Anita found that the days after the tense evening at Nathan's estate flew by. The subtle undertone of antagonism from Harry, Nathan's controlled indifference, and the house’s suffocating silence made her feel like a ghost passing through a world she no longer recognised.Her function, while evident, was more ambiguous than ever. She had joined this marriage expecting it to be straightforward.A contract. A business transaction. But now, every moment felt like a perilous balancing act, like if the ground beneath her feet may collapse at any time.Nathan had mostly kept his distance.Their interactions were brief and transactional, centered on home affairs, with occasional frigid nod of assent or tacit agreement to maintain apprearances in public. There was no warmth or comfort. Only the impending burden of their chosen life together.She'd tried to concentrate on the details.On survival? Her mother's operation, the never-ending meetings with lawyers, and the mysterious individual th
Anita felt suffocated by the demands in Nathan's household. Despite the mansion's wealth and size, every room felt cold and menacing. Eleanor's frosty glares, Stacy's covert barbs, and Harry's overt manipulations were regular reminders that she was not genuinely welcome in this environment.For the most part, Nathan kept his distance. He was still present, but their chats were brief and their exchanges mechanical. A contract. A business arrangement. That was what he had promised her, yet the space between them felt like an abyss. She couldn't help but wonder: was there more beneath the surface? Was Nathan's indifference a shield, or did it reflect his actual feelings?Her days were filled with the humdrum responsibilities that come with being the wife of a billionaire: attending galas, pretending to be interested in charity events, and dealing with Nathan's family's continual judgement. It was taxing, but Anita had learnt to excel in her profession. She appeared to be the ideal wife,
Nathan's warning was still audible to Anita, but she refused to ignore it. As she learnt more about his business, she realised how entwined their lives were in a web of lies, treachery, and power conflicts. She was unable to simply watch what was taking place. Not any more.Days went by, and although Nathan had begun to relax, just a little, the tension between her and him remained high. There were times when he would ask her opinion on something or give a brief overview of his work, and their interactions seemed nearly normal. However, such times were infrequent, and each one left her yearning for more. She was beginning to long for a more profound relationship with him, one that went beyond their transactional, icy relationship.Anita had a new perspective on him one evening when they went to a gala together. A force of nature, Nathan was a stoic billionaire. The visitors around him seemed to pay close attention to whatever he said because of his captivating charisma. Anita
It was my third anniversary with my boyfriend. I was busy preparing to get to his place and surprise him. Harry had grown somewhat distant because of how busy his work was keeping him. He'd had to cancel our plans for the evening last minute because he'd be working really late.So I decided to bring our plans to him. I got a taxi and drove to the rich side of town. I had a key to his apartment and I went in. He wasn't home yet so I busied myself with cooking and setting up his surprise. A few hours later, I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He was a bit earlier than I'd expected. I quickly tidied up and rushed into his bathroom to freshen up. Soon, I heard him enter the room. I smiled, preparing to go out to meet him, when I heard something else and my hand paused on the doorknob. A giggle. It was loud and piercing at the same time and it was followed by kissing sounds and soft moaning. My hand tightened around the know and I opened it slightly, giving me a view o
The air was thick, heavy with silence. I turned back slowly. The man already had a robe on, but he was closer to me than I'd anticipated and our faces were only inches apart. “W-what?” I stutter “I need a wife and I think you'll be perfect for the job” He said simply like he went around asking all the women he slept with to marry him. “I don't know who you think you are but I'm not that kind of woman. This was a one time thing and I was drunk” He steps back from me and goes to the intercom on his bedside. While I'm busy standing there, in shock of his ‘proposition’ the man calls room service for his breakfast. “Is this some kind of joke to you?” “Here…” He returns to me with his business card but I barely glance at it. “Call me when you've reconsidered” He said, his words closely mirror Harry's and it angers me. “Why? Because you think I'm some cheap slut who you can use and command as you please? I don't know who you are mister, but this was a mistake and I never want to see
I picked the card off the ground and stared at it. Several thoughts came to mind as I looked at it. I turned it over but his name wasn't on it. It was just his number. For the rest of the way I pondered over the man and what he'd said. Suddenly his offer seemed like something I had to consider. He was clearly rich. If I married him, he'd help me pay for my muns surgery. I felt conflicted. I wouldn't just be agreeing to a contract. I'd be selling myself out. Sacrificing my morals and my dignity. Especially after I'd told the man I'd never call him. My room felt cold and empty that night. It seemed to feel my own inner emptiness and the thoughts battling within me. I turned and turned, unable to sleep. Around midnight, I got up for a glass of water and I ended up picking up the card again. I knew I had to make a choice. My self pride or my mother's life. My grip on the card tightened and I looked down at it. I bit my inner lip and closed my eyes before picking up my phone. I diale
After days of trying to reach him he'd finally showed up at my door to save me. “Are you hurt?” His rich voice cleared my thoughts as I stared at him, totally transfixed. I could muster up any words yet so I simply shook my head. “Come. These men will be taken care of” o didn't protest as he carried me in his arms and took me to his car. He set me down in the passenger seat and fixed my seat belt. I was still in shock. Still processing. The man drove for about a half hour and stopped in front of a grand mansion. He helped me out of the car and led me inside. I kept looking around. I'd thought Harry was rich but this man redefined the word. A small flicker of hope sparked within me. Maybe, just maybe I still had a chance to pay for mums surgery. The man took me to the living room and dropped me on the couch. A maid came soon after and offered me a glass of water. My throat was a but parched from all the yelling, so I took the water gratefully.All the while, the man observed me s
Anita's breath caught. the world around her shrank until she could only see Harry's arrogant expression. His arrogant smirk made her shiver with disgust .Her stomach churned at the irony- of all people, why did her past have to be linked to Nathan's family?Standing beside a tall tree, gorgeous woman, Harry titled his head, sweeping his look over her. “ Well, this is…. unexpected”, he remarked, amusement flashing through his eyes. “ Uncle, I had no idea you were bringing a guest. And a very familiar one at that.The subtle stress in his tone caused Anita's fingers to crul into fist. She forced herself to stand upright, her heart racing in ears. Nathan, who had remained quiet until now, spoke calmly but with authority.“She's my wife.”The world appeared to pause. A hush settled over the guest nearby, curious glance darting in their direction. Anita's throat felt drier. The word “ wife” sounded foreign and unreal, like a script she hasn't yet memorized.The woman standing next H
Nathan's warning was still audible to Anita, but she refused to ignore it. As she learnt more about his business, she realised how entwined their lives were in a web of lies, treachery, and power conflicts. She was unable to simply watch what was taking place. Not any more.Days went by, and although Nathan had begun to relax, just a little, the tension between her and him remained high. There were times when he would ask her opinion on something or give a brief overview of his work, and their interactions seemed nearly normal. However, such times were infrequent, and each one left her yearning for more. She was beginning to long for a more profound relationship with him, one that went beyond their transactional, icy relationship.Anita had a new perspective on him one evening when they went to a gala together. A force of nature, Nathan was a stoic billionaire. The visitors around him seemed to pay close attention to whatever he said because of his captivating charisma. Anita
Anita felt suffocated by the demands in Nathan's household. Despite the mansion's wealth and size, every room felt cold and menacing. Eleanor's frosty glares, Stacy's covert barbs, and Harry's overt manipulations were regular reminders that she was not genuinely welcome in this environment.For the most part, Nathan kept his distance. He was still present, but their chats were brief and their exchanges mechanical. A contract. A business arrangement. That was what he had promised her, yet the space between them felt like an abyss. She couldn't help but wonder: was there more beneath the surface? Was Nathan's indifference a shield, or did it reflect his actual feelings?Her days were filled with the humdrum responsibilities that come with being the wife of a billionaire: attending galas, pretending to be interested in charity events, and dealing with Nathan's family's continual judgement. It was taxing, but Anita had learnt to excel in her profession. She appeared to be the ideal wife,
Anita found that the days after the tense evening at Nathan's estate flew by. The subtle undertone of antagonism from Harry, Nathan's controlled indifference, and the house’s suffocating silence made her feel like a ghost passing through a world she no longer recognised.Her function, while evident, was more ambiguous than ever. She had joined this marriage expecting it to be straightforward.A contract. A business transaction. But now, every moment felt like a perilous balancing act, like if the ground beneath her feet may collapse at any time.Nathan had mostly kept his distance.Their interactions were brief and transactional, centered on home affairs, with occasional frigid nod of assent or tacit agreement to maintain apprearances in public. There was no warmth or comfort. Only the impending burden of their chosen life together.She'd tried to concentrate on the details.On survival? Her mother's operation, the never-ending meetings with lawyers, and the mysterious individual th
The night had unfurled with such intensity that Anita could practically taste it on her tounge. Harry's grin, Eleanor's chilly appreasial, and Nathan's impenetrable silence had all combined to create a dark atmosphere that remained to her even after they departed the packed patio.The huge estate's interior was as imposing as its appearance, with chandeliers gleaming above and polished marble flooring reflecting the luxury of each meticulously chosen details.Anita felt like an outsider, a sight for the family to enjoy. Despite he cool demeanour, her heart was still beating from the experience. She couldn't get rid of the memory of Harry's knowing look, the way his eyes glittered with bitter enjoyment when he addressed her past.Nathan's grip on he back was light and almost casual, yet it still sent a peculiar bolt of warmth down her spine.she was still trying to make sense of everything-what had occurred tonight, and how things had escalated so swiftly.Only a few months ago, she wa
Anita's breath caught. the world around her shrank until she could only see Harry's arrogant expression. His arrogant smirk made her shiver with disgust .Her stomach churned at the irony- of all people, why did her past have to be linked to Nathan's family?Standing beside a tall tree, gorgeous woman, Harry titled his head, sweeping his look over her. “ Well, this is…. unexpected”, he remarked, amusement flashing through his eyes. “ Uncle, I had no idea you were bringing a guest. And a very familiar one at that.The subtle stress in his tone caused Anita's fingers to crul into fist. She forced herself to stand upright, her heart racing in ears. Nathan, who had remained quiet until now, spoke calmly but with authority.“She's my wife.”The world appeared to pause. A hush settled over the guest nearby, curious glance darting in their direction. Anita's throat felt drier. The word “ wife” sounded foreign and unreal, like a script she hasn't yet memorized.The woman standing next H
After days of trying to reach him he'd finally showed up at my door to save me. “Are you hurt?” His rich voice cleared my thoughts as I stared at him, totally transfixed. I could muster up any words yet so I simply shook my head. “Come. These men will be taken care of” o didn't protest as he carried me in his arms and took me to his car. He set me down in the passenger seat and fixed my seat belt. I was still in shock. Still processing. The man drove for about a half hour and stopped in front of a grand mansion. He helped me out of the car and led me inside. I kept looking around. I'd thought Harry was rich but this man redefined the word. A small flicker of hope sparked within me. Maybe, just maybe I still had a chance to pay for mums surgery. The man took me to the living room and dropped me on the couch. A maid came soon after and offered me a glass of water. My throat was a but parched from all the yelling, so I took the water gratefully.All the while, the man observed me s
I picked the card off the ground and stared at it. Several thoughts came to mind as I looked at it. I turned it over but his name wasn't on it. It was just his number. For the rest of the way I pondered over the man and what he'd said. Suddenly his offer seemed like something I had to consider. He was clearly rich. If I married him, he'd help me pay for my muns surgery. I felt conflicted. I wouldn't just be agreeing to a contract. I'd be selling myself out. Sacrificing my morals and my dignity. Especially after I'd told the man I'd never call him. My room felt cold and empty that night. It seemed to feel my own inner emptiness and the thoughts battling within me. I turned and turned, unable to sleep. Around midnight, I got up for a glass of water and I ended up picking up the card again. I knew I had to make a choice. My self pride or my mother's life. My grip on the card tightened and I looked down at it. I bit my inner lip and closed my eyes before picking up my phone. I diale
The air was thick, heavy with silence. I turned back slowly. The man already had a robe on, but he was closer to me than I'd anticipated and our faces were only inches apart. “W-what?” I stutter “I need a wife and I think you'll be perfect for the job” He said simply like he went around asking all the women he slept with to marry him. “I don't know who you think you are but I'm not that kind of woman. This was a one time thing and I was drunk” He steps back from me and goes to the intercom on his bedside. While I'm busy standing there, in shock of his ‘proposition’ the man calls room service for his breakfast. “Is this some kind of joke to you?” “Here…” He returns to me with his business card but I barely glance at it. “Call me when you've reconsidered” He said, his words closely mirror Harry's and it angers me. “Why? Because you think I'm some cheap slut who you can use and command as you please? I don't know who you are mister, but this was a mistake and I never want to see
It was my third anniversary with my boyfriend. I was busy preparing to get to his place and surprise him. Harry had grown somewhat distant because of how busy his work was keeping him. He'd had to cancel our plans for the evening last minute because he'd be working really late.So I decided to bring our plans to him. I got a taxi and drove to the rich side of town. I had a key to his apartment and I went in. He wasn't home yet so I busied myself with cooking and setting up his surprise. A few hours later, I heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. He was a bit earlier than I'd expected. I quickly tidied up and rushed into his bathroom to freshen up. Soon, I heard him enter the room. I smiled, preparing to go out to meet him, when I heard something else and my hand paused on the doorknob. A giggle. It was loud and piercing at the same time and it was followed by kissing sounds and soft moaning. My hand tightened around the know and I opened it slightly, giving me a view o