Ethan’s POVIt’s now been two weeks since Elizabeth signed the engagement contract. Now I badly regret not making it a marriage contract instead.It’s the weekend today and I could have gone to work but I decided to spend the day with Spitfire.“I’ve already been shown around the house. Alexa did that like—the first day I stepped into this house.” Spitfire’s emerald green eyes are glowing as she protests.“There’s no harm in being shown around again—by me.” I smirk.I’m standing in her doorway. Since that night I kissed her in her sleep and she woke up… she hasn’t let me into her room.A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth as I reminisce about that beautiful moment. Sincerely, I had not wanted to do that. But her mouth—her rosy pink pouty lips, they were enchanting—they’re enchanting.They call for me every time my eyes wander to them, like they want me to capture them in mine all the time… forever.“Exactly. YOU are the problem. I don’t want to do any sightseeing with YOU.” She gla
Ethan’s POVI hear the door creak open, followed by approaching soft sounds of flip-flops on the floor.When she gets to the bedside, we lock eyes and she gently settles on the space beside me, her eyes never leaving mine.She must have also had a shower as the scent of vanilla fills my nostrils as she sits.She’s wearing a cream coloured gown that compliments her fair glass skin. I should insure that. Infact, I should insure her entire being.“Are you running temperature?” Spitfire places her palm on my forehead, checking my temperature.“I’m fine,” I smile.“And you don’t need anything? You aren’t hungry…”I am, baby. But for something—someone—else.“I don’t need anything except you by my side. And I have that already.”I see a tint of pink appear on her cheeks.“Spitfire, can you sleep beside me?” I ask all of a sudden.I don't even know where it popped out from.I brace myself for her response. Is she going to hit me? Curse at me? Barge out the door?Hell.However, without saying a
General POVShe stirs the smoothie well, adds some ice and goes back to what she's doing.A few minutes later, Alexa comes back into the kitchen, panting.She hands the bag of medicine to Moana, who smiles gratefully. Moana nudges in the direction of the glass of smoothie with her head, "Hurry, take it up to Lizzy, she must be expecting you.""Ah, thank you Moana." Bouncing, Alexa quickly carries the tray and heads upstairs.She knocks lightly on the workshop door before entering."Here, ma'am." Grinning, she sets the tray down next to Elizabeth."Thank you, Alexa, what would I do without you?" Elizabeth smiles and takes the glass of smoothie.It's a sunny afternoon and she's been working since the morning.She swallows the contents in one gulp, belching contentedly. Crunching on the ice, she gives Alexa a thumbs up before returning to her sewing. A few seconds later, however, she begins to feel sleepy.Yawning, Elizabeth sighs. "I think I'll go to my room and take a nap. That smoot
Arthur must have called the hospital we were coming, because my GPs are all here.If they know what's best for her, they'd better make Spitfire wake up - or..."Fuck!" I punched the hospital wall in anger.I don't know how long the doctors have been in the emergency room with Spitfire, but it feels like a decade.I paced up and down the corridor, my mind, my head, my soul, all confused.If something bad happens to her..."Mr Moore,"I snap out of my thoughts and turn to the doctor. "Doctor Smith, how is she? Can I go in - how is she, say something - please."I'm not myself at all right now.Now I know how it feels—to be in a situation like this—waiting for news of your loved ones. The news comes in two categories: good and bad. And you have no idea which one you're going to hear, so all you can do is let the anxiety eat away at you as you wait for the NEWS.Doctor Smith has been the Moore family doctor since before I started walking. He's the best at his job, so...He sighs, a frown c
Elizabeth’s POV“Fortunately, I arrived home early and found you, immediately taking you to the hospital. The doctor suggested that your fainting spell was likely due to overwhelming stress. "What's been weighing on you, Spitfire?" Ethan pauses. "Would you like to get away for a while? Maybe a vacation with me? With your best friend?"Though I struggle to accept Ethan's words, deep down, I know they're not far from the truth. The evidence is written on my body—aches, and a small scar on my arm, a reminder of the needle from the hospital…It takes me a while to find my voice."How is it possible that I was completely unaware of all this? I was unconscious the entire time..."Ethan simply nods, a silent acknowledgment.It's astonishing how swiftly life can spiral out of control...Stress... Derek. Truth be told, I haven't fully recovered from what he put me through.It's undoubtedly him."No, I don't need a vacation. Not at the moment."I have to move past Derek. He's not worth my time,
Elizabeth’s POVAfter finishing my meal, I gather the empty plates and head to the kitchen to wash them myself. Naturally, Ethan follows me, keeping me company as I work.Lately, I've noticed myself slipping into laziness more and more each day. My routine consists of sewing, watching movies, playing games, eating, scrolling through my phone, and sleeping.I realize I need to make a change before I become completely spoiled and useless.Engaged in one of Ethan's amusing conversations, I breeze through the dishes without even realizing it.As we exit the kitchen, laughter still bubbling between us, we pass through the dining area and head towards the stairs.Suddenly, a foreign voice interrupts our laughter, causing both Ethan and me to freeze in our tracks.We turn around to find..."..."It's that woman, Anna Campbell or whatever her name is, standing there in the enormous living room.I blink rapidly as she approaches us in her high heels."My love," she purrs, aiming for Ethan's li
Elizabeth’s POVOh, it feels like paradise.Grinning widely, I close my eyes, convinced that anyone who touches this bed will fall asleep instantly.No doubt about it! Or so I think.As I start to drift off, I feel something slide around my waist. My brows furrow in confusion. It feels like a hand. A large, possessive hand.Slowly, I open my eyes.***Ethan’s POVAs I slip my hand around Spitfire's waist from behind, she swiftly turns to face me.Even in the dimly lit room, I can see her brows furrow with confusion."What's going on?" she asks, her voice tinged with uncertainty."Exactly what's going on, baby," I reply, keeping my hand draped around her waist as I stroke her back.She gazes at me, her eyes widened in disbelief."I'm in bed with my fiancée—""I'm. Not. Your fiancée!"Oh, but you are, my dear."It's fake. We need to act like it's—" Before she can finish her sentence, I capture her lips with mine, silencing her words."Hmmm," Spitfire moans softly, and I can't help but g
Ethan’s POVGrudgingly, I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom for my regular morning routine—pee, brush, and shower.After dressing for work, I head downstairs. Spitfire won’t stop bugging me about not going to work these days. She knows I started working from home because of her and she feels guilty.So, I’m back to going to work daily. Before leaving the house, I check up on Spitfire. I knock on her door, but she doesn't respond. As much as I want to just open the door and... well, I stop myself.She needs her space. She's probably regretting what happened last night... She must be consumed with embarrassment right now.With an inaudible sigh, I turn away from her door and head downstairs.Moana hands me a cup of coffee as usual, and I stride outside, sipping it thoughtfully. However, as I reach the door, realization hits me, and I turn back around immediately."Has she left?" I demand as I stride back towards Moana.Moana shakes her head in response.Damn it!"Where
Ethan’s POV"Ethan, don't speak to your father like that," Mum chides gently.I turn to face her. "I'm disappointed, Mum. I want what you both have—genuine love, a real marriage. Why won’t you let me have that?""It's not as simple as you think. Our circumstance was different," Dad interjects firmly."How so? Just because Mum was from a wealthy background and so were you too? But ‘cause Spitfire’s an orphan and not wealthy, our love isn't genuine? Do you think she's after my money? That's absurd!"Dad clears his throat uncomfortably while Mum avoids eye contact.As I expect.Shaking my head, I exit my office, ignoring Mum's plea for me to return.So, it turns out my parents are the ones behind Spitfire leaving me. They've been the ones causing me this unbearable heartache all along, while I've been wrongly blaming Spitfire and resenting her.Strangely though, the more I resent her, the deeper I find myself falling in love with her."Arthur, find out everything about the day Spitfire l
General POV"Sir," Moana approaches Ethan's bed with purposeful strides, being cautious not to spill the juice in her hand.On the bed, Ethan lies still, almost lifeless.Moana gently sets the glass cup on the bedside table and settles on the edge of the bed, sighing.Ever since Elizabeth left the house, Ethan hasn't been himself. It started when he returned from that night, having gone to Elizabeth's apartment. Upon his return, he headed straight to his bedroom, gathered a few important items, and had his chopper land on the rooftop.Without saying a word to anyone, he departed in the helicopter.It was only later, when Moana placed a call to Arthur, his personal assistant, that she learned he had flown out of the country.Since then, Ethan only returned home a couple of days ago.Initially, Moana thought that with Ethan being out of the country, by the time he returned, he'd have forgotten all about Elizabeth and returned to his normal self. However, that hasn't been the case since
General POV"Um, I want to thank you for putting in so much effort into this, so far..." Elizabeth begins, her voice tentative.The day she left Ethan's mansion, Derek somehow got wind that she was back in town. He showed up at her doorstep that night, his face bearing visible bruises from the other day Ethan battered his face. He apologized profusely for everything and begged for a second chance.Elizabeth didn't agree immediately. However, after days of Derek persistently pleading with her, she finally relented."You have to work to earn my trust," she told him firmly.With a mix of relief and excitement, Derek agreed to her terms, eager to prove himself worthy in Elizabeth's eyes.“I know that for the past few weeks, you've been making an effort to show me that you've changed. And I appreciate that. It's not often you find someone willing to grow and improve," Elizabeth acknowledges.Derek's grin widens. "Exactly! So, are you ready to give us another chance? To go back to how thing
Ethan's POVI scrutinize the envelope Moana is holding before reluctantly accepting it. With cautious fingers, I tear it open and extract a crisply folded letter.My pulse quickens as I unfold the paper, torn between disbelief and apprehension. What if this isn't a ruse? What if Spitfire truly has left me?As I delve into the letter's contents, a weight settles in my chest. Exactly what Moana just told me Spitfire had said is the summary of what's in the letter.Damn it."Sir," I brush past Moana, unwilling to entertain further devastation.None of this is true. The letter is a fabrication. Spitfire would never abandon me. She's content here—with me.Stepping outside, I snatch the Maybach's key and slide into the driver's seat, determination surging through me. I refuse to accept these falsehoods.With the engine roaring to life, I peel out of my driveway onto the deserted road.Spitfire would never.I race to her apartment building, every heartbeat a thunderous echo of my anxiety.Pu
General POVFor a moment, the room is consumed by a heavy, oppressive silence.Finally, Elizabeth nods politely. "I understand, sir."Slowly, she turns and heads upstairs. She hadn't come to Ethan's mansion with anything but herself and her phone, so she picks up her phone from the bed. However, as she makes to leave the bedroom, she collapses on the bed and bursts into hot tears.Elizabeth can't believe this is happening to her. Again. All her life, she's been cast aside by everyone. She doesn't fit anywhere. She's never fit anywhere, anyway.After a couple of minutes pass, she cleans her face with her clothes and stands up on her feet. With one last look around the room, she opens the door and steps outside.Returning to the living room, Elizabeth finds Ethan's parents still seated in the same positions she left them in.Anna is also now seated, a triumphant smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth as she watches Elizabeth.Elizabeth goes to stand before the couple and then bows low
Ethan’s POVMy heart skips a beat upon hearing her words."Spitfire..."Before I can continue my sentence, I feel Spitfire's lips crash into mine, and we engage in a hot, intense romance.This one's totally different from the ones we've had before. This one's filled with feelings, raw and passionate. It's like we're confessing our love for each other with our actions.We tear off each other's clothes in a flash. And as I'm about to inch down to pleasure her, Spitfire stops me with a light squeeze on my shoulder.Her gaze doesn't leave mine as she lies back and slowly spreads her legs wide for me, nodding gently.Fuck."Are you sure?" I whisper.Spitfire nods again.Fuck.I lean in and kiss her deeply, focusing all my attention on her mouth. With one hand, I guide my cock to her pussy, rubbing the tip against her entrance."Are you sure?" My voice is barely audible as I ask this question again, my eyes searching her face for any sign of hesitation. But there's none.She nods.Without w
Ethan’s POVOh, fucking hell. I have no idea when I close the space between me and Spitfire. I signal for the gates to be opened, and as soon as I step outside, I send He-goat sprawling onto the ground with a punch to the face.Who the hell does he think he's talking to?I crouch low, grab the collar of his hideous shirt, and start hitting him hard in the face.No one talks like that about my woman. No one.Spitfire rushes to my side and wraps her arms around me. "Please, stop. Just leave him," she pleads, sobbing softly.Aw.I bite my bottom lip hard, releasing He-goat's collar. His lifeless body slumps onto the ground immediately, his face battered and bloody."Don't you ever in your life speak of her in that manner again, you worthless piece of shit!" I send him a death-threatening glare and curse him in Italian, “capro!”Spitfire's body is quivering terribly as she leads the way inside. However, I'm still too angry to even try to comfort her. Plus, there's blood all over my hands
Elizabeth’s POV"E-Ethan, you're back?" Anna stutters."Are you insane? Have you forgotten you're in our home," Ethan glances at me as he speaks, "and not yours? You dare to raise your hand at her—my fiancée?! Where did you get the audacity from?! What are you doing in her workspace?!"Anna winces in pain as Ethan's grip grows tighter. Tears form in her eyes, and I can't help but feel sorry for her."You're hurting me, Ethan," she whispers in pain, struggling to break free."Know your place, Anna. This is the last time I'll be nice," Ethan says firmly, releasing her."Ethan..." Anna sobs."You hurt me because of this..." She throws me a hateful glare that sends a chill down my spine before stomping out of the workshop.After she's gone, Ethan's facial expression softens as he glances at me. "Are you okay? You aren't hurt anywhere, are you?"I shake my head, studying his face as if searching for something amidst his protective demeanor. This man, his constant guard over me... he's stirr
Ethan’s POVGrudgingly, I climb out of bed and make my way to the bathroom for my regular morning routine—pee, brush, and shower.After dressing for work, I head downstairs. Spitfire won’t stop bugging me about not going to work these days. She knows I started working from home because of her and she feels guilty.So, I’m back to going to work daily. Before leaving the house, I check up on Spitfire. I knock on her door, but she doesn't respond. As much as I want to just open the door and... well, I stop myself.She needs her space. She's probably regretting what happened last night... She must be consumed with embarrassment right now.With an inaudible sigh, I turn away from her door and head downstairs.Moana hands me a cup of coffee as usual, and I stride outside, sipping it thoughtfully. However, as I reach the door, realization hits me, and I turn back around immediately."Has she left?" I demand as I stride back towards Moana.Moana shakes her head in response.Damn it!"Where