Angel's POV:
"Come on Dad Please, you can't be serious," I said quietly.
"I'm sorry Angel but the family business is going down and your sister is already married to Enzo, we can't make her marriage Ace." My Dad said with a scold.
"So what?, All you do now is sell your children off for money?" I asked him.
"You did the same thing to Anna, now me," I said while shaking my head.
Father stared at me for a moment before looking away.
"Just get ready, he's going to be coming here soon." That was all he said.
Shaking my head, I stood up and walked towards the door before saying;
"You are the reason Mom left not us, stop putting your anger on us," I mumbled banging the door right behind me.
I stepped outside, feeling the weight of my father's decisions pressing on me. The cool breeze offered little comfort as I contemplated the impending arrangement.
My mother's departure lingered in the air, a reminder of the broken family I was now a part of.
I couldn't let my life be dictated by a crumbling family business. Determination set in, and I vowed to resist the path my father had chosen for me.
Facing the uncertain future, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the arrival of this mysterious Ace, wondering if I could find a way to break free from the shackles of a predetermined destiny.
Shaking my head, I walked back inside, walking straight to my Room.
I had no idea what to do next.
I couldn't call my sister because her husband hates people calling her.
Toxic relationship I'll say. And that was something I have avoided for so long until now.
A breath left my lips as I looked around my room. I had no idea what to wear, I couldn't leave because that would make father angry.
Shaking my head I walked toward my closet.
Looking at the different outfits, I decided to pick the white dress mom brought for me on my birthday. With a smile, I walked toward my bathroom to have my bath.
The warm water cascaded over me, a temporary escape from the impending reality. As I dried off and dressed in the white dress, memories of happier times with my mom flooded my mind. The dress, a gift from her, held a bittersweet significance.
I glanced at myself in the mirror, trying to find strength within. The reflection showed a mixture of defiance and vulnerability in my eyes.
Heading downstairs, I braced myself for the arrival of Ace. The family dynamics were unraveling, and I felt a surge of determination to forge my path, untethered from my father's misguided decisions.
As I descended the staircase, thoughts of resistance and self-discovery echoed in my mind. The white dress, once a symbol of joy, now became my armor against the unwanted fate imposed on me.
I took a deep breath, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
"Ah, Angel you are finally here," Father announced standing up from his chair. He grabbed by my hand and turned me around.
"What took you so long, do you know how pissed he is now," Father whispered but I said nothing.
"Sorry," I mumbled, trying to steal a glance at the unbothered man behind us.
He looked to be about 7ft with black hair and grey eyes, his body built. A dragon tattoo on his neck.
"Great another bad boy." I thought before rolling my eyes.
"Ace, this is my daughter, Angel," father said to the large man.
But all Ace did was stare.
He didn't say anything or move just stared at me like I was some freak.
"I thought you had two daughters?" He asked father.
His voice was thick with an accent I couldn't get.
"Yes, my other daughter is married," Father said softly.
I shook my head slowly, feeling disappointed in my father.
"Is there any problem Mr Ace?" Father asked.
"She looks like a trouble type of woman," Ace said.
All this while his eyes were still connected to me. 'I guess he does have a brain,' I thought with a chuckle.
Father gave me a naughty side eye but I smiled like nothing happened.
"Forgive me, sir, Angel is just really not In a good mood at the moment," Dad mumbled looking at me.
"I see, well I'll come back tomorrow and talk more to her when she's less angry," Ace said.
"I'll take my leave." He said giving me one last look.
Slowly I watched him walk toward our house entrance, then closed the door right behind him.
"WHAT TF WAS THAT ANGEL!" Father screamed making me hiss.
"I didn't do anything, he was the one that left father, I didn't do or say anything," I replied trying to smile at him.
Father let out a groan.
"Call your sister and let her talk some sense into that stupid head of yours," Father said walking upstairs.
I looked at him as he walked before looking back at the door Ace had walked out from.
So this is it? This is how I'm going to get married to someone I don't know.
Shaking my head, I walked back to my room. I needed to talk to someone about this.
When I entered my room, a breath left my lips, I guess I dressed up for nothing.
"And Lord, does he have to come tomorrow," I said with a groan.
Grabbing my phone from the bed, I called my sister Anna. After a few rings the call went straight to voicemail.
Shaking my head, I already knew who did that.
Laying down on the bed with a sigh, I had no idea what to do next. One thing I hated about myself was my lack of friends. It's like I can't remember the last time I tried to socialize.
"Meh, I need sleep," I said with a yawn. With that, I let my eyes close on their own.
Funny day today, a crazy day tomorrow.
"Just have to wait for tomorrow then, "I said quietly before letting myself fall asleep.
Angel's POV:"YOU WILL FUCKING MARRY HIM ANGEL." My father screamed.Ace was finally here and he wanted to take me out on a date, so we could get to know each other more.But I don't want that, I don't want this at all."Please Dad, I could work to provide money for us, I don't need all this," I begged him for the 11th time.He let out a chuckle, but it sounded so evil."We both know you can't do that, you girls are just like your mother, no sense," He mumbled. I looked away from him feeling sad.He knows that my mother's health and life are something I don't talk about."I'll go get dressed," I whispered walking toward my room."You only have 8 minutes!" He barked at me.But I was too sad to pay attention. When I arrived at my room, a sob left my lips.How could a father be this wicked to his daughter?It's not my fault, it's not my fault that mother wasn't serious about her studies.Shaking my head, I quickly cleaned my face, then walked toward my bathroom.I quickly splash water o
Angel's POV:Today I'm getting married, I don't know if I should be happy or sad about all this.Everything felt too fast, and I didn't know what to do. Ace did ask me about it. He asked if I was ready for the marriage and I told him yes because I was scared of what would happen if my father found out.Looking at the mirror, I couldn't help but admire myself, I looked different, more pretty and cute.My makeup was well done and not to forget about my dress. It hugged my body perfectly, and even though I have small boobs and a small ass, everything came out good."Mrs Kingston, your father is here," A bodyguard said before walking away, before I could say anything.I let out a breath before looking back at the mirror.My father walked into the room, his eyes roaming around before landing on me."For once in your life, you look beautiful," he said with a mocking laugh.But again I said nothing."This is a really big deal for me, Angel. Please behave, because after this little wedding of
Angel's POV:When we arrived at our new home, Ace headed straight to the stairs, while I stood at the door, watching him leave.Letting out a breath, I picked up my dress before taking steps into my new house.The house was too big for only two people to live in, but I guess I could get used to it."Angel" Ace called out to me. I looked up to see him standing on a step, waiting for me.Walking slowly, I made sure not to step on my dress, so it wouldn't get bad."Come on, I'm really tired." He said bringing his hand out for me to hold.'I guess his not angry.' I thought, then placed my arms gently on his.He smiled at me before walking away with me following his footsteps.He opened the door and walked in. My mouth dropped at how beautiful and well-designed it looked."Do you like it?" I heard Ace ask quietly, while I nodded my head."You know, you can talk right, I told you I'm not going to give you rules, you're my little wife now." He said softly, his arms on my shoulders.I let out
Angel's POV:It's been a week since my husband traveled. Not gonna lie it was boring.I kept doing the same things over and over again. I wanted to go outside and see what it looked like around this place.But then I remembered that he told me not to leave the house.So all I do is clean, eat, watch movies, read, swim, and sleep.Over and over.But today is different because my husband has come back.I had no idea if I should be happy or sad, because the first thing he did when he arrived was walk straight to his room.The sound of the door banging echoed through the house. I let out a breath before walking into the kitchen, maybe if I make dinner for him, that will make him happy.I thought as I walked.My eyes moved around the kitchen, grabbing the pot and cooking tools."What are you doing?" A deep voice asked making me raise my head.My husband stood there, a frown on his lips."Uhm, I wanted to make a meal for you," I whispered looking down at the food."No, go get dressed, my fa
Angel’s POVWe arrived at the door. Ace had been holding my hand the entire time as he walked in front of me. He halted abruptly and pivoted to face me."I'm not being too hard on you, My Little Wife?" "What the hell?" I pondered in my mind. Did you not see that he was a piece?“No, I assure you!” Lying, I felt tears well up in my eyes and glanced down. "Well," he murmured. “Everyone is excited to sit with you, so let's get inside now. Just keep in mind what I said, though.”He bent down to plant a kiss on my forehead. I felt shivers down my spine from his warm lips. I straightened my dress, which had risen while I was moving. We made our way through the quiet hallway to the dining hall.His family has good genes, I have to admit, as well as excellent fashion sense. I felt too casual around them."Hi, Ace!" His dad gestured towards us with a wine glass. I mean, I was essentially standing there like a pole as everyone greeted him. At last, they recalled my presence. His father gav
Anna’s POVAfter that dramatic supper, my husband Josiah and I sat side by side in the car. I sat quietly while he drove us back home. My phone beeped. Reluctantly, I reached into my handbag in the back seat to retrieve it."No!" I yelled, startling him in the process. He asked what had happened, abruptly stopping the car. I quietly placed the phone on his face. Just one week after marrying his youngest daughter off to a man she doesn't love, my father ran away to my aunt's house in Buffalo this morning. He had the opportunity to reflect on his previous life decisions while he was there, and it appeared that there was no way out. So, he committed suicide and begged for Angel not to be informed. ''How could he stoop so low? What kind of guilt is he fighting to the grave when he doesn't even want his own daughter to attend his funeral? And can I keep this hidden from my own sister?" I thought out loud."You can, and you will!" Josiah said, confiscating my phone.—---------------------
Angel’s POVI was startled out of my light sleep by my phone beeping and vibrating. I reached over to grab it from the bedside. It was an unknown number, I raised an eyebrow to wonder who it might be. I opened the phone, read the text, and smiled—it was Ace's weird sister, asking to hang out. She seemed like a lovely girl, and she even supported me when my husband was being rude to me. The only thing that worried me was that I've never had friends, so I'm not sure I'm good with people. Plus, she doesn't look like the judgemental type, so I text her back to express my interest.I thought about how I was going to handle the day as I took a long shower.Even though I defied Ace and made history last night, I doubt I'll get another chance. In my heart, I want to show him that I'm a unique individual and that he should respect me, but I'm also afraid of what could happen. Apart from his short fuse, which I have no idea what can come out of, all I know about him is his name and age!I was
Angel’s POV(At the restaurant)“Thanks for asking me out, Sarah. It feels good to know someone from the family actually gives a damn about me,” I mumbled.“It's alright love, we have to choose between losing our minds and looking out for ourselves for as long as we're in that family.” Sarah chuckled as she said.The past two hours we’d been talking about our childhoods, books, films and art. She asked me to check my passport so we could visit Switzerland together in summer. I'm excited about it! Then I remembered Ace hasn't said anything about our honeymoon, but how could he if he doesn't even look at me?Just then his brother showed up. The one who was ogling at me last night at family dinner. Sarah sighed heavily and did a toast in the air like she did at dinner. I'm guessing she does it when she knows something is about to go down. “Hello ladies!” He mumbled. His voice hadn't lost its sinister touch to it. “Heyyyy brother!” Sarah responded sarcastically, stealing a quick glanc
Six Months Later Ace’s POV “Be careful!” Angel demanded in a moan. Her hands were wrapped around my shoulders traversing under my armpits as she breathed in hot air into my ear. Her legs formed a pointy fountain under the sheets running through my waist, wrapped tightly around my thighs, making my thrusting work closer and easier. “Relax, I won't hurt the baby.” I whispered a warm assurance into her ear while my fingers rubbed her head tenderly. After the holy work was done, I helped her get ready for our doctor’s appointment. Trust me when I say it wasn't the easiest work of all. She changed into ten different outfits, cried when clothes didn't fit and wailed about how ugly she felt. Every two minutes she asked me if I still found her sexy, or I would dump her for a skinnier girl who had no baby multiplying the fat in her body. I had to assure her that I just made steamy love to her. Not only that, but I held her and kissed her neck while she came. “You're sexier when
Angel’s POVFollowing a great morning glory with my husband, he invited me to sit with him at breakfast. Dr Warner or whoever her name was, didn't seem to have that much of a problem. Although, there was one insect hovering over Ace throughout. I didn't get her name, and frankly I didn't even care. My mind was on something else. Once breakfast was done, Ace and I sat in the car. “Angel,” he cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. “I’ve been meaning to call Jeremy.”I frowned. “What?! Why?” He shook his head lightly, and tutted. “I really don't know. But I feel like he could be in need of a second chance too.” He glared at me, my cheeks became heavy with a blush. “I’m learning from you.” He added, his eyes anticipating a response from me. I shrugged my shoulders, my eyes not knowing where to land. “Okay! I mean…go for it!” “Yeah!” He whispered, before awkward silence reigned between us. “Say it!” “I can see there is something you want to say.” I advised, a smile hiding be
Ace’s POV“Angel!” I whispered, my heart pounding. She burst into a loud cackle. “Oh My God! Your expression is killing me.” She clapped as she laughed at my face. “Hi babe!”I sighed heavily, my palm on my chest as though I was massaging my heart. “You scared me.” She arched her eyebrows. “Really? The George Brooks can get scared?” She scoffed, helping me up. “Are you sure you are okay? I can take you to the nearest hospital.”“Yeah! Remember I am staying at a clinic now.” I added, following her lead to the car. She buckled and we took off. “So tell me, since when do you run?” She posed, her arms stirring the steering wheel flawlessly. I watched in awe. “I wanted to ask you yesterday, since when do you drive?” She smiled. “You're not answering the question, George.” She added, her gaze avoiding mine. “Okay, fine. How do you think I built all these muscles? I'm very physically active on a normal day.” I clarified, my eyes not leaving her cheek. My mind and my heart were at wa
Ace’s POVThe new dawn set, and my alarm went off. I reached out my hand to turn it off, and when all was silent, I lay on my back, my hands spread away from my body. It was only when I opened my eyes that it clicked to me that I was not home. I blew raspberries at the discomfort it brought me to be here, but then remembered my Angel would be coming to see me today. The anticipation was killing me. Quickly, I reached for my phone and sent her a sweet text, but she wasn't online. I waited for a little while hoping to get a blue tick, but in vain. Disappointed, I dragged myself out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom, holding onto walls for dear life. “It's not even 7am yet, silly. She must be snoring.” I convinced my reflection in the mirror.After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I headed back and made my bed. Then, I changed into a grey workout outfit, grabbed a water bottle and headphones, and walked towards the door. Upon opening my door, I was startled by a female figure
Ace’s POV I felt a hand touch my shoulder,and I was startled. My neck tilted around and my face came face to face with Miranda. She sucked her lips, creating a friendly expression, as she held out her tiny hands,doing a little wave at me. I could see the top of her head, examining every little detail of her messy bun. I forced a smile. “Hey, Miranda.” I spoke between my teeth. “Yeah, George.” She responded and went silent, her eyes glued to the corridor floor we were standing on. Bypassers stole sneaky glances at us one after the other, but I turned a blind eye. “Can I help you, Miranda?” I pondered, her silence getting to me. She sighed. “I was wondering if we could hang out?” “For the assignment? It wants us to get acquainted with one another.” She elucidated following my silent response to her wondering. “Oh, yeah sure. See you tomorrow, or whenever you want to hang out.” “I have a scheduled call with my wife, sorry I'm running after time.” I grumbled and turned my ba
Ace’s POV I sat there, in a room full of drug addicts and people who twirled their fingers in anxiety. All their focus was on me. I guess I was more famous than I thought. For some fucking reason I kept thinking I was better than them. But a stubborn and straight-forward voice inside my head told me I was no different, why else would I be here? At least the chair was comfy. It was a very cushiony sofa modified into the shape of a palm, and I could sit comfortably on my back. A middle aged woman walked in, holding her hair into a neat, tight bun.“Hello guys!” She mumbled in a friendly tone. Voices groaned to greet her back, as she took a seat facing us. “I am Dr. Warner, and I'm here to help you all. Will you help me help you?” She wondered, forcing a smile. Everyone else nodded or groaned or forced a smile except for me. I just glared at the ceiling, rubbing my head and listening to everyone try to get into her good books. “Right? What's your name?” She asked me, but I wasn't p
Ace’s POVI closed the door slowly behind me, and leaned my back against it. My luggage stood steady at my feet, as my eyes studied the room. White walls, white ceiling, the furniture, and even the bedding; everything was white. And why not? This was a trick I learned of back in high school, that white keeps the mind soothed. A heavy sigh left my lips, having absorbed the typicality of my new home. Had it been for me, I would have never even looked up a depression support clinic. But Angel was involved, she had insisted, and so I followed. I pushed my suitcase towards the bed and picked up it's weight onto the bed. A borborygmi-like sound followed as I undid the zip to start unpacking, as per one of the instructions I received at the reception. With all my clothes hung and folded properly in the wardrobe, I drew the curtains, letting some light into the room. My window looked over some of the buildings in the premises. In fact, the reflections of the corrugated roofing would be bl
Angel’s POVAce seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?"I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again." I mumbled, rubbing circles on his back.Ace's eyes flickered with a mixture of doubt and longing. He seemed to be contemplating my words, grappling with his own self-worth and the possibility of a better tomorrow. "Please, Ace, trust me when I say that you're not alone in this.” I heaved. “Angel, I…” He attempted, but I interrupted him.“Uh uh!” An expression left m
Sarah’s POVI lounged on the beach, soaking up the sun and admiring the crystal-clear waters of the Indian Ocean. It was a much-needed break from my usual routine, helping me cope well with my recent miscarriage. I harboured hate for my brother at this point. Had it not been for him, I would have probably still been pregnant. Suddenly, my phone rang. I sighed, briefly tempted to ignore it. Garry had warned me not to take any calls so I could give this outing my full attention, but ultimately, I decided to answer. It was my sister-in-law."Hey, Angel," I said. "What's up?""It's Jeremy," Angel said, her voice lower than usual. "He wants to exhume Ace's parents' bodies."I sat up, suddenly alert. "What? Why?""I don't know," Angel admitted. "He and Ace are at loggerheads." She concluded with a sigh.I sighed. “And they both aren't normal people. Why am I not surprised?”She chuckled from the other end of the line. “I can't imagine how you must've dealt with all that your entire life.”