Blake’s POVShe took my breath away the moment she walked out of the bathroom. It had been over thirty minutes of waiting for her to finish dressing up and honestly, she looked worthy of the effort she had put into her looks.She was clad in a flowy sundress which had beautiful red floral patterns. It hugged her body in the right places and gave her an innocent chic look. Her hair was styled in a high up-do, highlighting her facial features. I could spend all day staring at her.I still wasn’t sure what it was I was doing, but one thing I was certain about was that I could not keep on ignoring her effect on me anymore. My heart was way open to her and staying away was only going to hurt me. I could not afford any of that happening to me. She didn’t own my heart yet, and I hoped I would be able to control what it was that I felt for her.“You look so pretty, Helen.” I complimented as she walked towards me with a shy smile on her face.“Really?” Her eyes lit up at my compliment.“Yes,
Helen’s POVI watched as Blake and the man who accompanied the rude lady who had bullied me by the poolside hugged each other. They grabbed themselves like long-lost brothers and while it was a beautiful sight watching them hug each other, I couldn’t shake off the crazy feelings the rude woman elicited in me.“Fernando! Is this you in the flesh?” Blake called out after they pulled away from their hug.“It is indeed I. When I heard the news of your attack, I never knew it was this serious. The Blake Robinson that I know would have ended his enemy way before they could get a chance to attack you. What the hell happened?” Fernando asked, taking in the sight of Blake confined to the wheelchair.“Let’s just say the enemies we underestimate turn out to be the worst, but then, my lesson has been learned.” He said to the man.“I hope so,” Fernando said and his gaze traveled over to me. “You are yet to introduce me to this pretty damsel by your side. I never thought you could be hitched by a
Blake’s POVI shot Helen an angry gaze. How dare she? Did she have to take advantage of my kindness? I might be nice to her right now, but that didn’t mean she had to. There were things that I did not talk about, and my mother was one of them.“Umm, you look very angry. Is it something I said? Is it because I asked about your mom? I was just trying to know more about you, that’s all.” She said, apologetically, but it was too late for her to be sorry now.I was angry and all the painful memories I had tried to keep buried all my life flooded my head right, filling me with a very bitter taste in my mouth. This was the issue with women. You showered them with a little bit of kindness and they would take advantage of you and hurt you in the worst way possible.“You know what? I think we have had a nice dinner. Let us call it a night.” I said and wiped my mouth with my napkin and threw it on the table, showing I was done with dinner.“Come on Blake. There is no need for you to get mad at m
Helen’s POVBlake and I were yet to say a word to each other after the flopped dinner at the resort’s restaurant. I still couldn’t comprehend how a simple question had turned into something so dangerous. The way his body had tensed up and his mood changed at the question still shocked the hell out of me.Was I right all these while? Did he have something against his mom that prevented him from being nice and kind towards other women? I couldn’t understand it and I wanted to get a logical answer as to why he acted that way. I had cried myself to sleep and promised not to allow myself to get affected by his words or get invested in his emotional baggage, but helping the man to get dressed this evening, I just knew it was impossible. There was an insistent push within me that was begging me to unravel the mystery that was Blake Robinson.“You better be at your best attitude today. I am certain you know the caliber of people we would meet today. Don’t do anything to embarrass me.” He w
Helen’s POV“Oh my God, you are making me feel so bad right now. Please don’t cry.” She begged and wiped at my face.“I am not crying. It’s just, I feel so embarrassed right now.” I said, trying to get a hold of myself. I could never just be perfect.She was right. I ought to be way better dressed than this but no, I was looking like a clown. Blake must be constantly embarrassed by my looks and it could contribute to why he hated me so much. I was so unexposed and childish.“Hey, there is no need for you to feel embarrassed at all. Look, I understand that you just got married to Blake and you are still used to your usual style, so I have a proposition.”“Allow me to make up for that incident at the pool by elevating your style game. You may not be aware, but I am a model myself and I assure you, I can take your dress game from a 2 to a 10 in no time.” She bragged.I stared at the woman and couldn't help but smile. Her confidence was contagious and honestly, I wanted to look half as g
Helen’s POV“Is it safe going out to shop late at night?” I yelled over the loud whirring of the helicopter fan blades as soon as we were airbound.I was seated beside Valentina with two other women seated on the other side of the helicopter. This was my first time getting on a helicopter. It felt wobbly and I was scared we were going to overturn and crash. It didn’t help that the sun had set and the place was getting dark. One would have thought that with the status of my parents, I should have experienced some luxuries in life, but I was not fortunate. Isabella got all the perks and lovely experiences. I was usually left with only oral accounts of how their vacations and trips played out.The women all shot me confused glances and I wondered if I had said anything wrong.“What did you say?” Valentina asked.I noticed the smile playing at the corners of her lips and wondered if she didn’t hear me or was trying to be funny.“Umm, I was asking if it was safe for us to go shopping thi
Blake's POV The moment my phone pinged with a debit alert from Helen's first purchase, my mouth hung open. No, it wasn't because of the price of goods she had bought, nor was it because she was really spending my money. What shocked me was how she had figured out the pin to the card. I had gotten that card earlier on to give to her so she could use it for her running around. However, I had held onto it, hoping to teach her a lesson with it. Using her day and month of birth as her pin had been a good idea since I was getting the card for her. However, I was really surprised she had figured it out on her own. Maybe she wasn't as stupid as I always believed. More debit alerts had come in after that and I could tell she was having a swell time shopping. The last one, though, had come in just as I was getting into our suite. Funnily enough, the money she was spending from my card was nothing compared to what my celebrity girlfriends usually spend on themselves in one outing. I could
Helen's POV I felt so naked with him staring at me. My eyes were fixed on the floor, doing their best not to get in contact with his. I knew him well enough to know that the worst way to get all heady with the need for him was to look into his eyes. "What's that dress over there?" He asked and my head snapped up to see him pointing at the pile of clothes I had on the bed. "What dress?" I asked, wondering which of the dresses he was interested in. "The one with the pinky stones. It's glittering. Looks interesting." He said. I immediately recognized the dress he was talking about. It was the first dress I had bought at the store, the dress that had revealed my birthday was his ATM card's pin. I was still lost on how that was possible. Was it a coincidence, or had he deliberately set my birthday as his pin? Why would he even do something like that? I knew he was unpredictable, but at the same time, I least expected it from him. It was so unreal, especially with the attitude of hat
Helen's POV I stared at my pretty face in the bathroom mirror. Despite how pretty my face was, it was riddled with worry. Blake's question from last night danced in my head, begging for an answer. Deep within my heart, I knew what I wanted. I wanted a beautiful forever with Blake. I wanted to surrender myself to him and allow him to shower me with as much love as he could, but what was the possibility that I could get that despite his offer? We had already signed a contract stating that our marriage would last only for two years. How were our parents going to react to us being in love? This wasn't the plan. As much as it has been my greatest fantasy, there was no way I had thought of it ever happening.I, for one, was certain that my parents would not react nicely to it. I might even be accused of something I knew nothing about. Mom and Dad had a thing against my happiness, and they might not want it. It made logical sense to say no to his offer, no matter how much it might hurt
Helen's POV I walked into the apartment and was greeted by the sight of pretty little red roses littered on the floor. "What the heck?" I asked out loud as my eyes darted around, wondering what the hell was going on.My eyes followed the trail the roses made and I could see they led up to the stairs. Gosh, this had to be Blake's idea. He has been extra sweet to me for the past few days and I had to admit that I was getting used to it. A small smile lined my lips, and I couldn't help but imagine what beautiful life I could have with the man. Well, the bad thing was that I would not have the rest of my life with him. In two years, we would revert back to strangers and I needed to be careful about what I felt for him. As much as I enjoyed and craved all the feelings he elicited in me, I needed to keep reminding myself that this couldn't last forever. It would come to an end someday and I needed to prepare myself for it. Letting out a deep breath, I dropped my handbag and began to un
Blake's POV "I didn't know you would want that. I didn't want to do anything stupid that would ruin your reputation. I am sorry." She said, "It's okay," I assured and placed a hand on her waist.She flinched for a second, feeling my hands on her, but I didn't relent. She had better get used to me touching her whenever I wanted to. She was my wife and mine to do whatever I pleased. "I am sorry that my dad accosted you at the office today. I ought to have informed him of my decision. He is quite protective of me." I said, peering into her pretty face.She looked at me and nodded. "I can not blame him. One has to be careful.""Yes, but from what Dominic told me, my dad was unnecessarily harsh. I am so sorry about that." I apologized again. "Oh my. I told Dominic not to say anything about that to you. I promise you, I am over it." She said, "Please don't get into a fight with your dad." "Hey, you don't have anything to be worried about. He was only concerned about you and rightly so.
Helen's POV "Mom, what are you doing here?" I asked as soon as I arrived before my mom. However, the answer I got was a hard slap across my face. This was the second slap I was receiving today alone and I was beginning to wonder if today was cursed. Maybe I shouldn't have given in to Blake's demand that I return to work. If I hadn't listened to him, none of this would have happened. "You are a very big fool, Helen. I thought you had given this up? I thought you had come back to your senses. But no, you want to further disgrace our family, huh?" She hissed at me. I squinted my eyes at her, wondering what the hell she was talking about? If anyone was disgracing our family right now, it would be my mom."Mom, what are you talking about? I have done nothing wrong to you or Dad. I haven't tried to disgrace our family's name, so why are you here and making all of this drama?" I asked in a low tone, but that only earned me a slap to my face. Again!"Ma'am, I think you need to leave no
Helen's POV "I believe you must be satisfied right now huh?" Dominic hissed loudly at Mr. Robinson. "No, I believe this time. Give me that phone. I have to talk to my son. All of this has to be one big grave mistake." The old man yelled and grabbed the cell phone out of Dominic's hand. "Son, what the hell is this? How can you make her work in your office? She is not capable of ruling this company. Don't allow her lies and talks to get to you." He hissed. "Dad, I am not being manipulated in any way. I just need direct control of the company. You are so busy with projects from our other companies. You are also against anyone from the board acting in my stead and that is understandable because they are all dogs who are waiting for an opportunity to overthrow us. We don't want someone trying to take the company from under my nose." Blake explained to his father. "Great. I am glad you know that someone out there is desperate to take your position and place in this company. Why don't y
Helen's POV I sat at Blake's office chair and my hands flooded with sweat as the weight of what I was doing weighed on me. It had been months since I was last in this office and everything looked and felt so different. I still couldn't believe I had agreed to do this for Blake, not after all the evil he had meted out to me in this office. My eyes went to the west part of the wall and I recalled the way I had lost my virginity to him. It was brash and fast, but still so pleasurable. My body flushed with excitement as the memories danced in my head and I clenched my vaginal walls tightly to prevent myself from flooding with my juices, but that only managed to make everything worse. A knock sounded on the door, and I took a breath in, putting myself and my emotions together. "Come in," I answered and Dominic walked into the office, looking as sharp and dashing as ever. "Oh my. Helen, you look like a female president of the United States. I am super impressed by how you look." He sa
Blake's POV I watched Helen's eyes mist up with tears and honestly, mine went misty too. There was so much joy in watching her get so excited seeing me walking on my own. Wasn't this what she had wanted earlier on? Well, it was happening now, and I couldn't be happier giving her what she wanted. "Blake, you just took a step." She said in excitement. "Yes, I did," I said and tried to take another step, but my legs suddenly felt so wobbly, and pain shot through me, making my knees go weak. My therapist held me back with a firm grip and kept me from falling to the floor. Gently, she led me to the bed and made me lie down. Helen was by my side in seconds and she had a worried look in her eyes. "You need to calm down, Mr. Robinson. I know you are very excited at the prospect of walking again, but you need to calm down. You are moving really fast and if you wear your body out in time, you might create even worse injuries for yourself. Recovery is a slow and steady process." She said,
Helen's POV I watched Blake take on the next lap of his session with a dexterity and strength that shocked even me. The therapist was trying to get him to stand properly, and it was quite a challenge, especially since he hadn't walked or stood upright for months. Well, he has been shocking me ever since he gained consciousness. Everything about him had changed, and I feared what would become of me when he finally switched back. "Then you tell him you want a divorce." The voice in my head hissed at me. Even though it sounded like a possible decision to make, I knew I might not be able to make it. The best time for me to have demanded a divorce was the day he went into a seizure. I had the boldness, courage, and the conviction to demand that at that time. Unfortunately, now, I wasn't as strong as I was then. My phone rang beside me, drawing my attention away from Blake and the therapist. I stared at the screen to see it was Dominic calling. I let out a deep breath and picked up the
Helen's POV What the hell had happened to Blake? This question danced a lot in my head as I led him into his penthouse. Ever since he woke up from his seizure-induced coma, he has been unusually nice to me. Like really, really nice, and it was kind of disturbing. Yes, I always wanted him to act nicely towards me, but this was all too sudden. It was as though I was seeing a really different version of the man, and it scared me. Who the hell was he and what had happened to him after that seizure?Well, I couldn't get answers to that since I didn't bring myself to ask that question. He looked so fierce and dominating and it filled me with a lot of chills. "Welcome home, Mr. Robinson." The maids all welcomed us as soon as we entered the apartment. There were no balloons, confetti, or other decorations, and somehow, I was grateful for that. His first welcome home had been so colourful and I didn't want to rush jinxing things up. "Thank you everyone." He smiled deeply at them and held