Stay quiet!

Darian belongs to only her; she hates her sister! She hates her and she will never forgive her for this. Not only hate but she envies her now. She is jealous of her

Wiping away her tears, she thinks, "No, I can't let Darian slip out of my hands. What if he starts loving my sister, and they end up together and married? No, I wouldn't be able to live with that." She clutches her hair in frustration, convinced it's all because of her sister; she must have seduced him. It's all her fault.

 rushing to the hall she grabs the telephone, and dials Smith's number. After two to three rings, he picks up in a sleepy tone, asking, "Hello, who's there?"

"Smith, she... she... Daisy is cheating on you. I saw her with my own eyes. She was with Darian," she blurts out in one go, but someone snatches the telephone from her hand. 

Smith, shocked by the revelation, throws his phone on the floor, breaking it.

As Rose turned around, she witnessed Daisy standing there, seething with anger. Darian while donning his jacket, strolled towards the gate.

"You nonsense!" With these words, Daisy delivered a slap so forceful that Rose crashed onto the floor. "How dare you say this to Smith! What is wrong with you?" she exclaimed in a furious tone.

Clutching her stinging cheek, Rose looked up at Darian, who met her gaze. Once, her heart used to flutter at his sight, but now, all she harbored was anger and disappointment. Scrambling up from the floor, crying, she sprinted to her room and locked the door.

The next day seating in her class while penning down an answer, all Rose could replay was the image of Darian with Daisy, how he was kissing her chest. Frustration and anger surged within her, and she gripped the pen so tightly that the paper tore beneath her furious strokes.

Walter who was sitting beside her, shot her a puzzled look and questioned, "Rose, are you alright? You tore the paper, and your lips are cut. Did something happen? You've seemed upset since the morning. Is something bothering you?"

"Yes, my sister is bothering me," she spat out in anger, and Walter inquired, "What?"

With a gaze full of hatred, she glared at Walter and said, "My witch sister was having sex with Darian last night. She must have seduced him. She couldn't control herself after seeing Darian. Look, how she's cheating on her boyfriend. I told Smith everything, and because of that, she slapped me." Hearing this, Walter angrily exclaimed, "What? She did this terrible thing and even slapped you? How dare she?" His hand clenched into a fist in frustration.

In the noon, Rose was going to her home. Upon arrival, she encountered a gathering outside. Pushing through the crowd, she entered and heard her mother's inconsolable weeping she rushed to her room and found her sister sprawled on the bed, blood-soaked, a knife lodged in her chest and she was Dead!

~~~

Rose jolted awake on the bed, gasping heavily, beads of sweat gathering on her forehead. As she scanned her surroundings, she realized she was in her husband's room and it was already morning. Turning, she observed him peacefully asleep beside her.

The nightmare was a recurring torment. The death of her sister that happened four years ago, continued to still haunt her . The vivid image of her sister soaked in blood lingered, refusing to release its grip on Rose's mind.

With a sigh, she rose from the bed and made her way to the washroom. Emerging in a light yellow one-piece, she descended the stairs to find the bustling maids engrossed in their morning chores.

"Good morning, madam," a maid greeted, bowing she held a basket of used bedsheets in hand.

Rose returned the smile and reciprocated the morning greeting. However, as she observed the bedsheets in the basket, a confused expression crossed her face. It wasn't her bed's sheets, and she couldn't fathom whose they could be. Looking into the basket, she inquired, "Whose room's bedsheets are those?" 

The maid responded, "Oh, these are sir's room's bedsheets. He is returning in a few days, for Christmas, so I thought I should gradually tidy up his room. He appreciates cleanliness and everything in its proper place."

Rose was now puzzled she hadn't known of another master in the house besides her husband, David.

She was on the verge of inquiring about the person the maid was mentioning, as she had no knowledge of any other family members of her husband. In reality, she knew very little about him, except for the singular fact that he was wealthy.

"Sir?" she began, but her question was abruptly cut short by the sound of her husband coughing from the room. Reacting swiftly, she hurried towards the room, with the maid trailing closely behind.

She entered the room and assisted her husband in calming down, offering him a soothing glass of water that quickly worked its magic.

"Good... Good morning, wife," he stammered, met by her warm smile as she reciprocated, "Good morning, husband."

Lucy, the maid, observed the scene with a smile she was genuinely happy for sir, who had a wonderful and caring wife. She admired Rose's maturity and understanding, noting how she took care of her husband like a devoted partner.

Breaking out of her reflections, Lucy suggested, "Sir, it's time for your bath and grooming. The other maids and I will assist." 

However, Rose intervened, expressing, "No need for that. I'll handle it. Why involve others when I'm here?" With Lucy's assistance, Rose lovingly helped David with his shower and readied him for the day. After a delightful breakfast together, David retreated to his study. 

Rose, enveloped by the grandeur of the mansion, strolled to the terrace, basking in the breathtaking view outside. As she absorbed the beauty, she couldn't help but marvel at how life had pleasantly surprised her.

Leaning against the terrace railings, her hair swaying with the gentle breeze, Rose sighed contentedly. The mansion was now her heaven, it felt like a dream she never anticipated living. To be the lady of such an opulent estate and the wife of the town's wealthiest person—she hadn't imagined this extraordinary journey.

Lost in the tranquility of the moment, Rose's gaze drifted to a distant ground, where boys were immersed in a game of football. 

~~~

Young Rose sitting in the cafe on a rug while wiping cups and plates with a clean cloth and her mother serving the daily customers. Despite her desire to go out with friends, her mother asked Rose to help her in the cafe. She began wiping cups quickly when a deep voice interrupted.

"Can I get a bottle of water?" Hearing this, she raised her head to find her crush, Darian, standing there. His fitted football T-shirt clung to his abs due to sweat, giving him an alluring and exotic appearance. She stood, adjusting her baby blue dress before swiftly running to the counter to fetch a bottle of water. She Slowly handed it to him but he declined, saying, "It's normal... I want chilled water."

Timidly, Rose replied, "No, you shouldn't drink chilled water after playing in scorching heat; you could get a fever." She didn't want her dear Darian to fall sick.

Crossing his arms over his chest, his biceps flexing in the well-fitted shirt, he asked, "Are you a doctor?" She quickly shook her head, and in a raspy voice, he insisted, "Then please, little girl, bring me a chilled bottle of water."

Sighing, she went to the fridge, took a chilled bottle, and handed it to him. After paying her he left the cafe.

She followed him out of the cafe to the football ground, where a bunch of guys were playing. Standing at a distance, she watched Darian play. Even though she didn't get the game, there was something fascinating about seeing him playing.

Darian's team celebrated winning a round, hugging each other. Rose couldn't help but be captivated by Darian's happy smile. He then went to a table, opened a bottle, and drank water, his Adam's apple moving as he did. Rose couldn't help but admire how good he looked, like a Hollywood hero.

With a sigh, Darian gracefully poured chilled water over his face, creating a captivating cascade down his physique. Rose's gaze was drawn to this refreshing scene, appreciating the way the water accentuated his chest, followed the contours of his well-defined abs, and lightly wet his pants. Suddenly, her mom squeezed her ear, and she yelped "ouch." Turning around, she found her mom lecturing her about leaving the cafe, but Rose's attention was still on Darian – his veiny hands, confident walk, and messy hair.

~~~

Rose couldn't help but burst into laughter, realizing how utterly crazy she was being. Shaking her head with a grin, she descended from the terrace.

After dinner, she lay on the bed beside her peacefully sleeping husband. With a smile, she turned to him and closed her eyes.

In the depths of her slumber, she felt a gentle touch, fingers lightly grazing her waist. Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of Darian, shirtless and hovering above her. A rush of excitement pulsed through her as she glanced at her peacefully sleeping husband beside her, and here was a tempting presence above her.

Before she could utter a word, he hushed her with a finger over her mouth and with husky voice he commanded, "Stay quiet..." His touch became a sensual journey his fingers tracing from her mouth, down her chest, exploring her stomach, and venturing further beneath her panties.