Just like Lucian said the next morning, Josie and the other maids came knocking on my door. At first, I decided to ignore whoever was behind the door. It was too early, and I was too exhausted to move. Last night was way too super freaky for me to be moving up and down. The thought of going berserk again was eating at my consciousness. But even when I decided not to move, it didn't stop whoever was at the door from knocking. Irritated, I hurried and opened the door. "Just what the heck do you want?" I demanded, staring right at Josie and ignoring the other two. "Good morning, Ma'am," Josie greeted with a smile, ignoring my annoyed expression. Sighing, I snapped, "Just tell me what you want. I don't have time to play housewife." "Oh, we are sorry for disturbing your slumber," she suddenly apologized, glancing at the other two knuckleheads who were obviously yawning disgustingly, evidence that they too got out of bed too early. But I couldn’t care less. "Josie," I called with no hin
Sighing, I can't believe I'm hoping for a better gown when I should be calling this whole thing stupid. Ignoring their sudden outburst, I sat down and faced the big light mirror, staring at my reflection as the maids got busy with my hair and make-up. Seriously, God is amazing... how in heaven did he create human beings, especially girls? I questioned. For the past weeks, I looked like someone who just got out of a mental hospital, which, by the way, is the truth. I even tried to apply a little makeup to my face just in case Lucian came into my room, but right now, staring at my own reflection, I look like a goddess, just after a few brush strokes. "Damn, I look good," I whispered, and Josie smiled. "Yes, Ma'am! You're beautiful, and you should keep looking like this…" she said and added, "I mean no offense with that... It's just since you married Mr. Creed, I haven't seen you going out shopping or even dressing fancy like... you know." With raised eyebrows, I replied from the mi
As Mira commenced her descent, Jake's gaze was captivated by her. He couldn't help but experience a sudden jolt of surprise at her transformation. Despite her sometimes unpredictable nature, there was an undeniable allure to her as she moved gracefully down the stairs. Absolutely, I'd be delighted to add a touch of comedic flair to the interaction: He approached Lucian, his voice laced with a hint of genuine appreciation, and greeted, "Hey!" Lucian's response was a nonchalant, "What?" "Ah, I see we're not exactly embracing the 'happily ever after' spirit today," Jake quipped, a playful glint in his eyes. Rolling his eyes, Lucian clarified, "Jake, it's not a wedding. Just a photo shoots." "Well, my dear Lucian, semantics aside, you've managed to snag a bride-to-be who is, I must say, absolutely breath-taking," Jake remarked, his gaze trailing in the direction of Lucian's fixed attention—the cameraman. Lucian's brow furrowed in bewilderment. “Seriously, what are you talking abou
In his embrace, my thoughts were in utter disarray. The soft press of his lips against mine lingered, the kiss stretching out into a suspended moment that felt both exhilarating and bewildering. Was it lasting longer than it was intended to? Perhaps he, too, was caught up in the intensity of the moment, or at least that's what I believed—until the photographer's voice sliced through the atmosphere. "All done," the photographer's announcement severed the spell, and Lucian swiftly pulled back from me. The abruptness of his movement was almost startling, as if the kiss had been a figment of my imagination, dissipating into thin air the instant reality pushed back in. As my gaze remained fixed upon him, there was an absence of any visible emotional or physical impact from the kiss. No tell-tale sign that the shared moment had stirred anything within him. A sigh slipped inward, a mix of resignation and a pang of disappointment. "It was all an act after all," I whispered under my breath,
Being rich certainly has its perks, and Lucian Creed was a man who knew how to spend his money.After a luxurious ride on the most beautiful and expensive jet plane, we landed in Australia. Although it was my first time in the country, I did my best to act as if it were not, blending in seamlessly with the surroundings.Upon arriving at the four-star penthouse, I couldn't help but lose all my acting skills. I found myself constantly turning my head to take in every aspect of the opulent surroundings.The place was undoubtedly a four-star gem. It exuded extravagance with security cameras strategically placed everywhere, guards and maids attending to their duties, and two elegant water fountains gracing the entrance. The garden was meticulously well-kept, adding to the overall grandeur of the place.The interior of the penthouse was even more dazzling, and it served as a stark reminder that I was nowhere near this man's league. If this husband-and-wife facade were real, the stark contra
Lucian Creed sighed wearily as he made his way to the room they were supposed to share.Jake's words echoed in his mind: "Aren't you taking the plan a little too far?" The doctor's question had lingered, and Lucian couldn't help but wonder if he was indeed pushing the boundaries of their elaborate scheme too far, but…‘Like he would know the answer to that,’He knew for a fact that he had the means to carry out the plan without having to go through all this trouble. He could have ignored her plan and instead used her illness as leverage to get to Nicholas, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. There was something about her, something that had him entangled in this charade, something he couldn't quite explain.It was funny how just a few months ago, Lucian had been nothing but a heartless man, ready to destroy everything and anything related to Nicholas Dolman, without caring who got hurt in the process. So, what had happened? What had changed in him? How had a seemingly crazy w
"I just heard from Kiya that the guest who came with Mr. Creed is actually his wife," Alice, the silver-haired maid, shared with her fellow maids, Rose and Tara.Tara chimed in, "I heard the same thing too. Who would have thought he had a wife?"Rose, the redhead, challenged them, "You're talking as if you know the guy. We've been working here for the past months now, and yet I still haven't seen him face to face," she added with a hint of frustration.Tara nodded, agreeing, "Yes, only Kiya spoke with him. Being the head maid has its perks, I guess." The maids exchanged curious glances as they discussed the unexpected revelation about their mysterious employer.Alice suddenly voiced her irritation, asking, "Who even made her the head of the maids?" Her frustration was clear as she continued, "Just because she came here first before us doesn't exactly make her the senior to us all, I mean she is the youngest."Rose responded with a frown, acknowledging, "Hmm, yes, she is our senior bas
As we followed Ken, Lucian's warm hands gently encircled my waist. Despite his pleasant smile and attempts at light conversation, my mind went inexplicably blank. It wasn't due to nervousness or fear about the impending introduction to the household as his new wife; rather, it was Ken's words that continued to trouble me Why did he ask me that? What led him to believe I had feelings for Lucian? How could he possibly know? Heaven, I've spent months trying to deny the inevitable, and suddenly, out of nowhere, some shrewd toy figured it out? How the hell did this happen? Why him of all people?" I kept questioning, my thoughts spiraling in confusion and doubt. Lucian's voice sliced through my internal turmoil, jolting me back to the present. "MIRA!" he yelled, his tone tinged with impatience. I flinched at the suddenness of his call, my heart racing. "What?" I stammered, struggling to regain my composure. Lucian hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine. "What...?” he