"You look so happy. Does being married to Rafael make you happy?" Jackson asked as he walked around the path on the left wing of the mansion that led to the stables at the back."Very happy." Cheryl nodded as she leaned her head on Jackosn's shoulder. "I never thought that my life could be this happy.""Were you unhappy before?""It wasn't like that." She shook her head. "I used to be happy, very happy. But being with Rafael feels different.""Oh, yeah? You were so happy you couldn't hear me criticize your husband, huh?"Cheryl's heart was racing. Her husband—Rafael Frederich Wagner, was her husband."This mansion is quite nice. I hope you enjoy living here."Cheryl looked around her. The sky was beautifully lit, the air was fresh, and the trees were shady. This place was so cozy. She had never felt this comfortable when she first lived in a new place. However, together with Rafael, it felt like she was comfortable even if they had to sleep in the attic room of a cheap hotel."Let alo
"Besides liking to watch you play the piano at church, Rafael also often asks me how you are." Veronica began to tell her story—Rafael’s little secret, smiling amusedly at Rafael, who was pouting his lips next to Cheryl. "Ever since I found out that he liked you, I often offered to introduce you in person, but he always refused." "Vero..." Rafael looked at her pleadingly, hoping that she would not reveal his secret. "He's a disgusting stalker," Mateo muttered with a brief chuckle. "Aren't you the same as him?" Veronica turned her head, looking at Mateo with a frown. "Me?" Mateo pointed at himself, "When did I stalk you?" "Never mind, I don't want to talk about you. This is a story about Rafael!" Veronica scowled, "You should know, Cheryl. Rafael had an invitation to continue his master's degree at MIT, but he chose to study at Cambridge—in the same country you're studying in." She shrugged her shoulders. Cheryl turned her head, squinting at Rafael. Once again, she felt regret cre
Rafael felt his heart beat comfortably as Cheryl hugged him. It was as if he was getting something he had always needed—something that made him feel alive.Being with Cheryl felt like an impossible dream, but here they were. The mansion that he built to escape from the crowds when he felt frustrated, now that place didn't feel as quiet as usual. There was Cheryl's voice filling the silence, the scent of her body spread throughout the room—providing a pleasant sense of comfort, and the sparkle in her eyes illuminated every corner of the mansion—beating the sunlight that infiltrated through the glass walls.Rafael might sound exaggerated when describing her, but that's exactly how it was. He loved that woman—worshiped every spot of her that looked so perfect in his eyes."Let's see if my surprise this time will make you happy or not," Rafael pulled her away, then he walked her to their room. Once there, he opened the nightstand box beside the bed, took out a velvet box, and showed it to
Three days before her wedding—when she fought with Carlos for the last time, Cheryl thought she would lose everything about Diamonique. She though she wouldn't be able to spend as much time in her office preparing the next season's designs, she wouldn't be able to launch a new collection at the beginning of every season, she wouldn't be able to grow her business the way she wanted to. However, she was wrong.Firstly, she wasn't married to Carlos so he couldn't stop her from doing whatever she wanted. And secondly, she was married to Rafael, who always supported her in everything she loved to do."Tonight, I announce that the exhibition of Diamonique's latest collection is officially open." Cheryl's opening speech ended quickly. However, her short sentence immediately drew applause from the guests who attended the Diamonique ballroom located in the middle of Manhattan.She walked down from the podium while rubbing her wedding ring in a huff. Rafael had been supportive of her doing what
Cheryl squirmed softly as she pulled the blanket over her cold body. Her hand stretched out, searching for Rafael, who usually slept on the right side of their bed.It was empty. Rafael was not there.Her eyes opened quickly, blinking softly and frowning as she gazed around her. For a moment, she felt confused, but two seconds later, she remembered that she was in Canada—at Grandpa Alfonso's ranch house.Cheryl quickly rose to her feet, walked to the bathroom to clean herself up, and then put on the warm clothes that were already on the bed as soon as she came out of the bathroom. She smiled briefly, then walked out of the room when she smelled a nice smell coming from the kitchen.Her eyes lit up when she saw Rafael standing behind her. He was busy with the stove and frying pan. The smell of melted butter instantly made her stomach rumble with hunger."Why did you leave me?" She asked while hugging Rafael's sturdy back. She snorted softly when she saw Rafael wearing a plain black t-s
Cheryl felt her heart racing as Rafael's car sped off down the empty Turkish road. She frowned for a moment, then turned her head to Rafael, who was smiling proudly for fulfilling her request. Even if they weren't racing, the speedometer reached 250km/h, which would have made it clear that they were riding at the same speed as a race car—almost the same as an F1 car."Nice car," She commented with a smile. She tightened her grip on her seatbelt as she watched Rafael increase their speed.Crazy. It felt really crazy. However, she enjoyed every second that passed. Her heart was racing, too, but she didn't feel scared. Rafael's gaze beaming down at her made her feel safe—as if he was confirming that no matter what, he would always ensure her safety without limiting her freedom."Are you afraid?" He asked."No!" she shook her head, smiling at him. "Did you clear this road on purpose?”"Yes, are you happy?"She nodded. "Very happy."Even though he seemed focused on his driving, she could s
"Where are you going?" Cheryl was curled up in a blanket in their mansion—staring resentfully at Rafael, who walked in from the walk-in closet in a dark grey shirt and suit. He looked gorgeous—fresh and handsome as ever. His appearance was in stark contrast to her, who was still messy from just waking up after hearing the sound of his footsteps."Didn't I tell you that I should come to the meeting with the board of directors of Europe WGR today?" Rafael turned his head, walked slowly towards her, then ruffled her hair anxiously. The scent of his body made her feel at home around him. She pulled her hand so he could lie beside her again and hold her all day."I thought you were leaving at noon," She smacked her lips.Their honeymoon is over, and now it's time to get back to the busy life of work.Rafael grinned mischievously, "Shall I cancel my plan?""Is that okay?" She blinked her eyes."Of course, that’s okay," Rafael replied excitedly, "especially since you were the one who called
"What are you doing in my mansion this early in the morning? Do you want to take refuge here?" Mateo grumbled when he found Cheryl lying on the bed in his room with Veronica when he came out of the bathroom.Cheryl raised one eyebrow, then went back to watching the movie with Veronica—ignoring Mateo."What? Why are you ignoring me?" Mateo grumbled in annoyance, this time while pulling Cheryl and Veronica's legs in turn—making them laugh."Stop it, Mateo!" Cheryl kicked Mateo's hand, then pulled Veronica away from him."Stop, or I'll lock you out!"Cheryl's yelling didn't make Mateo stop, but Veronica did. Mateo stopped as soon as he heard her threat. He gave them an annoyed look, then grabbed the television remote and turned it off while stomping his foot irritably.Cheryl squinted, then turned to Veronica. "Your husband is ridiculous!" She said as she rose to her feet—ready to walk out of the room."A little better than your husband, who left you!" Veronica laughed.Cheryl turned aro