Natalie's POV I got up the next morning prepared to meet with Sebastian’s mother. He had told me last night that his mother was returning from England - she had been on a business trip and she was finally home. So we would be going to pick her up from the airport and we'll all have dinner together. At least, a chance to introduce myself to her. Heww, this marriage of a thing would cost me a lot.“Oh, my…you look so beautiful.” a voice intruded my thoughts. It was Sebastian. I put on the second pair of earrings, and adjusted my red dinner dress. “Oh, stop with your flattery.” I wasn't in for all that. He was infamous for being the seductive billionaire CEO. How in hell would I take him seriously?“I'm damn serious.” He jumped on the bed, roughing the bed I had made this morning. A childlike anger filled me. “Why did you do that? You know I hate seeing the bed scattered. Fix it up.” I yelled.“No need to raise your voice, kitten. Come here.” “What?” “I said, come here.” What was
Natalie's POV.I thought dinner with Sebastian's mother would be something pleasant and memorable, oh well I thought wrong. From the moment I saw her, I knew something wasn't right. She wasn't polite enough and there was this tension I couldn't shake. And there was Genevieve, Sebastian's sister, she was a thorn in the flesh.She sat at the head of the table, her actions cold and stiff. The moment our eyes met, I could feel her resentment towards me. I wasn't sure why, but she made zero effort to hide her disdain. It was obvious to everyone she didn't like me.And I must say, even though I am that person who cared less about people's perception of me, I cared about hers this time. “So, you’re the new wife,” she said, her voice sharp like a knife. “How does it feel to be part of this family?”I forced a smile, even though her words made me uncomfortable. “I’m grateful for the opportunity,” I replied, trying to sound polite.Her lips curled into a small, cold smile. “I see.”We are the
Sebastian's POV I had to reach out to Iris. She had kept on with her pressures and at times I sat to wonder why she controlled me with her threats. And why did I seem to care? Yeah, well, it had to do with one's life, so I was bound to care.I battled with the thought to tell or not tell Natalie the truth. To get things straight, I would not for anything accommodate the thought of even having a thing to do with Iris. Not now, not ever. I looked down at my shoes; they were untied. Plus, I was already late for the meeting by nine. I was about to bend over when a handheld me.“Let me do that.” She smiled. It was Natalie.A chill ran down my spine as I felt a sting in my chest. I thought she was still fast asleep.She bent down slowly and grabbed the shoelaces. Slowly, she crossed one lace over the other, pulling them tight. Her fingers worked quickly to make a knot, then she pulled the shoes to check if they were tied well.She seemed to be a master.“You would make a name for yourself
Natalie's POV.I had rushed out as soon as Sebastian left, to see Iris. She needed to explain more about what she had said to me last night. To God who made me, I found it pretty hard to sleep even after I had refreshed myself.The words kept on playing…”Tell Sebastian to meet me at the hotel.” For crying out loud, who says that? I know I wasn't in the position to choose who he had sex with, but this was my man, at least in the public eye and I had to make her believe I was really married.She had taken enough from me, not this one.I reached my former house and a turmoil of nostalgia filled my head till its brim. I had once belonged here. This was my home, my treasure, now it had been taken away from me. But I wouldn't just back down. I was in to make things work out for me. My hands were in my hands and I'd make sure I got it back at all costs.I stepped foot into the house and the first person whom I caught sight of was and hadn't expected to see was Alfred - the power hungry milli
Natalie’s POVI unconsciously dropped my phone to the floor, my hands trembling at the unexpected heartbreaking news. No, no. it was impossible. It couldn’t be. He couldn’t have possibly been in an accident. But it was real. Every cell in me paused for as long as I could remember. I could no longer control my breathing and everything around me seemed to be spinning. No, it couldn’t be possible. Untried to over but remained stagnant. Oh, how I feared death. It was almost the same hang that happened to my father ND how. Shit, I couldn’t be thinking negatively. I hadn’t even gotten a chance to see to know if he was dead or alive. I balled my sweaty palms into a fist. I shifted my eyes to Iris who just stood there. I saw the perplexion in her eyes. I felt it, but she tried to hide it. She wanted to ask what the matter was and who was in the accident, but our relationship didn’t permit it. Plus, it was none of her business to know who was in an accident or who was not. She could go meet h
Sebastian's POV.My vision was blurry, all I could see were rainbow-like, unclear colors that almost blinded me. The whole room smells like death, cold and heavy, making the air feel thick around me. I felt like I was dying all over again, like the grim reaper was close. Then suddenly, I felt something wet drop on the top of my hand, soft but startling.I reacted with a slight jolt, my muscles weak and stiff. I tried to force my eyes open, but they felt so heavy. It was like they were glued shut, more than I could control. My body was aching, my mind foggy. Slowly, the realization hit me—I was in a hospital. The beeping machines, the sterile smell, it all made sense now.I finally managed to open my eyes, and there she was—Natalie. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, her face wet with tears. My kitten, my strong, fiery Natalie, is now sitting there, crying for me. When did she start caring this much about me? It wasn’t like she knew me that well. We were still strangers in so man
Natalia’s POVI didn’t move an inch. I felt my feet stuck on the floor and my knees were too tired to move. And there he was, his hand beating up down, up down. And I couldn’t do anything about it other than just watch him on the verge of dying. I couldn’t fucking save him. I couldn’t utter a word either. I was frozen. Tears welled up my eyes, as they trickled down my cheeks to the side of my mouth. No, this couldn’t be. “Do something for god’s sake” a voice screamed in my head, but I still didn’t do anything. If I’m asked why, I wouldn’t be able to give a reasonable explanation. It was as though I was glued to that spot and did nothing but cry like some three years old. “Somebody help. Call the doctors and the nurses.” Mother yelled as loud as she could. I could see the fear in her eyes. She wanted to save her son, but she couldn’t do anything. She was helpless and hopeless. Immediately, she turned to me. Her eyes filled with tears and anger. It was obvious she was surprised I jus
Natalie’s POVI stared at the doctor, my heart pounding so hard I thought it would break through my chest. He said Sebastian was awake. Could it be true? Was he really going to live?For a moment, I couldn’t move. My legs felt heavy like they were stuck to the floor. I stood there, unsure of what to do. Should I go in and see him, or stay back? My head was spinning, my thoughts all tangled up. But then, I felt Mother’s eyes on me again, burning with anger.“You see what I’ve been saying?” she spat, pointing a shaking finger at me. “You were just standing there like a statue. Useless!”I wanted to say something, anything to defend myself, but the words didn’t come. My mouth felt dry, and my chest tightened. I knew no matter what I said, she wouldn’t believe me. She had already made up her mind about me. To her, I was the villain, the evil girl who came into their lives and brought nothing but trouble.“I swear, I didn’t want any of this to happen,” I whispered, but my voice was too sof
(Natalie’s POV) The room went quiet after Sebastian said those words. “I love you.” For a moment, I couldn’t even process it. My brain froze, and my heart started pounding, but I had no idea what to say. I just stood there, staring at him, trying to make sense of everything. Sebastian didn’t speak again. He just stood there, watching me, waiting. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was clenched, and I knew he wanted me to say something. Anything. But I didn’t know what to say. I turned away from him, my mind swirling with questions. He loved me? Could that be true? After everything that had happened between us, all the mistakes, could he really mean it? I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions in my chest. I needed to think. I needed space. “I need to go,” I whispered, avoiding his gaze. “Natalie...” Sebastian’s voice was soft, but he didn’t move. “I can’t do this right now,” I muttered, heading towards the door. I needed to get out of h
(Natalie’s POV)The room went quiet after Sebastian said those words. “I love you.” For a moment, I couldn’t even process it. My brain froze, and my heart started pounding, but I had no idea what to say. I just stood there, staring at him, trying to make sense of everything.Sebastian didn’t speak again. He just stood there, watching me, waiting. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was clenched, and I knew he wanted me to say something. Anything.But I didn’t know what to say.I turned away from him, my mind swirling with questions. He loved me? Could that be true? After everything that had happened between us, all the mistakes, could he really mean it?I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions in my chest. I needed to think. I needed space.“I need to go,” I whispered, avoiding his gaze.“Natalie...” Sebastian’s voice was soft, but he didn’t move.“I can’t do this right now,” I muttered, heading towards the door. I needed to get out of here, cle
Sebastian’s POVNatalie hadn’t said a word since we left the park. Her eyes were glued to the window, but I knew she wasn’t seeing anything. She was thinking about him. Alfred. The guy who wrecked her and still had the nerve to show up and mess with her head.I hated seeing her like this, trapped in her thoughts. But I didn’t want to push her. Natalie was the type who needed time to process things, to figure out how she felt. But waiting for her to sort through this on her own was killing me.I pulled up in front of her apartment and turned off the engine, letting the silence stretch for a bit. I knew I had to say something before she spiraled deeper into whatever she was thinking, but I wasn’t sure how to start. I gripped the steering wheel, feeling the tension building inside me.Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you really thinking about what he said?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, even though I was frustrated.She turned to look at me, her face a mix of confusion
Natalie’s POVI couldn’t sleep that night. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about that phone call. Who was that person? Why did they want to see me? And why now, when everything in my life was already falling apart? I kept hearing that voice over and over again: “See me.”It made my skin crawl.Sebastian stayed by my side the whole night. He didn’t say much, but I could feel how tense he was. I wasn’t the only one scared. It was like we were both waiting for something bad to happen.The next morning, I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat up in bed, looking over at Sebastian, who was awake too. He had dark circles under his eyes, and I knew he hadn’t slept either.“I have to go,” I said quietly.Sebastian looked at me, frowning. “Go where?”“I have to see this person. The one who called me. I need to know who it is.”Sebastian shook his head. “That’s too dangerous, Natalie. We don’t know who this person is or what they want.”“I know,” I said, biting my lip. “But I can’t just
Natalie’s POV I ran out of the house, my face wet from crying. I was so tired. Tired of everything. Tired of pretending to be married to Sebastian. Tired of his mom saying mean things about me. She called me a gold digger. She said I wasn’t good enough for him. It hurt so much. “Natalie, wait!” I heard Sebastian calling behind me. He was running after me, but I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to talk to him. His mom’s words kept ringing in my head, and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I reached the door, but before I could open it, Sebastian caught up. He gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Natalie, stop,” he said, breathing hard. “We need to talk.” I turned to face him and wiped my face. “I can’t do this anymore, Sebastian,” I said, my voice shaking. “Your mom hates me. She always says I’m not good enough for you. I’m tired of pretending.” Sebastian looked confused. “Pretending? What are you talking about?” “This,” I said, waving my hand bet
Natalie’s POVI ran out of the house, my face wet from crying. I was so tired. Tired of everything. Tired of pretending to be married to Sebastian. Tired of his mom saying mean things about me. She called me a gold digger. She said I wasn’t good enough for him. It hurt so much.“Natalie, wait!” I heard Sebastian calling behind me. He was running after me, but I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to talk to him. His mom’s words kept ringing in my head, and I just couldn’t take it anymore.I reached the door, but before I could open it, Sebastian caught up. He gently grabbed my arm and pulled me back. “Natalie, stop,” he said, breathing hard. “We need to talk.”I turned to face him and wiped my face. “I can’t do this anymore, Sebastian,” I said, my voice shaking. “Your mom hates me. She always says I’m not good enough for you. I’m tired of pretending.”Sebastian looked confused. “Pretending? What are you talking about?”“This,” I said, waving my hand between us
Sebastian’s POVWaking up not to see the woman I had had sex with beside me was a mystery to me. Where the hell did she go? I got a grip of myself as I cleared my eyes, only to see I was naked. Oh, my god. Enough reason to know why she ran away. Ha, I’ll use this to taunt her- my runaway one-night stand. She shouldn’t be qualified as my one-night stand. I truly felt something for her but I wasn’t sure yet. Perhaps it was love when I confessed it to her.Come to think of it, how did we get here?I was getting framed for stealing a diamond ring and landed in the police station and Mother came to my rescue and got it. I looked around, picked up my things, and was about to leave when I saw a wallet under a wooden stand. It looked familiar. I picked it up and realized it was Natalie’s. It was disrespectful to open or even get involved with a lady’s purse, but my curiosity got the better part of me. There was a picture of her and her father. He seemed familiar cause why not? He was proba
Natalie’s pov I have always been careful. Careful of the choices I made, careful of my life, and most of all my heart. But that night, I didn't know what came over me, because this feeling of recklessness was what I felt. Something I hadn't felt since my break up with Alfred. The counter had refused the tip Sebastian offered. I knew he wouldn’t take it lightly, so he went the sexy-rebellious way. “I love your lips. Way better and kissable, compared to my ex's.” Sebastian said as a glint of a smile brushed against my face. “I get that a lot.” “After they kiss you or…?” Huh? Did he hear me say that? Fuck me. “I only let people I like kiss me.” “It means you like me.” “I never said that…” I looked over my shoulder, butterflies. How I wish he could stop with the teasing. No, never stop. Suddenly, I felt his hand draw my jaw to his face as he kissed me slowly, then faster, our tongues wrestling intimate wars, and pleasurable noise nearly rising above the bass beat. Fuck
Natalie’s pov I have always been careful. Careful of the choices I made, careful of my life, and most of all my heart. But that night, I didn't know what came over me, because this feeling of recklessness was what I felt. Something I hadn't felt since my break up with Alfred.The counter had refused the tip Sebastian offered. I knew he wouldn’t take it lightly, so he went the sexy-rebellious way. “I love your lips. Way better and kissable, compared to my ex's.” Sebastian said as a glint of a smile brushed against my face.“I get that a lot.” “After they kiss you or…?” Huh? Did he hear me say that? Fuck me.“I only let people I like kiss me.”“It means you like me.” “I never said that…” I looked over my shoulder, butterflies. How I wish he could stop with the teasing.No, never stop.Suddenly, I felt his hand draw my jaw to his face as he kissed me slowly, then faster, our tongues wrestling intimate wars, and pleasurable noise nearly rising above the bass beat.Fuck knows. Was