I was dolled up like this… that day… that awful day six years ago when my scandal broke.
I could still picture my younger self, stepping forward to accept my award as the world’s best model.
It was the awards night; everyone had received their trophies, and I was the last one called to the stage. I could see myself reaching for the award—just as the recording started playing.
The recording played, and I heard my sister’s voice, pleading for help, saying people were going to hurt her.
But the shock came when I heard my supposed reply on the recording.
“Some things are more important than family… I’ve got an award to win!”
That was my reply. Or so they claimed.
The irony? I never received any such message, and I never replied. My voice had been forged—someone had gone to great lengths to ruin me just as I reached the peak of my career.
I’d run off the stage as insults, fruit, and drinks were hurled at me.
The truth? My sister had gone missing, and despite all my efforts to find her, she was still lost.
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I shook my head, pulling myself out of that awful memory as I took off my jewelry.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Arrow stepped out, looking even more irresistible with his damp skin glistening. His curls fell over his face, and his lips looked soft and tempting.
I forced my gaze away to avoid more embarrassment, but as I turned, my eyes landed on his V-line exposed by the low tie of his towel.
Quickly, I looked back at the mirror, focusing on removing the last of my jewelry, my earrings.
I sighed, wondering how I could ask him to help me out of this dress. That would mean letting him see me half-naked.
No, no... not happening. But then again, he had seen me like that before… so what was the big deal?
It’s been six years, my mind reminded me, and I took a deep breath.
Still, I needed to get out of this gown.
Summoning my courage, I turned to face him. “I need to get out of this gown,” I said, and only then did I realize he hadn’t moved an inch since I’d last glanced his way. His hair was still damp, and the towel was still tied low.
“You’re still here?” I asked, surprised. But he didn’t respond. Instead, he walked right up to me, and I blinked, wondering what was going on in that crazed head of his.
Suddenly, I felt his wet palm on my bare shoulder and gasped, only to frown when he pushed me aside.
“You were in my way,” he said flatly. I felt a strong urge to grab him by the neck and pin him to the wall!
“Seriously... you’re a piece of shît,” I scoffed.
Forget his help—I’d get out of this dress myself, somehow.
My eyes caught a glint of silver on the bedside table, and I felt a surge of relief. Why hadn’t I thought of this earlier?
I walked over and picked up the object—a pair of scissors. I placed them at my side and carefully cut through the fabric until the entire gown fell to the floor.
I sighed as fresh air rushed against my skin, but then froze when I felt a burning sensation on my back. His gaze. How could I have forgotten he was still in the room?
Without looking back, I ran straight to the bathroom and shut the door behind me.
“Ahhh!” I exhaled. Gawd, that was intense.
I slipped off my underwear, leaving myself bare, and walked to the tub.
I was about to step into the bathroom when my foot slipped on the soapy floor, and I felt myself falling.
“Arghhhh!” I let out an ear-splitting scream.
Almost immediately, the bathroom door burst open.
“No! Stay back! Don’t look!” I yelled at Arrow as he approached. Desperately, I tried to cover my naked breasts, but he wasn’t paying attention. Instead, he crouched beside me.
“You’re not the first woman I’ve seen naked, and this isn’t the first time I’ve seen you naked either,” he said in his hoarse voice, his calm tone irritating me further. He reached for my foot to inspect my bruised knees.
I winced, feeling his intense gaze. His eyes flicked up to mine skeptically, and I swallowed hard.
“You’re too clumsy,” he said before effortlessly lifting me like I weighed nothing.
My cheeks flushed a deep pink, and I could feel the heat creeping to my face as he carried me to the bed and gently placed me down. His eyes swept over my knees as he inspected the injury.
I realized, with growing embarrassment, that I was completely bare and slightly damp from the fall on the wet floor. Arrow was now wearing trousers, but his upper body remained bare, his toned chest distracting me.
The memory of my breasts pressing against his chest made my body tingle, and I bit my lower lip, suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed I was. My genitals were fully bare, and he was right in front of me.
“Ouch!” I whimpered, closing my eyes as the sting of the healing balm he applied hit my knees.
When I opened my eyes, I noticed he had stopped moving. His hand was still gripping my leg, but his gaze had frozen—focused on one spot.
“What’s wrong?” I asked nervously, following his line of sight. My breath hitched as I realized where he was staring.
“Pervert! Stop looking!” I yelled, hurriedly covering my breasts. Slowly, he lifted his head, and the dark intensity in his eyes deepened.
That look—it was so familiar.
It was the same look he’d had six years ago. The night I had run from the stage and ended up at the hotel. The night I mistakenly entered his room, intending to drown my sorrows with a drink, only for everything to spiral.
It was the same look he had when he carried me to the bed and removed my clothes.
The same look.
“Why should I?” he asked, his voice low and teasing as he released my leg.
Panic surged through me as I scrambled up the bed, but that only seemed to provoke him. In an instant, he climbed after me, pinning me down. He hovered over me, his presence overwhelming as I lay unsettled on my back.
His next words left me breathless, my eyes wide, and my heart pounding in my chest.
“Shouldn’t you be performing your wifely duties now… dear wife?” he whispered, his hoarse, deep voice sending shivers down my spine. His warm, minty breath brushed against my face, leaving my body trembling beneath him.
His words hit me like hot liquid pouring into my ears, the rough edge to his tone making my already racing heart beat even faster. The look in his eyes left no doubt—he meant every word.Wifely duties...Wifely duties...F***. Every wife knew what that meant, and there was no way I could pretend otherwise.My throat felt dry as I tried to respond, but, honestly, I was grateful for the excuse. I had no idea what to say.The close intimate position we were in made my legs wobbly and weak and the soft brushes of his clothed groin on my V area , left my breath hooking at the peak of it's relaxation, coming out in a disorderly fashion.Pl… please…” my voice barely came out as a whisper, and I felt him rise slightly from my body.“You’re my wife. You may be here by contract, but you belong to me. And understand this—I don’t share what’s mine. Don’t even think I’d take advantage of you. I’m not that cruel,” he said before finally standing up and leaving the room.As soon as he was gone, I to
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JEMIMA’S POV Arrow's voice spoke with a layer of worry, turning into me to overview the surface of my face for any signs of distress. His searching view traveled over my lips, my cheeks, my eyes, inquiring about what might be upsetting me. "What is it, Jemima? What's the problem?" he asked, brow furrowed in concern, words nearly a whisper. I chuckled and with a sly playful smile on my lips, shook my head. "Nothing, Arrow," I said, speaking almost inaudibly, a slight teasing intonation underlying every word. Arrow's narrowed eyes bore down into me as though seeking the whole truth, racing with possibilities in his head. He turned his face towards the wall, all muscles inside rigid with expectancy, body language practically jumping to compete in a tension created by a fight against my charms. "Yes, I am, my love," my voice had a low seductive growl holding words like heavy gumdrops of longing, "I'm sick, and then the doctor said I need you as my medication." Arrow drew a little
JEMIMA’S POV I was gradually coming back from slumber, blinking open my eyes with a cursory glance next to me for a familiar visage. To my dismay, however, Visha was untraceable. The expanse of the bed seemed louder in her absence, unnerving me. With fingers automatically clutching my phone, I just swiped to the notifications tab. There it was: the message that eclipsed everything. The message on the screen seemed to shout at me: "Do whatever it takes to bring Kalmia down."I remained transfixed by the message, grasping its import, and a slow smile crept onto my lips. Waves of ecstasy washed over me—my whole being swelled with purpose, and I let out a primal scream akin to that of a lottery winner. I was announcing to the entire world about my newfound resolution. Now, in my mind's eye, lay the plot-a plan to destroy the Kalmia family, to see them humbled from the altars of power. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but for me, it was justified; they were finally to be made to pay. "When
JEMIMA’S POV "Nincompoops," I hung the call saying, just above a simmering degree, my anger and frustration below the surface. "I'll be your frustrating Kalmia," I mumbled, low and ominous, "I can make your life a living hell." The venom flowed from my agitated heart, akin to the poisonous emotions simmering deep inside me. The voices became louder, swelling my heart with rage, thumping against my temples, and rising to the surface in anger. With phone in hand, I designed to scroll through the contacts to find someone to confide in regarding this matter. I needed a shoulder to lean on. I scrolled down the names until it lit on one- Visha- and dialed her number. The ringing did not last long, however, because there was no pickup, so I felt disappointed and worried. What if she was busy? What if she did not want to talk to me? My room looked normal but strange. Everything was serious, but the sound of my breaths was heard clearly. Then I called again and kept drumming my fingers on t
KALMIA’S POV "She's so rude, my love," I said to him, still trying to comprehend the encounter with Jemima. "I am still shocked by her behavior." I couldn't put it behind me: the way she had spoken to me was as if the words were still clinging to my consciousness like aftertaste. Arrow had a suggestion.He searched my face for signs of distress, eyes colored with undercurrents of sympathy. Gentle and soft-spoken, he said: "I think we should please call her." "I am so sorry, my love," I said, shaking my head. "I cannot talk to her. I am just too hurt by the way she spoke." The memory of her words, stupidly put, stung like a thousand angry bees. I couldn't bear to clench my teeth at her." "My love, perhaps she was out of her mind," said Arrow, trying to calm me. His voice, healer-like in its sweetness, only enhanced my anger and hurt. "No, no, my love," I replied. "I cannot." I did not want to say more; I wanted to dismiss the whole incident from my thoughts. The image of how Jemita
KALMIA’S POV The shine in her eyes was something that I had never in all these days observed; it was a chilly impersonation of nobility, razor-tipped in its subtlety, just like the voice that turned on me. It was almost like she materialized from under some boundaries around fair; Jemima possessed a brusque and undeniable self that she wore only but occasionally. Stepping in closer, I reached out in concern, asking in a gentle, soft tone, "What did get changed?" I had been somewhat genuinely confused, considering so many reasons why something so terrible could have brought in so much change. Jemima had been my friend, my confidante, the one who selflessly took care of Dawn, my darling daughter, for months. But now, I looked into her eyes, and I was staring at that stranger raging and fuming in great resent. The hurtful bites of her words struck like a vicious rebuke cutting through me, "Please spare me your care." I felt the cutting of hurt and betrayal in my heart as I asked, "I
JEMIMA’S POV As I opened the door, the first vision that greeted me was loveliness itself — and my heart did a flip. Kalmia stood before me, clothed in a ravishing red gown that perfectly struck all the right curves. The light played off her white shoes, while her hair fell in a beautiful vibe down to her face. I was itching to cross over then and talk with her, but my head was filled with the words of Visha, chanting for me like a mantra. At once, those venomous, malicious words turned my mood sour and filled me with a nasty, festering hatred for the very woman standing in front of me. I could feel my expression twist into a grimace as I narrowed my glare upon Kalmia in contempt. Well, Mrs. Shawty, who seemingly was oblivious to the unsteadiness now hanging in the air, motioned to the chair beside her that was facing away from me, pausing to say, "Have a seat, please," her voice taking on an almost syrupy warmth and charm. The mixture of surprise and recognition returned to