After the wedding, Paris thought Archer Wealth would have broken off the stern rule he had offered her to proceed with their arranged marriage, and learn to love her as the only woman in his life, but he didn't. He left her a day after the honeymoon, untouched and still a virgin. Paris Wealth was hurt and heartbroken but still believed he'd love her one day. She waited patiently for him to return. Two years after her husband had returned home, Paris was elated and thought he had come back for her, he didn't. He ignored her and focus only on his business as always. Knowing what had caused him to be so cold-hearted towards her, Paris was not going to relinquish the love she had for him, she is persistent to fight for her husband until he has the heart to love her and accept her as his wife. Will Archer Wealth ever love his wife? or will Paris Wealth move on seeing her husband will never love her?
After the wedding, Paris thought she would have had a romantic time with her arranged husband, Archer Wealth, with him about to be her first. Sadly, It didn't turn out as how she thought it to be. The night at his home in Massachusetts, Archer made her stay in a separate room. Paris Wealth was stunned by his action, for their honeymoon was a time for them to get close, closer than they'd ever been. She learned to be patient with him, seeing he wasn't ready to make love to her, as much as she wanted him to. The night Paris lay in her bed, in a new surrounding, away from Greenfield, the place she knew her entire life and her family, dishearteningly. She tried to sleep, hoping the next day would be better for her and her husband. The following day she got dressed, excited to have breakfast with her husband for the first time. Instead of her husband coming to join her around the dining table, she received a letter from the maid, from Archer. Paris hurriedly opened it, tearing the white en
The morning Paris woke up early and got ready for work. She drank some coffee and Mandy packed her lunch and wished her a great day at work. Paris walked happily to work. She felt good leaving the house and being around people. On her first day at work, she did great, her boss was quite impressed with how she worked. Paris made a friend Suzy, who was the same age as her, 27. They had lunch together and talk about girl stuff. Paris soon began to feel unhappy with their conversation. Suzy talked a lot about her husband and how he treated her. Paris lied she needed to use the bathroom just to get away from her. Her job was soon no longer a happy place for her anymore, it had started to become as sad as her home and it started to remind her of her younger days. Lilly, the youngest female, a blonde-haired and green eyes female who was just about the same age as her sister, Everlee, 25, was the main attention of all the 4 unmarried men in the office. Paris wished she was as beautiful as her
Archer both hands widened and kept away from Paris, not returning her hug as she held him tightly. He just gazed at her, with a straight face, showing no emotion."You've gone for so long, I thought you'd never return," Paris bawled her eyes out."I miss you so much, I was miserable without you," she told him.Her head lifted to Archer, staring into his beautiful dark brown eyes as she felt both his hand gently touched her shoulder. Archer slowly motioned her away from him. Paris's gaze went straight to his hand dispirited by his action and back to his expressionless face that showed no sign that he never did miss her during the 2 years he left her.Paris's head lowered sullenly.I was concerned about you most times, she heard Archer.Her eyes went to his swiftly, touched by what he had said.Paris couldn't help to hug him, hearing he had missed her too. Archie growled and clawed at Archer. Archer drawback frightened by Paris's kitten."Stop it," Paris told Archie.Archie jumped from
Paris went into her shower to take a bath. She dried herself wrapping a white towel around her naked body. She went into her room and slipped into her white nightwear. Before getting into bed, she sat before her mirror and brushed her long, curly, red hair. She paused looking at her reflection in the mirror, sullenly. Paris blamed her hair and freckle face for making her life so miserable. She imagined things would have been much better if only she looked like her sister, Everlee, probably Archer wouldn't be so distant from her. She placed down her brush and went to lay in her bed. Paris was eager for the next day, Archer would be wellrested and he'd have time for her. She sat up not being able to sleep without Archie, ever since she had Archie, he'd always slept beside her every night. Paris got out of bed and went to open her bedroom door to search for Archie. She went downstairs and into the living room."Archie," she called.Archie wasn't in the living room. She went into the kitc
Paris ran from the house with tears rolling down her cheeks. She ran to the back of the house where the garden was and sat behind some white roses. She soon realized she was not alone. Greyson was in the garden not too far from her drawing in his notebook. She got up and hurriedly walk away."Mrs. Wealth," Greyson stopped her as he spotted her.Paris wipe her face dried from her tears and made a smile on her face before she could turn to look at him."Yes," she answered."I can leave your garden if you need some time alone," Greyson told Paris."No, you don't have to," said Paris.Archer nodded.Paris didn't want to seem rude to Grey making him believe he was the reason why she was leaving the garden. As much as she was hurting she tried to start a conversation with him."I see you were drawing," she said."Yes," answered Greyson.Paris smiled politely at him."Would you like to see it?" asked Greyson."Yes, sure."Paris was quite interested to see his art.As Paris motioned to him, G
Paris had given her husband some space to resume his work. She pondered on ways to win over his heart. She knew it was not going to be an easy task for her, Archer seemed to be a workaholic and she could never get close enough to him if he was always working. Pacing around the hallways, she saw Mandy about to pass her with a tray of food."Is that for Archer?" Paris stopped the maid."Yes, Mrs. Wealth," answered Mandy.A large smile appeared on Paris's face. She informed the maid to give her the stray. She carried it herself to her husband. Paris had a plan to be her husband's own personal maid. It would allow her to get close to him. She knocked on his door. Archer instructed her to enter. Archer's eyes paused, seeing it was Paris and not his maid, Mandy."You don't have to carry around any weight, that's why we have maids and workers," Archer told Paris."I know but I don't mind being my husband's personal maid," Paris told Archer as she took his food from the tray and placed it bef
As Greyson lit the candle, Paris quickly got up from her knees and from the office."Mrs. Wealth," Greyson called to stop her.He chased her and held her by her right hand from behind before she could elude him."Let me go," Paris turned around and dragged her hand away from him upset.Greyson's eyes stared into her tearful eyes. Paris spun around and sobbed running to her room. Greyson watched her sadden by her situation. He now knew everything about Paris and Archer's relationship. He knew she was a virgin dying to feel the sensation of making love and that she was dying for attention from his cold-hearted colleague.Paris laid in bed and bawled her eyes out. She now felt so embarrassed that Greyson saw her in a horrible state in the study. He saw her as needy and a desperate redheaded yearning for love and attention from her husband. She wished she hasn't gone to search for Archer to beg for his attention. The night Paris didn't sleep. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying and
When Paris entered Greyson's large home for the first, she was appalled to see her pet Kitten, Archie. Greyson was taking care of him. Paris dwelled with Greyson in his home at Logan Circle for 6 months, before they became wife and husband. They were waiting on the divorce to be finalized with Archer. During the waiting process, Paris lived a happy life with Greyson. Greyson treated her like a queen and introduced her to his family. Greyson's mom loved Paris and thought her to be a great match for her son. Paris felt so welcome by them. Everlee wrote Paris numerous times begging her for forgiveness and that she and Archer are not together. Paris would ignore her letters, not wanting to have anything to do with her. Before Paris and Greyson got married. Paris wanted to inform her mother Mr. and Mrs. Poppy first and to get their blessing. They were so happy when they saw Paris but surprised to discover that she was no longer with Archer and with Greyson. After Paris told them everythi
Paris had arrived at the train station. She wiped away her tears and bought a ticket to go to Washington. Within half an hour the train was ready. Paris got into the train and soon it started off. Along the way, she cried, hurt that her own sister betray her. She couldn't wait to find Greyson and cry in his arms. He was the only man that made her feel loved but in the end, she foolishly made Archer ruin things for her.She grew tired of crying, she was exhausted and slept along the way.The train stopped and Paris's eyes opened. She had reached. She stood and looked through the window at the new surrounding she was in while everyone passed her exiting the train. She finally made her way out and stopped at the entrance of the train station unsure of what move to make now.Paris watched as the passenger who was on the train with her got into their carriage and drove off. It seemed they had their personal coachman who was waiting on them. Everyone seemed to."Excuse me," Paris stopped a
"Paris," Archer called frightened as his lips left Everlee, sensing she was there.Everlee eyes widened seeing her sister.Paris froze. Tears slowly run from her eyes now discovering the secret her husband and her little sister had been hiding from her all these years.Everlee stood silent, shocked by her big sister's presence. Archer stood at her side alarmed as he leered at his wife, he had finally won back, knowing he had now lost her. This time forever.Paris looked at her little nephew and niece steadily and paused at Archer."I'm sorry," she heard Everlee cry out. "I thought you two weren't together anymore."Paris cried out loud and ran past them going upstairs."Paris!" Archer yelled.Paris went into her room and angrily began to pack her clothes.As she went into her drawer, she heard Archer enter her room."I don't love her the way I once did," said Archer. "The love I have for you is much stronger," Archer told Paris.Paris spun around angry."Is she the one you left me for
Paris lay sadly in bed as Archer's doctor examined her. Archer waited anxiously outside for the doctor to complete his examination in knowing what is wrong with her. "I'm I having an abnormal period?" Paris asked. "Please wait until I've completed my examination," retorted the doctor. "I see why you're bleeding so heavily," the doctor began to take off his gloves. Paris leered at him worried. "You are having a miscarriage," said the doctor. Paris looked at him in disbelief. She didn't believe a word the doctor said. "How could it be, I saw my period last month," said Paris. "That could be an abnormal period that happens something to females when they're pregnant but what is happening to you now is you losing your baby," retorted the doctor. Paris looked away sullenly. The baby she had lost was Greyson. She had to tell him. She began to cry. "Have you fallen or got any hard hit?" the doctor asked. "I've fallen twice trying to help Archer from the shower," Paris cried as she
Paris sullenly went into the carriage on her way back to Archer's home. The entire journey she stared into the distance heartbroken. She's finally reached home. She remained at the back of the carriage not wanting to leave. "Miss, we've arrived," the coachman informed her. Paris nodded and slowly made her way out. As she got out of the carriage she motioned to Archer's home and paused, two-step away from the entrance door of his home before entering. Seeing and being next to the large home, made her feel rather sad. It only reminded her of the sad moments she had here with Archer. She didn't want to be reminded of it, she walked around the home and stood at the side. A smile appeared on her face recollecting meeting Greyson there for the first. It was when she couldn't find her cat, Archie. She began to cry. Paris sat in the garden before going inside, as she did she thought about all the other wonderful moments she and Greyson had shared. She thought about how she loved seeing him
Archer slept throughout the visit hours.Mr. Jonathan didn't get the chance to speak to his son when he entered the room, for he was already fast asleep. At the end of the visit, he and Paris said their goodbyes. Paris kissed Archer on her forehead before she leaves. Her kiss was not a part of her and Archer pretending to be a happily married couple. She was just happy that he fought to keep alive in the surgery and that he was going to be fine now.Mr. Jonathan carried her back to the hotel and they both said their goodbyes. Paris took off her coat and placed it on the hanger. As she did she paused and looked around the suite sullenly, she and her fiance used to share. Her head lowered to her finger staring at the wedding ring he had given her. Her fingers ran over it. She began to cry.The spot Paris laid in returning from the hospital. She stayed there until it was night. She couldn't stop thinking about the letter Greyson left her. She wanted to run to him, but she feared her no l
After Greyson stormed from the hotel angry. Paris cried and sat in the living room waiting for him. She waited the entire night worried about him. Night had passed and it was morning, but still Greyson didn't return. Paris was tired and sleepy after staying awake the entire night for him.Paris drank some coffee trying to stay awake after taking a shower. It was time to visit Archer at the hospital but she didn't feel like going after the option Greyson had given her. She didn't want Greyson to believe she had chosen Archer over him. She loved him, but she didn't want to break the promise she made to Archer and wished Greyson could at least understand her. Greyson once said he understood that she had a big heart that's why she cared so much for others but she wished he had understood her in the way he should. What he said were just words eluding from his lips, words he didn't comprehend as he should about her for he surely didn't show it for her last night. It was okay that he was ups
As Paris entered the suit of the hotel. She was surprised Greyson was home already."I thought, I would leave work early to comfort you of the day you had," said Greyson meeting her in the living room.Paris froze staring at him as he walked to her with both arms widened. Greyson hugged her. Her chin rested on his shoulder ashamed of returning his hug. She began to cry hating she had let him down.Before their face could meet Paris wiped away her tears."How was today?" asked Greyson."It was okay, Archer is handling the news about his injury very well," retorted Paris."That's good," said Greyson.Paris nodded."I'm tired," I'm going to get some sleep," said Paris as she walked off."Do you want me to order dinner for you later?" asked Greyson."I'm not hungry.""Okay," retorted Greyson.As Paris entered her bedroom. She lay down sadly and her right hand touched her lips recollecting the kiss she shared with Archer. She could never allow Greyson to find out about it and the other agr
The morning Paris sat and played with her breakfast not having any appetite."Do you think you're strong enough to see him today?" asked Greyson worried."I have to visit him, I promised him," retorted Paris.Greyson nodded.Going to the hospital Paris was quiet on the entire way."Everything will be okay, soon," Greyson tried to encourage Paris as she got out of the carriage.They both said their goodbyes and she entered the hospital heading straight to Archer's room.As she almost got to the door of Archer's room a doctor was exiting his room."Doctor," Paris stopped him."Good morning, why didn't you tell Archer that he may never walk again?" Paris asked."He knows," responded the doctor quickly.Pars became silent with sadness."Your husband is doing far better than anyone who had had similar injuries as him, within a few weeks you will be able to take him home, but he'll need to return to the hospital for physiotherapy to help him walk again or see if there's any hope."Paris nod