Rachel’s POVI was sitting at my desk, typing away on the workload ahead of me. I’m starting to think this is Darius's punishment for the last two days when we got married.I don’t know why he has the idea that Andrew and I were messing around that night.If only Darius knew the offer Andrew had made, maybe then he’d let me off the hook.And for Andrew to think I was just a cheap slut that would take his money and run. There was no amount of money he could offer me that could buy me.And I can’t wait to prove that to him. My thoughts came short when Jasmine walked in. "Hey, girl!" She exclaimed, plopping down in the chair across from my desk. "What's up?"I smiled, trying to focus on my work. "Just trying to get some things done," I said.“I—“ She paused, her eyes scanning through my neckline area.My brows furrowed, wondering what had carried her away all of a sudden before it dawned on me.The hickey! Damn it!This thing should have faded away; when Andrew used to leave a few on
Rachel’s POV I sat at our favorite restaurant, fidgeting with my napkin. Today was special—our third anniversary. I couldn't wait to see Andrew walk through that door. Although I was dying with anxiety deep down, I still managed to put on a smile, ignoring the piety looks I was getting from the waiters. He was going to show up, hopefully. I loved him more with each passing day, but lately, things have changed. His promotion at work had taken over his life. He was always busy, always tired. We barely had time for each other. He gets upset at the slightest things, so I choose most times not to get into an argument with him letting things go even though it was his fault. My heart ached, remembering the way it used to be. We'd laugh together, go on spontaneous dates, and cuddle on the couch. The way he’d tell me how much he loves and adores me. How much I meant to him. Now, I was lucky if I got a quick kiss goodbye. Which I haven't gotten for a month or now. He doesn’
Rachel's POV I grasped Andrew's car keys, my fingers trembling as tears streamed down my face. I had to escape. I couldn't bear the sight of them together. The air felt thick, suffocating. I could barely breathe. I stumbled out of the house, keys clutched in my hand. Andrew's car was packed ahead of me; I rushed to it. I settled in, starting the engine with shaking hands. The wheels screeched as I sped away from the nightmare. How could he? How could they? After everything? I thought Victoria had been my best friend and the only one I could call family since I lost mine. Images of Andrew and Victoria haunted me, flashing like a cruel slideshow in my mind. Their passionate moment, the way Amanda held her so delicately, their kiss. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn't care. I drove faster, desperate to outrun the agony. The pain is the betrayal. What is going to happen to us now? Who was I kidding? There wasn’t going to be an us. Not when Andrew had disrespected me this
Rachel's POV I walked out of the hospital after being discharged, barely being able to keep my balance. A familiar stood in the parking lot clad in her work uniform, my heart dropping at her presence. My father was already aware of my situation. "It's good to see you again, Boss." She greets me, and I nod, fighting the urge to let out a hiss. "I'm fine, Diana. Just leave me be." Diana worriedly states, "Boss, please, I can't leave you in this condition. Let me take you home.” Diana is my assistant; she handles all of my affairs, both business and personal. Her father worked for my family since I was six; he’d come with her on most occasions, clicking our friendship, so we were best friends. Or sister’s from another mother. Best friend? It tasted bitter on my tongue. Victoria's face haunted me. Why did she do this? Why did she betray me? My anger grew. "No-" Diana caught me off: “With all due respect, Rach! My job is to protect your wellbeing at all co
Rachel’s POV I walked out of the kitchen, still dressed in my silk knee-length nightie, carrying a tray laden with pancakes and juice that Mrs. Johnson had prepared for breakfast. The morning sunlight was light and friendly for a fleeting moment, forgetting the tragedy that had happened and the one that is yet to. I barely got some sleep last night; I had cried myself in regret. If only I could go back in time and right my wrongs. My steps came to a halt as I set eyes on him. My father's words from last night echoed in my mind: "Darius Reid will come by with some files." I had completely forgotten. And now, standing in my foyer was the man himself. My footsteps faltered, and the tray wobbled in my hands. I froze, taking in the imposing figure before me. Tall, broad-shouldered, and chiseled, Darius Reid exuded an aura of confidence and power. His piercing steel-grey eyes seemed to bore into my very soul, making me feel small and vulnerable under his gaze. I felt a flu
Rachel’s POV I stood in front of my closet, scanning the row of clothes. I knew I had to dress decently and not overdress to avoid alertness; maybe a poor-class blend, but all my outfits were very custom-made; it was hard to settle for one. After standing for a minute or two contemplating, I chose a modest skirt and blouse combo, adding a lightweight jacket to complete the look. As I finished styling my hair into a ponytail, I heard footsteps approaching. Diana walked in with a cup of coffee. "Girl, you look... polished," Diana said, eyeing me up and down. "Too polished?" I asked, smoothing my skirt. "A little bit," Diana replied, handing me the coffee. "You're supposed to be poor-class, Rach, not upper crust." I laughed, adjusting my jacket. "I'll tone it down." "Just leave it; you’re running late already, and Darius is downstairs waiting,” she announced. Damn it! The mere mention of his name sent shivers crawling up my skin. Diana's expression turned serious, snapping m
Rachel’s POVI stumbled into Darius's office, my heels clicking on the marble floor. He had dragged me here, his grip on my arm firm. He slammed the door shut behind us, and I heard the soft click of the lock. Darius ignored me, settling into his leather chair like a king on his throne.I wiped my tear-stained face, pushing and sucking in the remnant, and snapped at him, my patience wearing thin. "You didn't tell me Andrew was your nephew."Darius raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "You didn't tell me he was your ex-husband."Arsehole!I took a step forward, my heart racing. "You knew."Darius's gaze locked onto mine. "And now you know too." His response came curt and calculated.I felt a shiver run down my spine. There was something cold in those steel grey eyes that burnt through me that just didn’t seem right. He looked like he knew everything, a lot more than I lacked, never ceasing to be condescending. Darius leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together.
Rachel’s POVAs we walked back from our lunch break with Jasmine, I felt a bit better from the chaotic workload revolving around my office."I'm so glad you agreed to join me for lunch," Jasmine said, smiling at me. "I needed a break from staring at spreadsheets.""Same here," I replied, laughing. "I'm not sure how much more of Workload I can keep up with."“I can imagine. Ever since Mr. Smithson got engaged, his fiancée has been a pain in the neck, Jasmine growled.I felt my heart drop at the mention of Victoria; I forced a casual look to avoid giving myself off; that was a part of me I was not ready to discuss.“Why is that?” I asked, wanting her to go on.“She’s too demanding for my liking, irritating as she could ever be. I wonder what Mr. Smithson sees in her,” she adds, her nose crinkling in disgust.Just then, we turned a corner and collided with none other than Andrew himself."Oh, sorry about that," I said, taking a step back.Shit!The mere sight of him reminds me of the pai
Rachel’s POVI was sitting at my desk, typing away on the workload ahead of me. I’m starting to think this is Darius's punishment for the last two days when we got married.I don’t know why he has the idea that Andrew and I were messing around that night.If only Darius knew the offer Andrew had made, maybe then he’d let me off the hook.And for Andrew to think I was just a cheap slut that would take his money and run. There was no amount of money he could offer me that could buy me.And I can’t wait to prove that to him. My thoughts came short when Jasmine walked in. "Hey, girl!" She exclaimed, plopping down in the chair across from my desk. "What's up?"I smiled, trying to focus on my work. "Just trying to get some things done," I said.“I—“ She paused, her eyes scanning through my neckline area.My brows furrowed, wondering what had carried her away all of a sudden before it dawned on me.The hickey! Damn it!This thing should have faded away; when Andrew used to leave a few on
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 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
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,
Riely’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 felt my eyes widening
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 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 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 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