All Chapters of 365 Days with Him : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2One Night of Pure RomanceMary PovNOTE: This chapter has intense sex secne, only for those above 18+ We kept on kissing, feeling the warmth of each other's lips and bodies close with space in between them. “Should we take this to the next level”, he asked his voice deep as his blue eyes locked in mine. I couldn't answer, my body was on fire. I was too lost in the fire that I could only nod in response to what he said. “Who are you?” I managed to say while trying to catch my breathe. “Call me Andrew” he muttered as he kissed the base of my neck. “You’re beautiful,and yVbour beauty reminds of a Greek goddess” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.A tinge of pleasure coursed through me which made me shiver. “You don’t even know me.”“I know enough.”Without warning, Andrew pulled me closer as he carried me into a room, at this point I don't even know why I was. The alcohol had taken all atom of consciousness I had, I was purely moving on instincts and my bo

Chapter 4Bound by ArroganceMary’s POVThe air in the room was suffocatingly cold, thick with tension. Andrew sat across from me, that infuriating smirk etched across his face, his eyes glowing with a mix of arrogance and satisfaction. I had never wanted to wipe a grin off someone’s face more than I did right now.I exhaled slowly, my hands clenched under the table as I tried to steady my racing pulse. How was it possible that the man I had spent one reckless, intoxicating night with, the man who had ignited a fire in me that I was too afraid to admit to was now the very person controlling my father’s business legacy?The world felt like it was spinning out of control. This was not happening.I leaned back, trying to appear composed, though the shock was beginning to settle like a weight on my chest. “I can’t believe this,” I muttered under my breath, barely able to suppress the anger and confusion surging through me. My voice faltered as I met Andrew’s gaze.“Surprised?” Andrew’s vo

Chapter 6The Devil’s DenMary’s POVTonight wasn’t just a dinner, it was a test.The moment I stepped into the De La Cruz world, I knew I wasn’t walking into a simple introduction. I was stepping into a war zone, and I had to be prepared.My hands trembled slightly as I adjusted my dress, but I forced myself to stay calm. They can smell fear. And I refused to show weakness."Oh my God! You are so lucky to be marrying Andrew!" Stella squealed beside me, practically bouncing as she helped me get dressed.I shot her a sharp glare through the mirror. "Lucky?" I scoffed. "I’m being sold off like a bargaining chip to a self-entitled demon."She rolled her eyes, undeterred. "Ssshh! The walls have ears." Then she sighed dreamily. "Besides, that self-entitled demon happens to be my dream man."I turned to her, disgusted. "I have no idea what you see in him.""If I could switch places with you, I would," she gushed. "Andrew De La Cruz is the definition of power.""Then by all means, take my p

Chapter 8Caged in GoldMary’s POVI woke up to the scent of expensive cologne and fresh linen. For a moment, I forgot where I was. The soft sheets, the high ceiling, the silk curtains swaying with the morning breeze, it was a setting fit for royalty. But the second I turned my head and saw the tall, floor-to-ceiling windows locked from the outside, reality hit me like a brick.I wasn’t in my apartment.I was in the De La Cruz mansion.And I was trapped.Sitting up, I brushed my fingers through my hair, my mind sluggish from exhaustion. The events of last night replayed in my head, the tense dinner, the cold stares, the unspoken threats. Isabella’s voice echoed in my mind:"Marriage is war. And in this family, the weak do not survive."I swallowed hard.I wasn’t weak.I wouldn’t be.Pushing off the heavy blankets, I got out of bed. The moment my feet touched the polished marble floor, I felt the weight of my situation settle on my shoulders. This wasn’t just a temporary arrangement an

Chapter 10Obsession & OpportunityElijah’s POV---It had been three days since the De La Cruz gala, and yet, I couldn't get her out of my head, I couldn't stop thinking about her. Mary.The way she smiled, smellee, that mischievousness in her eyes. The woman who was supposedly Andrew’s, the one he paraded around like a prized possession. The moment I saw her, I knew she was different from other girls, She had fire in her, a fire couldn't be tamed just easily. A kind of defiance that didn’t belong in a world where women like her were expected to be submissive, obedient. Yet, she pushed back. She teased, she played, she flirted and when I looked into her eyes that night, I saw something else, something Andrew was too arrogant to notice.She was not his. Not really.Not yet. And that made her all the more intriguing.I leaned back in my leather chair, swirling the whiskey in my glass, my mind still consumed by the memory of her. The way she smirked, the way she challenged me at t