Florence found herself standing in front of the mirror, dressed in white gown. It was a bride gown. It was beautiful and Florence thought that this dress was now a waste. She almost felt bad for that.
The room was a chaotic mess but she stood calmly , observing herself in the mirror. Violet had made her look beautiful. The staff were running around the house of her in-law.
Her off shoulder White gown highlighted her collarbone but she couldn't wait to take this gown off, it was too heavy for her. The gown was kind of irritating her skin as well.
It was her wedding day and her groom had gone missing.
She adjusted her hair a little as she looked at her mother who was sitting on the chair with her head in her hands.
Her mother was about to lose a fortune, of course she would be sad.
She wasn't surprised that Edwin, her fiance, disappeared. The man never wanted to marry her and he had subtly made it clear for her a lot of times by taking her on a date and not saying a single word to her or by not showing a single ounce of interest in the wedding planning.
She understood him after all she wasn't interested in marrying him either and it had nothing to do with the fact that the man was sitting in a wheelchair.
Edwin was a good looking guy, he was polite and rich . He had a beautiful smile too but Florence was not interested in marrying someone she didn't love.
They both were just pawns of a business deal. They had hardly spoken more than a hundred words with each other.
Florence would have never agreed to marry someone at a young age of twenty-two but she was forced by her parents. Seeing how her stepmother was not very fond of her, Florence was not surprised when they arranged to marry her off to a man who couldn't even stand on his own two feet.
Instead of standing here , she would love to sit somewhere in a library reading her favorite book or painting somewhere in the serenity of nature.
She felt hollow from inside. For this wedding, she had to drop out of her art school because according to her parents she should be a good housewife and take good care of her husband.
The said husband was gone.
She dropped out of art school, for nothing.
"Have some shame , Florence. " her step mother , Violet said as she stood from her seat and made her way towards Florence who eyed her with a blank gaze. " Your soon-to-be husband went missing! How can you be so calm?" Her voice was loud and it kind of gave Florence a headache.
" Do you want me to sit and cry that the love of my life is missing?" Florence asked instead as ahe turned to face her stepmother. " You and I both know that this marriage was of convenience and I didn't know this man much. " she said as she turned to look in the mirror again. " Unlike you, I can't fake my emotions."
"You–" her words were cut short when the door of the room was opened.
Mrs. Black, Florence's soon-to-be mother-in-law entered the room. She had swollen eyes from crying , still she gazed at Florence with hatred.
" Edwin is no where to be found." Mrs. Black said, as she continued to glare at Florence. Florence however showed no response in return. " The guest are already waiting in the hall, there are reporters waiting for the news. We can't back down now."
" What do you mean, Eva?" Violet asked . Florence can already see the hope in Violet's eyes.
" My older son will marry Florence. " Eva said and Florence felt as if all the air had left her lungs. "Tristan agreed to marry Florence. "
Tristan…
Oh no.
Florence would rather marry a handicapped person than marry a snob and a jerk of a person.
Tristan Black, the CEO of Black enterprises. He was on a list of most successful young bachelor in the country. He is just thirty-three year old and had gained a lot by his hard work. His aura screamed expensive. He would wear branded clothes all the time. His face is made for modeling but his personality is made of trash.
Florence momentarily closed her eyes. Everything will be fine, she tried to comfort herself knowing pretty well that it was not true. Tristan was totally opposite of Edwin personality wise. Where Edwin was polite, Tristan was rude and cold.
Tristan loved Edwin, his baby brother and he always looked down upon Florence, thinking that she was a gold digger. In the sense she was a gold digger but what can she do?
She loved her father dearly . Their company is soon going to be bankrupt. Tying a bond with Black family will benefit them both.
Her father was not very happy with this arrangement but the Black's had promised that they would get good care of Florence.
Florence parents made a deal that their daughter would quit her art school and be a house wife just to take care of Edwin. They promised them that she would serve Edwin and that is why the marriage was taking place .
Now that Edwin was gone they didn't had to depend on Florence but now their reputation was on line.
The news that Edwin had gone missing should not be known to the world, it would be a secret.
" Don't be so stoic, Florence." She heard Violet say and Florence wondered if Violet was talking all along while she was lost in her thoughts. "If you are happy at least learn to express your emotions." Violet said and Florence only then noticed that Mrs. Black had already left the room.
Florence was too tired to correct her stepmother. She was not happy with this marriage at all. She would rather marry the handicapped brother instead of marrying this narcissistic jerk.
As she was still processing what was about to happen in her life, the door was opened. Florence looked at the door and there stood Tristan Black, her nightmare. The man was dressed in black dress shirt and slim fitted black pants. His hair was styled elegantly. His sharp brows were furrowed as he looked Florence. Florence hated how hot the man looked. She didn't like him but she wasn't blind to not notice that the man was actually quite beautiful. It was sad that he was just a pretty face with a trash like personality. The male had his brows furrowed together as he glared at his soon-to-be wife. Florence badly wanted to squirm under his gaze but she didn't want to give him any kind of satisfaction. His gaze was intense and it felt as if he was digging a hole in her body. He looked at her as if she was something that got stuck on the heels of his shoes."Oh! Tristan! Come in please!" Violet exclaimed, her voice filled with joy as she looked at her soon-to-be son-in-law. Florence ,
The penthouse was classy as expected by Tristan Black. The walls were painted off white and the furniture was black. It had a vintage hint to it and Florence was kind of impressed by it. As they both stood in the hall with Tristan right beside Florence, Florence couldn't help but notice a fluffy gray bean bag sitting right beside a ceiling to floor window. The bean bag looked extremely cozy and Florence would love to get herself comfortable in it.Their wedding had ended an hour ago and because the world knew that this was a marriage of convenience, they didn't had to kiss. Florence was thankful for that. She didn't want to give her first kiss to someone she hated and to someone who hated her as well." This is my house." Tristan said , his words too close to her ear but she tried to not give him any reaction . Though she rolled her eyes at his words. " But you'll be living here too so make yourself comfortable. " He added and this time Florence rolled her eyes again. What a jerk.Sh
Florence found herself sitting on the chair in Tristan's lawyer's office. She wore a black dress that made her looked sophisticated in her own way. She let her hair down .This morning Tristan made sure that Florence belongings are moved into his penthouse and Florence is thankful for that. She even tried to say her thank you to him but Tristan asked her to get ready for meeting his lawyer.So , now they both sat in front of the lawyer. The lawyer was female by the way and Florence had never thought that she would see a day where Tristan would be smiling but here they are.Her husband was way too friendly with his lawyer, Lavender. She was his school friend so that means that she was older than Florence but Lavender looked way more young than her age."Nice to meet you , Florence. I am Lavender Smith." Lavender greeted with a smile and judging by the way of how she acted, she didn't seem like a jerk." Likewise." Florence said and internally winced because she sounded way too rude tha
Tristan gritted his teeth as he sat on his chair in his office. His coat was placed on the chair as Tristan narrowed his eyes at the white wall of his office. Sunlight filtered into the office from the glass wall. Just like his apartment his office was sophisticated too. White , gray and black played in the office. His office room was big with a plush white sofa along with black tea table. Nothing too much, nothing too less.Tristan was hurt. He was hurt because of what Florence had said. How dare she!Did she mean it when she said that she would have loved to marry Edwin instead of him?Did she even know who Tristan Black was? He was one of the richest young businessmen . He was also on the list of top 10 most handsome rich bachelors. Girls are dying to be married to him.After their argument yesterday, Florence had locked herself up in her room and frankly speaking, Tristan didn't care much. He still believed that she had to do something about the disappearance of Edwin.Tri
Florence sat on the sofa, her eyes closed as she rested her head on the back of the sofa. It has been a day since she was married to that jerk and thankfully, the said jerk was in the office since the morning. She hadn't seen him much and for that she was thankful. It was already dark outside and Florence didn't bother to check the time because she had nothing to do. She had spent her entire day alone in the penthouse. She watched a few drama episodes to pass her time. She also explored the place.She was still in awe of this place. It was spacious and elegant . However , it lacks the feeling of being cozy enough to call home. Even though it was freezing outside, her intrusive thoughts said to dive in the pool of cold water. Maybe she just wanted to feel something after what happened but she wouldn't because it was freezing cold outside. Her thoughts were cut short after she heard the door flung open. She however didn't open her eyes. She heard footsteps, a little shuffling a
"What are you wearing?" Florence heard Tristan ask as soon as she walked in the living room . Her husband was dressed in a casual light blue shirt and over washed light blue jeans. He looked amazing as always. He looked different however, a good different. His hair was not styled back like usual, instead it was messy and was falling over his forehead. He looked beautiful nonetheless if you avoid the scowl that was plastered on his face. He looked as if he was a completely different person though. He looked at Florence from top to bottom with furrowed brows and a confused look on his face. Florence looked down at her bottle green tight fitted dress and then looked at her husband who was still looking at her with a keen gaze." What?" She asked, sounding more annoyed than confused. Tristan sat straight and tilted his head to the side." Are we going to a charity event?" He asked, almost amused as he smiled innocently at his wife. Florence looked at her dress again. Did she loo
Florence always thought that Tristan was a stoic faced jerk but she was wrong because as she sat on the dining table eating her dinner with her husband and his grandparents , she saw a version of Tristan that she never thought existed. " You lost a lot of weight , grandma. Please eat some more. Florence makes the best lasagna. " He said as he placed food on his grandma's plate. Florence smiled at her when Alice, his grandma, looked at her. Alice was in her mid fifties with grey and black short hair. She wore cotton pink pants along with white shirt that made her look young. She looked extremely young for their age. Unlike Tristan, Alice was very friendly by nature." It is actually really good, dear." Alice said and Florence breathed out in relief. She didn't had enough time to make lasagna but she somehow managed to make some. She was glad that it tasted good . Old people can be nosy with food and this was her first impression on them. She didn't want to fail.Flore
" What?" Tristan asked as he walked towards his wife and stood just in front of her. Florence had to tilt her head up a little to look at him and for the first time she noticed how tall he is as compared to her but she tried to not show how intimidated she was feeling at the moment. " Want them to see you come from different room in the morning and then do you want to answer all the questions that they would ask?" He asked as he folded his arms over his chest.Florence bit the inside of her cheek as she looked up at him. " Okay." She said, voice almost inaudible. " I will get my things from my room then." She said and without waiting for his reply , she turned around and made her way towards her room.Once inside she took a deep breath. It was nothing, she tried to calm herself into believing. They have been sharing a house with each other, sharing a room with each other should not be that hard. She however made her way towards the closet and searched for her night suit .She se
Florence began to work on her assignments all over again. The professor refused to extend the deadlines as it was against the rule to do so. She had cursed at the professor for being so strict but deep down she knew that no professor would help her out . It was going against the rule. She straightened her black blouse as she sat on the stairs right in front of a beautiful lake. It was one of the most amazing spots to paint and today Florence was painting a landscape which was also her assignment. This was her second time drawing the same drawing.Past few days have been a disaster. She wasn't able to sleep for even a second and now her eye lids were getting heavy. She could really use some sleep.She brought her black coffee to her , trying her best to remain calm . Past few days, she had not seen Tristan much . The said guy would always be busy with his work. Truth to be told, Tristan kind of gave off a vibe of a playboy and Florence had no idea whether her husband was really bu
Tristan was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, his wet hair falling over his eyes as he glanced at the digital clock on the table in front of him. It blinked nine. Tristan frowned at the clock because as far as he knew, Florence is usually done with her classes before six in the evening and in extreme cases by seven. He hadn't had his dinner yet and he was looking at the door far too often. He didn't know why he was acting protective towards her , maybe because she was his responsibility or maybe because she is too young to be in his world. Not to forget that she would be an easy target for his enemies . He didn't even want to think about the circumstances. Just as he was about to call Florence, the door of his penthouse opened and in came Florence, who looked as if she was about to faint any second. A bile raised in Tristan's throat as he immediately stood from his place and threw the book carelessly on the sofa. "Where were you?" Tristan asked as he walked towards he
"Sean? Have you seen my file?" Florence asked as she walked towards Sean who sat on one of the benches in front of the university. He stopped sketching as he turned to look at her. Florence looked like a disaster at the moment. Her white pants were soiled at the bottom from mud and her long hair were tied up in a messy bun. She looked completely different from what she did when she arrived at the university. Looking how divested she looked, Sean immediately stood up and marched towards her. Beads of sweat were sticking over her forehead, her chest was heaving up and down as she frantically looked around to find her portfolio. She had brought it when she came this morning. She can't remember where she left it though." What do you mean? You had your file when we met this afternoon for lunch." Sean said and Florence looked as if she was close to crying. Her bandage was now a disaster too." I know… " Florence said her voice came out wavering. " I had it with me all the time but
Florence walked downstairs after waking up at eight in the morning. It was Saturday, the most awaited day of the week for the students. Florence was bone tired from all the work she had to do this week and hence she was looking forward to a nice weekend. She wanted to relax a little. As much as she loves to attend the university, she loves to be at her new home and do whatever she wants. She had a lot to do today with all the assignments piling up. She thought that this morning was similar to all the mornings she had for the last couple of days.But what she saw in the kitchen was not what she had ever expected. Tristan in the kitchen, wearing an apron. The man may be a jerk but he was a gorgeous jerk and Florence hate it to admit that." Are you awake yet or should I flaunt my beauty some more?" Tristan said before he looked up at his wife who was stuck on the stairs looking at him as if he had grown two pairs of horns. Her hair was wet from the shower and her long legs were
Florence sat in the cafeteria of her university. The area was filled with students trying to finish their meal in their lunch time , while Florence was busy with her laptop as she tried to write a report on a museum she visited a few days ago.It has been a week since she joined her studies again. She didn't think that she would be accepted back in the university after she had left for almost three months but the principal accepted her almost immediately. Later she discovered that Tristan was the one of the sponsors of this university and if they had not accepted her back then they would have lost a couple of thousands of dollars, they can't risk that. It was weird, especially when her professors began to treat her differently. They were much more friendly and polite to her than they have ever been. It didn't settle well with her but she had to take it for the next month or so and after that she was done with her studies.She never thought that marrying Tristan would make such a d
Six weeks later, Florence sat by the library room, reading one of the classic novels. She wore black leggings paired up with Black thirty and oversized red Sweater. The outfit was not one of her best but it was super comfortable and that was what matters after all. She tried to ignore how the housekeeper, who was currently dusting off the bookshelf , was looking at her.Florence squirmed in her seat as she tried to read the book but she felt as if Lisa , the housekeeper, was judging her.Well, how could anyone not? Everyone knew that this marriage was not out of love including the staff in the house. Lisa had hardly seen Florence and Tristan talking together and the old lady must be pitying the young soul that was trapped in this penthouse. Florence does nothing except sitting in the library or cooking in the kitchen. The lady would often give her looks filled with sympathy and Florence didn't know how to tell her that she didn't need her pity , so she just let her be.Lisa would
Well, realisation hit her pretty late. She stood behind the door of the bathroom, holding a towel to her naked self. She cursed herself for being this stupid. Her used clothes were already thrown on the floor which were now pretty wet from the shower and she can't possibly wear them. Never in a million years had she thought that she would call for Tristan by practically being naked but she was desperate. She closed her eyes bracing herself for what was about to come. She knew it was a bad idea but what can she do other than this. She can't walk naked around the house and to the other room to get herself some clothes. Once she was done preparing herself, she took a deep breath and opened the door." Tristan…" she called, voice low because she was extremely embarrassed that she was doing this. She got no reply." Tristan. " She tried again, this time a little firm.She waited for a few seconds but still no reply. By the noise coming from the room it was clear that her husband was st
Florence had trouble sleeping on the uncomfortable couch. It was too hard and so she somehow ended up having a stiff back . She groaned a little when she heard noise of ruffling. She opened her eyes and saw that the sun was hardly up. It was probably six in the morning. She pulled the blanket over her head as she tried to get back to sleep. She would really love to get her precious sleep back and so she squinted her eyes tightly. She heard loud footsteps followed by loud noise of door opening and falling shut. She then heard the sound of gurgling followed by the sound of water running in the background. She groaned as she heard the door of the bathroom opening before falling shut. She groaned as she pulled the blanket down from her face and look at the culprit who took away her sleep. Before she could even say a word, she felt as if the air was knocked from her lungs. Her gaze unknowingly went further into the depth .There stood Tristan in front of the mirror, dressed in
" What?" Tristan asked as he walked towards his wife and stood just in front of her. Florence had to tilt her head up a little to look at him and for the first time she noticed how tall he is as compared to her but she tried to not show how intimidated she was feeling at the moment. " Want them to see you come from different room in the morning and then do you want to answer all the questions that they would ask?" He asked as he folded his arms over his chest.Florence bit the inside of her cheek as she looked up at him. " Okay." She said, voice almost inaudible. " I will get my things from my room then." She said and without waiting for his reply , she turned around and made her way towards her room.Once inside she took a deep breath. It was nothing, she tried to calm herself into believing. They have been sharing a house with each other, sharing a room with each other should not be that hard. She however made her way towards the closet and searched for her night suit .She se