Novel & Cerita The Book The Paris Wife

"But you also realize that you came to Paris and that the only thing you find better to do is to read books. " "But we went out last weekend! " "So what? You're going home in a couple of days, we have to mark the occasion and finish on a high note. " I finally get up and go to the bedroom, if I don't do what she wants, she will never leave me alone, I know her too well. I pick out a pair of jeans and a sweater and throw them on the bed and go take a bath. I came to Paris because I hadn't seen my childhood friend for ages. Amélie was my neighbor when we were little. Her mansion was very close to my parents' mansion.

Marianne asked, extending her hand to Lexus. Am I invisible here? I should’ve gone to Bangui Windmills first! “Not interested. I’m with my wife,” he replied coldly. My heart did a happy dance. Ericka laughed on the side while Marianne looked around, disoriented. “Where? I don’t see her—” Marianne froze when she turned to me. Lexus pulled me closer and embraced me. “She’s my wife,” he said, holding up our wedding rings. Marianne’s jaw dropped in disbelief. Tsk.

Beta Albert had been stripped of his position, which was supposed to be a handover ceremony, and the sudden deaths had gotten to her. ‘’If I want to survive, I will have to get someone ready for the risk,’’ Paris tells herself. She watched from the window as the servants went ahead with their daily activities. It was soon lunch time and as expected, Sarah came by with her lunch and just stood and watched her finish her meal. She cleaned and was about to leave when Paris asked for something she had not been expecting. ‘’Can I have a book on how to protect and build walls against a mate?’’ Sarah turned to face her but said nothing. She was surprised not by her request but by her choice.

Paris replied. "Yet," Tiffany added. "Paris, I've told you that you need to open your heart to love again. It is a beautiful feeling and we all want you to enjoy it for as long as you live." Paris smiled, "I don't know. I don't think there will be any such men in my life. As it stands, I have so much to do, running the company and all. I guess you can all say I am scarred due to the past. In any case, having you all as my family is something I would never trade. I am so happy my nephew found love and got married today."

*************************************** I opened my eyes slowly and found that we were still on the road, hours after I slept off. “We aren't there yet?” I asked, and then it hit me. “Where are we going?” I asked. “I'll answer both,” Brian replied, “Yes, we are now there,” “And hey, Welcome to Montreal, Cinderella,” he announced. ‘Great, the fourth city in six weeks of marriage to a domestic staff,’ ‘I did not envision my life in this direction, but I was not hating it so much,’ I thought, as we drove past the charming neighborhoods and festive spirit enveloping the atmosphere.

“Oh, hi Casandra..” I turned toward the source of the voice, and I felt my blood run cold. I saw a woman with long hair, a pale and delicate pretty face, sitting in a wheelchair. She was smiling sweetly, but I could clearly see the sharp glint in her eyes, filled with unspoken conflict. “Nice to meet you,” Isabella purred softly. “Didn’t expect you to already be Sebastian’s wife.”

Voice with direction and Purpose that belonged to no one but me. I went back to the window one last time and looked out over the city - all those lit windows, all those people inside them living their particular and specific lives, none of them aware of the woman standing at this window in this apartment feeling the exact weight of what it meant to be, finally and completely, herself. Then I went back to the desk, opened a fresh page, and typed two words. Chapter One. Not of the book, though maybe that too eventually. Of the life. Of the version of it that started here, in this room, in this quiet, with this voice.

The same restaurant Lucien once brought her to after their wedding. Back then, he rarely smiled. But sometimes, when he looked at her There had been warmth. Or maybe she only imagined it. The restaurant windows reflected the afternoon sunlight softly. Alina stepped forward Then stopped. Inside, near the window Lucien sat beside Seraphine. And Elowen. The three of them looked painfully perfect together. Like a real family. Elowen leaned happily against Seraphine’s shoulder while showing her the seashell bracelet. Lucien watched them quietly.

“Sign the papers, and we can part amicably.” I smirked at the clause stating I would walk away from the marriage with nothing. “Part amicably? So the last seven years of my life mean nothing?” Lifting her chin, Krystal said shamelessly, “Ray, you had nothing when you met me. I built my wealth from the ground up. “You enjoyed a life of luxury for seven years, and that’s more than enough. I can’t believe you’d eye my fortune. You make me sick with your greed!”

she said. Curious of what it is. I still insisted to hear her out. "While we were on our trip back from Paris. I accidentally found a book. And it is so interesting, not because of its story but because it sounded like someone's life." I remember a book like that and if I am not miataken, it could be the same book- the one she is talking about. "What is the title of it?" She was looking at the ceiling trying to remember it. "Something like it's in my hands. It was long time and I just remebered it now."