"Mercedes Winterburn, Your eyes are the first thing I want to see in the morning before the sun rises, and those luscious deep red lips are the last thing I want to feel as I close my eyes and drift off to sleep each night with you wrapped in my arms." He said with a husky accent, nervously inhaling and exhaling. "I'm aware that our contract marriage has been nothing short of a wild ride, and it's during that wild ride that I've fallen in love with you to the point where I'm willing to rip open my chest and give you my heart for eternity." His voice cracked as he watched her cry, hoping they were happy tears because the sight of her crying in the moonlight killed him. "I fell in love with my life the moment I fell in love with you, and I promise you that no one will work harder or cherish you as much as I will to ensure your happiness. With this ring, will you make an honest man of me and marry me with your heart?" He held his breath, watching her with his sky blue eyes, pleading to
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It's been two weeks since her fated soulmate got down on one knee and proposed to her. Mercedes could swear she blinked and was thrown into the future, she spent day and night planning for this day, jotting down her visions and ridiculous requests in her custom-made wedding planner Sedar had created for her. Zeynep insisted on including everything in the album while she and Neriman oversaw the execution of her dream wedding. They didn't want her stressing out due to the little bundle of joy growing in her swelling womb. She was eager to see how everything came together, forming dozens of butterflies in her stomach and she couldn't wait to see the look on Sedar's face as she approaches him with Ezekiel at her side while they make their way down the aisle. But for now, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, her hands running down the front of her cream mermaid, strapless gown. She couldn't stop the grin from growing larger as the pain in her cheeks incre
Five wonderful years later... "Alex!!" Mercedes yelled and dashed downstairs as quickly as her feet would let her without stumbling. She entered the living room "Alex, Alex! Come on, darling, it's time for your bath, and if you don't hurry up and get out, it'll become cold." She sighed and put her hand on her head, puzzled as to where the little brat had vanished to. The front door opened as she made her way to the foyer, pausing to rub the aching in her lower back. Her mouth watered as her husband walked through the door, accompanied by an army of men barking orders. Desire pooled in her panties; it was visions like this that had landed her in her current state, twice. She had no idea how much watching her husband boss people around would turn her on. She bit her lower lip, her nipples hardening against her white top, and she let out a faint moan, drawing Sedar's entire attention. He came to a halt, gesturing with his hand for his army of mobsters behind him to be quiet. With a
Sedar rolled over, stirring in his sleep, slowly jerking his weary eyelids open to find a naked woman with long, raven black hair, sprawled across his bed next to him. He drew her naked figure flush against his body, burying his morning wood into her voluptuous ass cheeks. Sliding his hands down her body, he began caressing the soft mould between her thighs, with curious fingers and a lopsided smirk on his beautiful face. She moaned, reacting to his touch and wriggled against him, muttering incoherently. He chuckled, enjoying the effect he bestowed upon her as she continued to sleep. Mercedes bit her lower lip, wishing her fantasy lover would speak to her, telling her how bad she was, whispering in her ear about all the naughty things he wanted to do to her body and how much he needed her. She welcomed her wet dreams with open arms, putting her nightmares on hold as she struck it rich in the fantasy world. As
Sedar caught her just before her body collided with the floor, he picked her up bridal style and laid her on the bed as gently as he could. Gazing down at her, he ran a hand through his hair, sighing. That undoubtedly didn't go the way he wanted it to. "Gods!" He sighed, scratching the back of his neck with frustration. He stared down at her, taking in her elegant figure, she reminded him of his anne(mother) and had to rapidly blink her image out of sight. A surge of possessiveness crashed into him like a tidal wave, causing his hands to form defensive fists. She emerged feelings that we're very foreign to him to feel in a situation where his anne (mother) wasn't involved. Leaning forward he brushed her hair away from her face, covering her with a blanket and left the room to let her rest in peace. Mercedes stirred, submerging from the darkness that refused to hold her captive. She sat upright,
Two Years Earlier... "Crap.." Mercedes blew out. Large droplets of water fell from the sky as it beat down on her car. The clouds soon darkened, obstructing the sun's rays from reaching the horizon. The squeaky sound of her windshield wipers echoed horribly in her ears as condensation gradually coated her windscreen. She lowered her headlights and narrowed her eyes, attempting to see through her fogged windshield. She quickly looked away from the road as she struggled to switch on the air conditioner. When she raised her eyes. She screamed, slamming on her brakes and collided with the vehicle in front of her. "No..no, no, no, no, ..." She chanted as she quickly stepped out of her car to assess the damage she caused. "Bok!" (Shit) Sedar cursed as the SUV jerked forward. He shifted in his seat, enthralled by the idiot who had hit into the back of the car he w
Present Day... Forty-Seven Hours After Their Conversation.... "How much Ezekiel?" Cedes sat on the sofa watching him pace up and down in the living room. Leaning forward, she rested her elbows on her knees as she bounced them up and down. She came across a foreclosure letter this morning that she found hidden inside his favourite book on the coffee table. She confronted him an hour ago over breakfast and wouldn't take the poor excuse he gave her as a proper explanation. "Three hundred thousand." He stopped and looked at her. "How, how did you get so behind in the payments?" She asked him, shocked. Ezekiel Williams is the detective that handled her parents' case. 'A crime of passion' that put her in foster care for eight years. He was her guardian angel who came to her rescue when she found herself in deep trouble. He took her in, put her through school, and gave her a third chance at life. She owed him her life and loved him like an older brother. She had planned on confidi
They sat in the living room, each staring at the other. Cedes looked at her husband with daggers in her eyes, and Sedar scowled at Ezekiel as Ezekiel waited for one of them to at least give him an answer. The atmosphere was sickeningly tense. "Well?" Ezekiel was the first to break the silence that drifted between them. He felt torn as he gazed at Cedes, his hand brushing across his face. "You are married?" He said through gritted teeth, shaking his head with disappointment. She shot Sedar a nasty look when she saw that he was staring at her, and then she flipped him the bird and began watching Ezekiel again. "I was going to tell you about it. And then I discovered the letter. It just didn't seem as though it was all that important anymore." She spoke with shame-coating her words "Doesn't explain. Why you're suddenly married, kid." "I.. I LOVE HIM!!...." She spluttered out, her gaze fixed on Sedar.
Thirty-Eight Hours Later.... Sedar gawked at his wife, who was seated across from him at the dinner table. He had given her thirty hours to organise her affairs and return to him. He compelled the need to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. After that little stunt he pulled by kissing her on the lips, he thought for sure that she wouldn't show up. He still questions himself about what brought the urge on for him to do it. 'I had to seal our deal with a kiss by claiming those deep red lips of hers.' He thought to himself... 'Evet, (yes) and in exchange, she slapped you, leaving her handprint on your face for hours on end, reminding you to maintain your distance.' He was mocked by his inner god. Either way, she's here and they had a lot to talk about before they fly back to his homeland first thing in the morning. "Our flight is scheduled for Eight o'clock in the morning." He started.