Today was the wedding day and Isabella's voice kept ringing in my ears, "Everything had to be perfect today." That was what she had told me last night.I went to conduct a final check of the wedding hall just as she had instructed me to do, to ensure everything had been decorated the way she wanted it to be.Everything had to be perfect, and not a single flower or chair out of place, if anything was out of place, Isabella would never let me live it down.She would even go as far as accusing me of trying to ruin her perfect wedding day and that couldn't be any farther from the truth, I was nothing but happy for her.She was my only sister, though we didn't have the same parents, as I was adopted from the orphanage when I was little, it still didn't change anything. Isabella hadn't accepted me as her sister yet, she never failed to remind me of where I was from every chance she got, but I would continue to support her in everything. I was more than happy to help too.I was still examin
I snatched the envelope from her and opened it as quickly as I could. It was still sealed, so I knew they hadn't opened it yet. I found a handwritten letter inside, it was written in Isabella's writing, I started reading:"Mum and dad, I'm sorry, but I can't marry Blake, I know this might come as a huge shock to you but this is what I want, I hope you'll understand why I had to do this. And don't look for me please, I'm fine. I'll come back when I'm ready." She hadn't even bothered to mention me in her letter.Of all the things I expected to go wrong today, a missing bride was not one of the things I planned for. How do I do damage control to a missing bride situation?I ran to our parents room, we needed to come up with a solution and we needed to come up with it fast, I knocked once and entered. On entering, mum was seated at a vanity table, retouching her makeup while dad was sitting in one of the chairs, reading a newspaper. "Mum? Dad?" I called out to them and they turned to me
I heard the crowd murmuring behind us, they were wondering what was happening. Blake took another look at me and I don't know why he changed his mind but he stepped forward and held his hand out for me to take.I sighed inwardly in relief and took his hand, mounting the alter with him.Throughout the entire service, he didn't even look at me. To the others, it looked like he was staring into my eyes but he was actually looking over my head.The service ended after the priest pronounced us as husband and wife and before we could do anything, Blake grabbed my hands, and pulled me out of the wedding hall. My parents and his dad were right behind us as well, when we were now in a secluded area he turned and addressed the small crowd that had gathered around us. "We're meeting back at the ballroom in the next ten minutes." That was what he said and stormed off."What trick are you trying to pull on us Mr and Mrs Davies?" His father also asked before turning in the opposite direction and
They didn't hug me goodbye or anything, if I didn't know better, I'd say they had been waiting for an opportunity to dump me all this while and the right opportunity just presented itself in the form of Blake Robinson. I didn't say anything, I just nodded, turned around and followed Blake out of the room. A sleek black car was waiting for us at the main entrance and when we entered, the car zoomed off immediately to God knows where, I wanted to ask Blake where we were going but I had a feeling he wouldn't answer, so I decided to keep my mouth shut instead. The air in the car was filled with thick tension and I wished I could say something to Blake.He must have read my mind because he set his phone down on the middle console before turning to me, "I have to say, it's a nice trick you and your family pulled on me, I didn't realise it was a family of foxes." What he said sounded like a compliment on the surface level but I knew better, I heard the insult in his words from miles away
I made sure to only leave my room to eat when I knew he already had his meal and that he was done eating. He usually retired to his study after every meal and I knew those periods were my safe time. It was those few hours I had to do as I pleased without judgment or complaints from anyone. Today was Monday though and it was time to go back to work. I was nervous about going to work today, probably because I knew the whole office would have heard about my wedding to Blake Robinson. It was bad enough that some people already thought I didn't deserve the position in our office. They claimed I should allow someone who really needed the job to have it, instead of me who already had everything. Only if they knew the truth.I shook off those comments immediately and focused on getting dressed. I was a computer technician at a small firm that recently hit the market. When I was finished dressing, I knew the possibility of running into Blake this morning was high, so I composed myself and
I looked up to him and saw my phone in his hands, "Call your workplace yourself and tell them you quit." He demanded and tears welled up in my eyes again. I had gotten a job in that company through my hard work. I didn't get it through any connections whatsoever, so the fact that he was making me do this was gut wrenching. I took my phone and dialed the CEO's contact. He picked up immediately, "Helen, what the fuck? I've been trying to reach you all day. So you suddenly marry Blake Robinson and our small firm isn't good enough for you anymore?" He lashed out. This was all a misunderstanding and I wished I could clear up the misunderstanding but there was nothing I could do, my hands were tied. "I'm sorry Daniel, but I quit." I whispered into the phone. "You know what, you can go fuck yourself Helen ." He hung up the call and Blake started laughing. He was laughing at my misery. He didn't say anything again and wordlessly left his study, with the door wide open. I slowly rose to
I needed to know what the actual terms of this contract were though, I needed to know what both parties were getting from this arrangement and see if there was a way I could use it to my advantage. Two years wasn't a long time if I was being honest with myself, but was this how the next two years of my life was going to be? With walking on eggshells around who was supposed to be my husband? I couldn't do it, I needed to do something about my current predicament, I needed to find a way to free myself, that was the last thing I thought about before surrendering to the darkness. "Hey, wake up! Did I tell you, you could sleep?" I heard a voice from a distance and something poking my back as well. I groaned out in protest and even turned in the opposite direction, oblivious to the fact that I was not on my bed at the present moment, "Pathetic." The voice said before walking away. And there was perfect silence and peace I thought. Before I could get too deeply engrossed with my sleep a
Before I could get lost or dwell too much on what working here would mean for me, Blake's words interrupted my thoughts, "Why are there reporters out here again? I thought I told the PR team to take care of them?" He asked the person behind the steering wheel. "Yes you did sir, but they insist you be the one to address them. They said they won't stop till you give them an audience." The man explained. Blake was annoyed, there were stress lines on his face too, "Fine then, let's get this done and over with once and for all." He said and I didn't know what he meant by that, but I knew he was up to something. The car came to a stop in front of the building, and he turned to me, "Stay here, follow my lead and talk only when I ask you to." He instructed me and I knew he was very serious. I didn't want to defy his serious and direct orders, I didn't want to know what the consequences of doing that would be.The reporters swarmed around the car like hungry bees, thankfully, the security
Blake's POV The first image that greeted my eyes when they fluttered open was the sight of Helen standing beside me and staring down at my face with a pretty smile on her face. I couldn't explain it, but there was something so exciting about the prospect of seeing a woman smile so brightly at me. Her smile was like a breath of fresh air to me and I wanted to bask in her pretty smile. "Blake. You are awake. I would ring for the doctor now." She said and pressed the bell that was by my bedside. "Where have you been?" I found myself asking as I stared at her face, trying to take in every inch of her. The last thing I recalled seeing was her pretty face before I was thrown into a very terrible abyss, one that was so dark and frightening. I had feared I was never getting out of it, but seeing her here, I had great reasons to believe her presence was responsible for everything. "What do you mean by that? I haven't been anywhere. You were the one who was away. The doctor is coming now
Helen's POV I watched them wheel Blake away and into the emergency ward. I was still clueless about what the hell had happened to put him in that state. He had been laughing and smiling with his dad before I got into the room. Why the hell did he have to start convulsing all of a sudden?"You witch!" His dad hissed and pushed me into the wall, causing my head to bang against it and pain to explode. "Mr. Robinson, please let go of me," I yelled out, managing the pain that throbbed in my head. "You evil witch! What the hell did you do to my son? I left you alone with him for just a few minutes and you try to kill him? Why do you have to be so evil?" He yelled, banging my head repeatedly into the wall. Pain shot through me and I was so tired of fielding untrue accusations from everyone. I didn't touch Blake before he began to convulse. I had no idea why he had gone into that situation and I was just as clueless as he was. The doctor didn't say a word to me or his father explaining
Helen's POV My heart was beating at a million miles per hour as I walked to Blake's hospital room. My legs were shaking and my palms were all sweaty from apprehension. The only thing I was wishing for was for his father not to be around him. I was still going to make my demand for a divorce if his dad was with him, but it would be a lot harder for me to do that. Nevertheless, I was committed to getting what I wanted. Ending this marriage would give me the freedom I needed. It would make my life mine once again. Yes, I knew I would have some consequences for my decision, but I was more than willing to take the risk and pay my parents with their coin. They deserved whatever negative consequences that would befall them as a result of this.I got to Blake's hospital room's door and my heart was beating so fast my entire body was shaking badly at this point. Gall formed in my throat, and I suddenly found it so hard to swallow or breathe. Well, no one promised me this was going to be
Helen's POV "Mom and Dad, you both don't have to say all of these to me. I am still your daughter, one way or the other, please be kind to me." I begged, trying to put emotions aside and achieve my main aim of coming here. "You are a fool. You know that right? How can you be our daughter when we never gave birth to you? Do you think at all?" Dad asked me. My eyes shot to him, and I was on the brink of letting the tears in my eyes fall freely. Even though it was very obvious that his wife and daughter hated me with everything they had in them, he sometimes tried to be civil or pretend not to be aware of what his wife and daughter usually did to me. But to hear him insult me like this hurt more."I am sorry. I think I will just leave now." I forced myself to say instead of crashing to the floor and wailing like a baby."Oh, yeah. You had better go away. We don't want you here at all." Mom hissed at me and my stomach churned.With gentle steps, I spun around and walked out of the hous
Helen's POV "And who the hell are you to come here to look for me." My mom said, "Good day, mom." I bent my head in respect to greet her. It had been so long since we met and I didn't want to dwell on the bad blood that had stayed between us since the altercation at Blake's apartment. "I see; you just don't come into my house uninvited; you come in here and disrespect me. You must think you are special." She hissed at me. I stared at my mom in shock, wondering what the hell she was talking about. There was no way in hell I had disrespected her. All I had done was great for her. The best she could do would be to reply to my greeting. "Mom, I am so sorry if you felt disrespected by my greeting." I bowed my head to greet her again, but she raised a hand in the air stopping me from making any move. "Just stop right there. Just fucking stop right there." She hissed at me.I straightened up and my mouth hung wide open, wondering what the hell was wrong with her. It had been months sin
Helen's POV I slumped on my bed as soon as I got back to his penthouse. It had been weeks since I laid on this bed, and I was so grateful to be back. Who would have thought that I would be back up at the hospital after returning from the trip with Blake? The doctor had confirmed that his surgery was indeed successful and with a good physical therapist, he should be walking perfectly fine in no time. I was glad that his life was finally gaining back its beauty and excellence, and I wished the same for myself.Valentina's words about me having a purpose danced in my head and I knew she was right. Very right! In no time, Blake would be on his feet again and he might have no beds for me ever again. He might be even more cruel to me and treat me in the worst way possible. I needed something to keep me sane through his abuse, and the only thing I could hold onto was a purpose, just as Valentina had proposed.Taking a deep breath, I walked over to my wardrobe and picked up the copy of the
Helen's POV I walked into Blake's hospital room with small ginger steps. I couldn't explain why, but I was suddenly so nervous all of a sudden. Could it be because I have been so used to him lying weakly on the bed?"You have got this, Helen," I whispered to myself as I finally stepped into the room to see him lying on his bed with his eyes closed shut. "Blake?" His dad called out immediately after he entered the room, waking my husband up. Blake's eyes blinked wide open and he was staring at us with a small smile on his lips. "Hey, Dad." He greeted me lightly. "I am so glad you are awake. How are you doing right now?" His father ran a hand down his face. "I don't feel much. It seems like my bones are sore, but I am hopeful.""Everything is going to be okay." His dad replied."Hey, man. Helen called me over. I am super glad you are okay." Dominic said and gave him a nod. Blake exchanged a look with his dad and I could hear the silent anger in both men. I didn't intend to cause
Helen's POV I almost jumped out of my chair when I heard her say Blake would be able to walk once again. This was the best return present one could get and I was so excited."Now, don't get too excited. You have to get an MRI scan to determine if you are in a fit position to go in for the surgery. If you are cleared for surgery, we will operate and if things go well, you should be up on your feet in no time." She said to Blake."Well, then, what are we waiting for? Let's do this." I said excitedly.Blake shot me a gaze, but I didn't care. I would be the happiest person in the world to see him on his feet. There was nothing I would want more than to have him on his feet again. That way, I won't have to wait on him all day and his grumpiness would reduce.Blake was prepped and led to the scanning room. His dad and I waited while he got scanned. I watched the doctors and the radiographers say something to each other. There was a bit of heated tension in their conversation, and I wonder
Blake's POVI let out a breath as soon as our plane touched down at the private airport where I kept my plane. With each mile, we put between us and the resort island, the more distant the beautiful memories we had at the resort faded from my memory. I was finally going back to my normal version and I needed to keep myself sane. Whatever happened at the resort had to remain at the resort, and I hope you keep things that way. "Have we landed?" Helen asked as soon as our plane touched the ground. "Yes, we have landed," I answered her. "Okay." She got up and came behind me to wheel me out. She paused for a long while and echoes of my words to her before we got on the plane danced in my head. I didn't need her to help me out of the plane and I wondered if she was going to keep up with the energy. Finally, after a while, she took. A deep breath and began wheeling me out herself. I couldn't just believe it. She was helping me out even though I told her I didn't need her help? Was she