Rachel’s POV I walked with Darius's grandma to the garden, the cold air sending chills on my skin. We had just finished dinner, and Grandma wanted to have a word with me. Darius was skeptical of letting me go alone with his grandma, but I had assured him it was okay. Even though deep down I knew it wasn’t, I could handle myself. As we walked, Darius's grandma turned to me with a serious expression. "Rachel, I want to talk to you alone about something," she said, starting. I nodded, gulping down a lump. I was anxious. Of course," I said. Darius's grandma looked at me with a critical eye. "I know you're not from our world, Rachel," she said. "I know you're not used to our way of life." I felt a bit defensive, but I tried to stay calm. "What are you trying to say?" I asked. Darius's grandma sighed. "I'm saying that I'm only letting you marry Darius because I haven't seen him show interest in any woman since his deceased wife," she said. "But you should know, Rachel, that your s
Rachel’s POVWe walked back into the house, Darius was still not convinced of the fact my conversation with his grandmother went smoothly but I had already burdened him enough.He didn’t need to know how it went.Grandma’s hurtful words still rang in my head like a broken record. I needed a drink of water to calm myself down. “Excuse me” I muttered.Darius held my wrist halting my steps, “Where are you going?” “I need to grab some water, I am but thirsty,” I say.He narrowed his stare at me before nodding and letting me go.I headed to the kitchen, hoping to find some peace and quiet and away from the chaotic drama that had happened since my arrival here.As I was getting a cup of water from the fridge, I heard the door open behind me. I turned around, and my heart sank. It was Andrew.I tried to pretend I didn't see him, hoping he would just leave me alone. But he didn't. He walked right up to me, a sneer on his face."Rachel, you're a real piece of work," he said, his voice drippi
Rachel’s POVI woke up to an unfamiliar environment. I looked around, trying to remember where I was. But everything looked new and strange. This place definitely wasn’t my place. I sat up, rubbing my eyes.Darius had driven me home from his family's gathering, but I had fallen asleep in the car. I must have slept through the whole ride because I had no memory of arriving at this place.I roamed my eyes around the long-sleeve T-shirt I wore, and my eyes widened.Shit!How is that possible? Who changed my dress?Darius?No, he wouldn’t do that.I got down the shirt barely reaching my knees, and it was oversized.I sniffed it, Darius's scent hitting my nostrils. A smile tugged on my lips as I rubbed on the fabric almost like he was next to….No!No!No!No, Rachel, you can’t possibly be thinking about him. The fresh smell of bacon hit my nostrils, and my stomach growled with hunger, my thoughts coming short, and I walked out of the room, tugging a strand of hair behind my ear.As I wa
Rachel’s POV. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as I watched Darius walk out of the kitchen, his words still echoing in my mind. "You belong to me." I gulped, a lump clutching in my throat that suddenly went dry. There was something in his tone that made me feel scared and giddy at the same time.I couldn't explain it, but it was like my body was responding to him in a way that I couldn't control. In a way, it shouldn’t, be a dangerous way.Damn it! I wet my bottom lip as I stood there, the effect of the moment still dawning on me, my cheeks heating up as I relive the moment in my head. I didn’t like how Darius was making me feel and how dominating he was in every situation; it didn’t sit well with me, yet I didn’t have a choice or say, not after I agreed to this, which I am now regretting.This was supposed to be a pretense, which it still is, but right now I feel there is more to this, and there was no doubt that Darius was attracted to me. Or could I be overthin
Rachel’s POV. I walked downstairs after getting dressed. “Miss Beaumont,” one of the maids calls out as I go downstairs. “Yes?” “Mr. Reid is in his home office; follow me, please,” she says, to which I nod. I trail behind her like a lost puppy, my hands getting cold for some reason. Darius isn’t supposed to have that much effect on me, but he does, and it sucks. God! As we got there, she ushered me in before walking away. Gulping a lump, I twist the doorknob, walking in. He was sitting behind his desk, looking at some papers. He looked up at me with a frown on his face. "Settle down," he ordered, motioning to the chair in front of his desk. I folded my hands to my chest. “I am fine standing,” I protested. He growls, “Please.” I paused momentarily before taking the seat, feeling a little nervous. Darius pushed a file across the desk to me. "I want you to look at this," he said. I opened the file and started reading. It was a marriage contract agreement. I
Riely’s POVI stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. Ashley was busy making adjustments to my wedding dress, chattering excitedly as she worked. I stared at myself in the mirror as memories of how my first bridal fitting went flooded back. I could still remember how Andrew Clare set up his schedule for me, and throughout the whole wedding season he was by my side, his assistant never running thin. My heart stung at the thought as I bit on my bottom lip. I wasn’t supposed to think about him; he had made his choice. His happiness lies with Victoria, and it’s the sad truth I had to live with. "I'm so glad you let me design your dress, Rachel," she said, beaming with pride. "You look absolutely stunning. It’s the best of my designs. I have been working on the dress for a while; I didn’t think you’d be the one rocking it, never in my wildest dreams… You can only imagine what an honor it is," she says. I let out a growl, a smile spreading on my lips just immediately,
Rachel’s POV I sucked the tears back in as I lifted my eyes, meeting with Darius's intense gaze, one that never ceased to make my heart skip.His eyes were steel grey, piercing through me almost as though he could still see through me. Which had me shivering in fear. Darius’s gaze roamed over me, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of attraction. But I knew better. This was only a business deal, with no strings attached. As I reached the altar, Dad passed my hands to Dariu’s, his cold hands coming in contact with my small ones. “Take care of her,” my dad says, to which he nods. Darius helped me up the altar before the ceremony began.Only a few people were invited to witness the wedding. We agreed to lay low and invite only relatives, and we didn’t want to make it public. “I take thee, Rachel, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do us part," he spoke, burning his stare into mine. "I take thee, Darius, to be my law
Darius’s POV The ride home was filled with silence and tension. I was enraged as different thoughts ran through my head. As we walked into the house, I decided to walk upstairs and run a bath to relax my muscles and dilute my anger. Seeing Rachel with my nephew stirred some feelings inside of me. The way he leaned too close to her like he was about to kiss her. Andrew still has that effect on Rachel. I could see how she still loves and misses him, almost like she was waiting for him to change his mind and want her to come back. It had made my blood boil. I tried to push the feeling aside, telling myself that Rachel was my wife now, and I had nothing to worry about. But as we walked into the house, I couldn't shake off the image of Rachel and Andrew together. She was mine now, and I won’t tolerate her being with Andrew. Even though his marriage is based on a contract and we weren’t involving feelings and affection, I couldn’t deny my jealousy. Rachel sensed my anger, and I c
Rachel’s POVAs Darius's eyes locked onto Andrew, I knew I was in for a nightmare.He didn't waste any time and pounced on Andrew, and I watched in horror as the two men fought.When did he get back?He wasn’t supposed to be back until the day after tomorrow.How is it possible that he is here?Darius's fist punched Andrew's face, sending him crashing to the floor.“How dare you fucking touch her?” Darius snarled.His punches didn’t stop."How dare you try to assault my wife!" Darius yelled, his voice echoing through the bathroom.Andrew’s face looked disfigured, blood oozing from his mouth and nose.“She was mine first, Uncle,” Andrew spat, Barry audible, enraging Darius even more.“And she’s not anymore.” Darius roared, his hands clasping tighter on Andrew’s throat until he was almost out of air.I shuddered and cried out, "Darius, stop! You're going to kill him!"But Darius didn't listen.I’ve never seen Darius this angry; it made waves of shivers run down my spine.I screamed, te
Rachel’s POVDarius has left me no other choice but to attend the business dinner alone; he was supposed to be back about two days ago, but something came up, and now I am left with no other choice but to go.And he made sure of that. I went to the extent of coming up with multiple excuses, but he didn’t budge.As I got ready for the dinner, I made sure to dress elegantly simple; nothing too eye-catching, though. I chose a beautiful red gown that hugged my curves in all the right places. My hair was styled perfectly, and my makeup—I went for something light, almost like there was no makeup at all.Yeah, yeah! I've never been a fan of makeup.I slipped on my high heels and grabbed my clutch.I dropped by Aria’s room to make sure she was asleep, and luckily she was.My relationship with Aria has skyrocketed; we’re building some sort of a connection, and I couldn’t be happier. We relate in many ways, and maybe that was why we clicked easily after she had finally decided to open up to me
Rachel’s POVI stared at Aria, who stared blankly at her plate of pancakes that I had woken up early to make for her.It had been three days since Darius left for his business trip, and it was clear that Aria was missing him because she never failed to ask for her daddy and was always on FaceTime with him whenever he was free.Today was the weekend, and I was trying to get her to eat something, but she wasn't budging."Aria, sweetie, please eat something," I said, trying to sound gentle and persuasive. "You need to take something."Aria looked up at me, sending me a glare that caught me off guard. "I don't want to eat anything," she said, her voice firm. "And you can't make me. So please just go away.I let out a frustrating sigh; I didn’t know how long I could keep my cool, but she was a handful, and it was clear that she didn't want me around. "Aria, please," I said. "Just try a little bit of toast or something. You can’t stay hungry, please."Aria crossed her arms, her face set in
Rachel’s POVI quickly wiped off the tears that were streaming down my face, trying to compose myself. Jasmine noticed my sudden change in expression and turned towards the door, her eyes widening."Excuse me," Jasmine said, getting up from her seat. "I need to go finish up some work."Goddammit!Seriously!?Of all times for Darius to come here, he chose now. I hated being stuck in a vulnerable situation and definitely didn't like the fact that Darius was seeing me in this situation.As soon as Jasmine left, Darius walked over to me, his eyes fixed on my face. "What happened to your face?" he asked, his voice low and furious. "Who slapped you?"I didn't want to respond to him. I didn't want to get into a conversation about Andrew and what he had done. He didn’t need to know that I was being forced to leave him.And that his arsehole nephew has been on my neck and wouldn’t let me be. My love for Andrew has been far diluted; now I want nothing but to see him kneel and beg for my mercy.
Rachel’s POVI stood there, frozen in shock and hurt, as Andrew's handprint stung my cheek. I couldn't believe he had slapped me. Who did he think he was?"How dare you!" I shouted, my voice trembling with anger. "How dare you slap me! Who do you think you are? Are you fucking out of your mind? Tears filled my eyes, the pain piercing my cheeks. I had let him slap me the other day without retaliating or saying a word; it didn’t give him the damn right to do that again.No one has ever raised his hands on me, not even my parents, and he dared to do that again?Andrew shrugged with no sign of remorse, his eyes cold and hard. "I'm the one who's going to make sure you leave, Uncle," he said, his voice firm and commanding. "It's final, Rachel. It's not a request; it's an order. And you know what happens when you dare go against me: I will make your life as miserable as it already is. I have already given you a chance and time to think my offer through, but once again you didn’t fail to pr
Rachel’s POVDarius dropped me down, helping me fix back my panties with no words exchanged, just eye contact, which I tried to avoid.He buckled his pants, narrowing his stare at me. He chuckled, leaning in, “You look cute,” and placed a peck on my lips.I gulped a lump, batting my eyelashes. “Darius… I—“ I couldn’t even form a coherent sentence, feeling conflicted all of a sudden.He breathes out, cupping my cheeks, “What is it?” A lone tear slipped from my eyes, to which he was quick to wipe it off. “We… we can’t keep doing this; it’s not part of the contract, and I—“He sealed our lips, nibbling on my bottom lip as he sought entrance, and I let him.I moan into his mouth and press my body against his, feeling my legs starting to get weak.We kissed for as long as we could before we broke apart. My eyes instantly shut off as our foreheads meet. I could feel his mint breath fanning my face and his steel-grey eyes staring at me.“Fuck, baby, if we stay here for a minute longer, I d
Rachel’s POV I stood in the conference room, presenting to a room full of colleagues and clients. I could feel Darius' eyes on me, but I refused to look at him.I kept my focus on the presentation, trying to ignore the lump I felt clinging to my throat. Yesterday night, I could swear I saw a glint of disappointment and hurt in his eyes when I admitted that what we shared was a mistake.But Darius was good at masking his emotions, so I wasn’t sure.He said it himself, what we have is only contracted and we stick to that, in the eyes of the people we may be man and wife but behind closed doors, we’re acquaintances.As I finished my presentation, I took a seat next to Darius as it was the only seat available.God!I have been doing so well with avoiding him since the incident I didn’t expect him to confront me about it, but yet again he has surprised me.I could feel his presence beside me, but I didn't look at him. I kept my eyes on the papers in front of me, trying to calm my racing
Darius’s POVIt’s been three fucking days, but the only thought in my head is Rachel. I couldn’t get her out of my head. Her smell, her touch, her voice—everything about her haunted me.I wanted her, all of her. I tried to focus on my work, but even that was impossible. I found myself thinking about her during meetings, while reading reports, and even while talking to clients. I couldn't concentrate on anything except the memory of being inside of her.I hissed in frustration, hitting on the steering wheel. Huffing out a breath, I assembled my things out of the car and stepped out, walking to the entrance of the house.I was upset that Rachel left the office today again.She’s been avoiding me. Even at work, she picks up every reason to leave my environment. She wouldn’t even look at me. She had left the office before me, just like she had been doing for the past few days. She didn't want to drive home with me, and that annoyed me.Frustration was eating me up. I want us to talk abo
Rachel’s POVI stirred my eyes squinting as the morning light peeped through the curtains, urging a growl from my lips.My body felt sore from last night, and for a second forgetting what had happened, but as the memory ran back to me, as I stretched, a blush spread across my cheeks, and a smile played on my lips. His smell lingered around, filling the air and giving it a soothing and comforting feeling. But then soon regret came washing over me. What had happened last night? It wasn't part of the contract, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that this was a mistake that I made and I would soon come to regret it.The sound of the door creaking open snapped me out of my train of thought, revealing Diana with a tray of breakfast. "Good morning, Rach," she said cheerfully. "I brought you some breakfast."I sat up, trying to compose myself, avoiding her gaze. "Thank you, Di."Diana set the tray down on the bedside table. "Darius left early this morning to attend to some important work.