The satisfaction I felt knew no bounds as I watched Alfred and Iris' eyes widen in shock.
Boom! I resisted the urge to go to their stupid faces and snap my fingers at them. “What!” Iris yelled, gaze darting frantically between Sebastian and I, “what?!” “Surely there must be a mistake,” she said with a chuckle and turned to Mr Knight, “Natalie can't possibly be -” “Natalie is my wife. And I demand you speak with some respect.” Dayumm. “This is a joke. Mr Knight I have no idea how she managed to lure you, deceive you into marrying her but Natalie is nothing but a low life. She has nothing and is not capable of anything except using her body to woo men.” You've got to be kidding me. I Clenched my fists as anger flared in me but I decided to not respond. “Like I said Miss Wilson,” Sebastian stated calmly, “you will speak to my wife with disrespect.” Iris' jaw dropped and I smirked when her gaze shifted to me. “Shameless whore!” She spat, “so that's what you've been doing huh? Throwing your body around?” “Miss Wilson!” Sebastian snapped before I could respond, “Effective immediately, every contract you have with my company is terminated, including that of your boyfriend over there.” Alfred shrieked, but Sebastian went on. “I shall not have you come into my building and disrespect my wife. Now, I suggest you leave before I call the security to throw you two out.” “But - but….” Alfred on his part was just standing frozen staring at Sebastian as if he could not quite believe what had just happened. Iris’ gaze was filled with so much hatred and anger when she turned to look at me and I met it with a grin. I took a few steps closer to her and leaned closer to whisper, “This is just the beginning sister dearest. I promise you, by the time I am done with you - not only will I take all that is mine, but I will also strip you bare with nothing like you did me. I am going to make your life a living hell Iris, I promise you this.” I didn't give her a chance to respond before turning and following Sebastian into his office. ~~~~~~~ “So wife, tell me just what was so important that you came all the way to see me here.” Sebastian said the moment we got into his face. I watched him, momentarily speechless as he leaned back on the chair in his office, his smile baffling me. How it was possible for a human to be that handsome, this hot - really shocks me to my mirror. I cleared my throat when i realised i have stared two seconds too long. “I do not want a divorce.” I blurted out. He raised his brow, “Hmmm. Why the sudden change of heart.” “It is a long story but to summarise with one sentence - I want to make you an offer.” Sebastain reclined in his seat, his eyes dancing as he smiled, “Oh really?” “I do not want a divorce,” I placed my arms on the table, “not until two years. What I want is YOU. The Sebastian Knight.” “You still are not making sense.” “Find. My sister and fiance somehow managed rob trick me into signing all of my assets to them - well not exactly tricked but she - they betrayed me and took away everything i had. I want what is mine back and i want your help to achieve this.” I looked at him gauging his reaction but he was still smiling so I continued. “Give me one year. One year of being your wife, mrs Knight, and in return -” “Yes, Natalie. What do I get in return?” I took a deep breath, “You name your price.” He smiled again, drumming his fingers on the table. “First, tell me what happened in more detail and why your own sister would do that to you like that.” So with a deep breath, I told him. Every single thing. From how my father had invested so much for my sister and I, Iris only decided to choose a reckless life, making my father hand over a bigger percentage of the company to me. To how I had met Alfred and allowed him to trick me into trusting him and falling for his and Iris’ plot. By the time I was done, Sebastian was already clenching his fists hard as if trying to restrain himself from knocking the whole table over. “I am really sorry for what you had to go through because of another person's greed.” I shrugged, “I am too. I just feel like i have disappointed my father who trusted me so much - I feel like I have failed him.” “I am sure he will -” “Understand?” I interrupted shaking my head, “That does not cut it in anyway. I want what was mine and i want it all. I want Iris and Alfred to pay for their betrayal.” He nodded and said nothing for a while before releasing a breath and leaning closer to the table. “Fine, Natalie. But here is my price…YOU.” “Huh?” I blinked stupidly and he smiled. “I want you Natalie. You will be my wife but in all ways… that is my price. I want your body.I would have undoubtedly thought I had crossed the line the moment I made that statement,but Natalie never stops at leaving me in awe.“Alright,” she said. But before she responded, a disappointed scoff ran through her curled lips. Just then, I knew she was determined to get what she wanted.“I think we're good then, wife.” I pressed forward towards her as I shot a grin.“On one condition.”Hm, the lass with the conditions. I hoped it wasn't something serious. “I'm all ears.” “No strings attached. No feelings, just raw sex.”I paused. “Sure.”“Then we're good. Do have a nice day, husband.” She laid emphasis on husband as though she was insinuating something - something I couldn't seem to lay hands on as she turned on her heels and left, shutting the door behind her.I must say I'm pleased and intrigued by her - the way she makes unpredictable decisions…even though I had just known her for less than forty eight hours. Stupidly insane.I somehow needed to know more about my Natalie la
Anger still surged through me as I did , returning to that godforsaken house. Damn it. Knowing I had to see their face again made me feel strangely stupid.I finally reached and got a grip of myself. Me showing them they could annoy me gave them more power.I went in as my eyes roamed the sitting room. It was nowhere to be found. Just then, mother walked in, her voice shifting my attention to her.“I knew you would come back.” If only she knew why.“Can I have my phone back?” “Come over here, Sebastian. I want to talk. I want us to talk.” “What if I say there's no room for that?” “You don't have an option here, just listen to me.” I felt a chill down my spine as a trickle of tears ran down her face. I wasn't sorry she cried. I just didn't know what came over me that I listened so that she could do the talking.“I'm all ears.” I tried to hide my frustration and impatience. “Bear in mind that I don't have all night.” “What has come over you, son? “ The statement I hated hearing.
I took a taxi back to my house. No, scratch that. My previous house as it seemed. I'd never expected a day like this to come. The day that the mansion my own father left for me; in my name would be taken away all because of the blind trust I had in someone.Ridiculously funny. Now I know better. Moral of the story, trust no one.Surprisingly I didn't go through the heartbreak phase of weeping day in day out with tissues scattered around and me looking like some rotten cheese.I was still in my “sexy black dress” as I noticed the driver glancing at me through the rare mirror. I knew I was the temptation here.“I don't see any ring on your finger ma'am.” He stroked his tongue against his lower lip.“I'd be merciful enough to pretend you didn't speak; drive.” I'd have definitely given him a hard knock on his bald shining-armor head for trying to mess with me, but I'd let it slide just because I wore something that exposed me .“Stop here,” I said and highlighted the vehicle. I had pai
There was a strange tension between us. As the saying goes, ‘the world is indeed a small place.” How on earth could the lady that insulted me be his sister. My life would definitely be a living hell. I could see the shock on her face. She undoubtedly knew she had messed up big time.She greeted Sebastian with a curt nod before turning to me. I squeezed a smile, trying to ease the tension but it was still visible. No doubt she was amazingly dressed but she still looked warm.“Hi, Genevieve.” I said, stretching out my hand.“Is this the woman you said you married?” She asked, turning to Sebastian while my hand was left hanging.Interesting, isn't it.“Yes, is there a problem?” I could see her anger suppressed. She definitely didn't want to speak to make Sebastian not figure out the brief fight that transported between us.“Nevermind.” She squeezed a smile and shook my once hanging hand.“Nice to meet you. And you are?”“His wife, Natalie Wilson.”“Interesting. I'm Genevieve. So, you’r
I had returned from work where I needed to get some of my documents back home since Iris had decided to treat me this way, it was fine. But it was better she kept it at the back of her mind that I was coming back…not just coming back for the sake of it, but coming back stronger. She had better be prepared for me.I went into our room, mine and Sebastian's, but he was nowhere to be found. He must have been really occupied since his usual close hour was six PM. I wanted to call…besides I wasn't his real wife per se, so I had to quit acting like one. Bro could come home anytime he wishes. Perhaps he'd doing some shit with some girls.Who cares?I undressed and did my thing in the shower, stepping out felt like a burden was lifted from my shoulders. But before I knew it, dressed in my skimpy nightgown, I dozed off only to be awakened by a yell.My eyelids fluttered open. No one was in the room. Where could the voice be from them? I got up, drawing nigh to the door only to discover it was
Sebastian's POV I shut the door in her face. I know nothing in particular about this so-called Iris of a girl, but from the proposals she'd been making and Natalie's perception of her, was enough reason for me to think she was up to no good. “What did she say, Sebastian?” Natalie’s voice came from behind me, cutting through my thoughts. I turned to see her standing in the kitchen, her face etched with curiosity and concern.“Nothing important,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just the usual nonsense.”Natalie’s eyes narrowed. “Usual nonsense?. Did something happen? Something must have definitely happened.”I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “She was just demanding something from me. Nothing I want to deal with right now. Let’s just focus on breakfast, please.”I could see the frustration in Natalie’s eyes, but she nodded and turned to the kitchen. The smell of pasta filled the kitchen, with the aroma of fresh coffee. It wasn’t the usual breakfast I’d expect, but at least sh
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
The house was too quiet. It was at this moment I knew silence had a sound and could be heard. It wasn’t the peaceful kind of silence. It was the heavy, suffocating kind-the kind that made the air thick, the kind that made my own heartbeat sound too loud in my ears. It pressed against my chest, wrapping around me like an invisible chain. I stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the space in front of me. My hands were clasped together, but my fingers kept fidgeting, twisting over one another. Sebastian hadn’t come downstairs since we got back from the courthouse. I knew where he was. Locked in his study. Alone. I hated this silence. Because it wasn’t really silent. It had a sound—the sound of pain, of grief, of everything that had gone unsaid. I walked toward the couch and sank down, my body feeling heavier than it should. This house wasn’t just a house. It had been a home—a place where we shared laughter, warmth, love. But now… now it felt different. The walls
The house was too quiet. It was at this moment I knew silence had a sound and could be heard. It wasn’t the peaceful kind of silence.It was the heavy, suffocating kind-the kind that made the air thick, the kind that made my own heartbeat sound too loud in my ears. It pressed against my chest, wrapping around me like an invisible chain.I stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the space in front of me. My hands were clasped together, but my fingers kept fidgeting, twisting over one another.Sebastian hadn’t come downstairs since we got back from the courthouse.I knew where he was.Locked in his study. Alone.I hated this silence.Because it wasn’t really silent.It had a sound—the sound of pain, of grief, of everything that had gone unsaid.I walked toward the couch and sank down, my body feeling heavier than it should.This house wasn’t just a house.It had been
The weight of the the whole dramam going on settled on my shoulders like a boulder.I stood outside the police station, gripping my phone tightly in my hand, my thumb hovering over the play button.This was it.The moment I would turn my own mother in.The woman who had raised me, who had held me as a child, who had taught me how to ride a bike—now, I was handing her over to the law.Because she was a monster.Because she had betrayed me.Because she had tried to kill the woman I love.I sucked in a sharp breath, closing my eyes for a second. The night air was cold, biting against my skin. The streetlights flickered above, casting long shadows on the pavement. I could hear the faint sounds of cars honking in the distance, but everything around me felt… muted.Like the world had slowed down.Like I was standing on the edge of something I could never come back from.Then, with a final exhale, I stepped inside.The police station was bright and, the air was thick with the scent of coffee
I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the elevator and into the familiar space of Grant Enterprises. It had been weeks since I was last here. Weeks since my life had spiraled into chaos. Since secrets had been revealed, betrayals exposed, and the foundation of everything I knew had been shaken to its core. But now, I was back. Back to work. Back to normal. Or at least, as normal as life could get after everything that had happened. The office smelled the same-fresh coffee, crisp paper, the faint scent of polished wood. The soft hum of conversations and clicking keyboards filled the air, blending with the occasional ringing of phones. It was comforting in a way. Familiar. And yet, something felt different. Or maybe I was the one who had changed. …. The first thing I did after settling into my office was call HR. I needed a personal assistant. Ever since I got promoted, I had been handling too much on my own, and after everything that had happened, I knew I couldn’t affo
The knock on my office door was sharp, deliberate. I didn’t expect anyone. Not at this hour. Not today. I set down my pen, glancing at the clock. 3:47 PM. I had been drowning in work all day, trying to keep my mind off everything that had happened in the past few weeks. Trying to pretend that life was normal again, that I wasn’t standing on the remains of a world that had been shattered beyond recognition. But now, someone was at my door. I straightened, adjusting my tie before speaking. “Come in.” The door creaked open, and my muscles tensed the moment I saw him. Thomas Grant. My stepfather. The man who had been nothing more than a shadow in my life, standing by while my mother did whatever she wanted. A man who never protected me, never spoke up, never did anything except watch. And now, he was here. I said nothing as he stepped inside, his movements slow, cautious—like he knew he wasn’t welcome. His eyes darted around the office before finally settling on me. He cleare
Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. I had never seen him like this before. Not when we were trapped. Not when we thought we wouldn’t make it out alive. Not even when he was injured, fighting to stay conscious. But now—now he looked like a man who had lost everything. His shoulders were tense, his breathing uneven, his fingers tangled in his hair as if he was trying to hold himself together. I sat beside him, close but not too close, giving him space. I wanted to say something, but words felt useless. What could I possibly say to make this better? How do you comfort someone when their entire world has just crumbled? I reached out and gently touched his arm. He flinched. Not in fear. Not in anger. Just in pure, raw pain. I pulled my hand back. For a long moment, the only sound in the room was the distant hum of the city outside, cars moving, life continuing as if nothing had changed. But for Sebastian, everything had changed. Finally, he lifted h
Four Weeks Later Freedom. That’s what the doctors called it when they finally discharged us. I should have felt relieved. I should have felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. But as I stepped outside the hospital, the cold air filling my lungs, something in my chest still felt tight. Four weeks. That’s how long we had been stuck in that place - four weeks of beeping machines, fluorescent lights, and hushed voices whispering about whether we’d make it. I had spent every one of those days sitting by Natalie’s bedside, waiting for her to open her eyes, for her to say my name. And when she finally had, I’d felt something break inside me - relief so strong it had made my legs weak. Now, she stood beside me, her hand tucked into mine, looking up at the sky like it was the first time she had ever seen it. The sun cast a warm glow on her skin, but she still looked too pale, too fragile. Her body was thinner than before, her movements slower. But her grip on my hand was st
Darkness. That was all there was at first. A deep, heavy nothingness that felt like me feel like sinking underwater, like being swallowed whole by a world without sound or light. Then came the pain. It was dull at first, a distant throbbing somewhere deep in my body. Then it sharpened, spreading like fire through my veins. My head pounded, my hands felt like they weighed a thousand pounds, and something tugged at my skin - tubes, maybe? I tried to move, but my body didn’t want to listen. Panic curled in my chest. Where was I? I forced my eyelids to move, even though they felt glued shut. A soft beeping sound filled the air, slow and steady. The scent of antiseptic, which was sharp and clean, filled my nose. The air was cold, almost too cold, biting at my skin. A hospital. Memories hit me all at once. The attack. The blood. The feeling of slipping away. I was supposed to die. A shaky breath left my lips, and I turned my head slowly. The effort sent a sharp sting down my neck,
The city had never felt this big. The streets stretched on endlessly, the lights flashing past like blurs of color as I pushed the car faster. The call kept repeating in my head, a cruel echo that refused to fade. "She lost a lot of blood. There's a high chance she won’t survive." My fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. No. She couldn't die. I refused to let her die. The car roared as I sped through a red light. Horns blared, tires screeched, but none of it mattered. My heart pounded against my ribs like a war drum, my breaths coming out sharp and uneven. The world outside blurred, but my mind was painfully clear. I could still see her face, pale and weak, lying in a pool of her own blood. The memory was like a knife twisting in my gut. "Hold on, Natalie. Just hold on." I had never prayed before. Not once in my life. But as I raced through the city, I found myself muttering desperate words under my breath. I didn’t care who was listening.