad news first.” “Well,” the doctor said, clasping his hands together and looking over the rim of his glasses. “The bad news is, it seems that Selene’s ovaries are no longer producing healthy eggs.” I froze. Tom's brows furrowed, and he leaned forward. “Wha…what do you mean, doctor?” I stammered. “Your eggs are not being fertilised, ma'am.” Tom glanced at me and back at the doctor. “We have a daughter. She’s five,” he said. The Doctor sighed. “Well, thin

Amira’s birthday party. I stood at the far end of the hall, glancing at Tom. Lisa stood beside him. She threw her head back, running her palm over his arm, laughing at something Tom's business associate said. My fingers tightened around the glass of wine in my hand. The nerve of him to invite his mistress over for our child's sixth birthday party. “Mum, my friends said they love my party.” I turned around. My heart melted at the sight of Amira wearing a cute tiara and the cutest pink dress, all flushed from excitement. I crouched and kissed her forehead. “I love you too, my cutie pootidu.” “Muah,” she mouthed. I took her hand and walked towards Sophie's direction. She was seated at the table talking to Amira’s hot pianist. Smiling like a damn Cheshire cat. “Could you help me watch Amira for a second, please?” I asked. “I need to use the restroom.” She opened her arms, a wide smile on her lips. “Come here, birthday princess.” Amira released my grip and jumped

The morning came with a hollow feeling in my chest. Everything seemed to slow.I had barely slept through the night; Rowland's appearance had shaken me more than I could imagine. With it came memories I had managed to bury so deeply five years ago. Things I never wanted to remember.His messages kept popping up on my phone.“Can we see Selene?”“We really need to talk.”I sat alone in the dark, my fingers trembling, unable to respond.I had gotten up even before my alarm went off and began to clean.Tom slept soundly in the room opposite mine.I got Amira dressed quickly in a daze and sent her off to school.Tom sat on the dining table while he drank his morning coffee.I wiped at the kitchen counter aimlessly; my mind wandered.I couldn't let Rowland get any closer. He could expose everything. Tom must never find out who Rowland is.“I don't like seeing you with other men, Selene.”I froze. The light from the window shone on my wedding ring on my finger, making it glisten.I turned a