OWEN'S POVI stared at Catherine in shock as my grip on Charlotte's hand tightened and I could feel her burning eyes on me. Why was she here?“Mother? Why is she-” I was interrupted by my father's loud squeal as he rushed to the doorstep, pushing past Mom and Catherine. Are men allowed to make such noises? I was still confused about what was happening but at the same time relieved that my father stepped in.“You must be Charlotte, you're so beautiful.” He said as he held her other hand in his since I refused to let go of her hand. He was beaming with joy and I felt bad for not doing this earlier. He smiled at me and it made me happy to see him smile because of something I did after a very long time. “Come on in! We've been waiting and preparing for your arrival. Come. Beatrice! Get the table ready!” He extended his arm to her and even though she looked overwhelmed, she locked arms with my father and walked inside with him, as Rose followed her in.“Mom? What just happened? How could
CHARLOTTE'S POVShe's here again. Right from the moment she smiled at me at the doorstep, I envied her. She looked so beautiful and had the most beautiful smile ever. How can a human be so perfect? I felt so negligible beside her. It looked like she and Owen had known each other for a while now. Should I be jealous? No. Am I jealous? Hell no! I watched as she sat on the bed beside him and I was tempted to leave the room for them.But then I remembered, this rich irresponsible workaholic is now my husband and so, I have a right to be here, isn't that right? I took a seat on the couch and raised the book to my face so I could listen in on their conversations.“Surprised to see me again Owen?” She started and I moved the book down a bit to see Owen's reaction. He stood up as he moved away from her and came to sit at the edge of the couch I sat on. I stared at him in shock as he looked at me and spoke calmly.“Wifey, you asked who she was earlier, well, that's Catherine, the lady I told
OWEN'S POVI was hurt. I wasn't supposed to be but I was. What? I was dumb for rejecting Catherine and choosing her? Shouldn't she be eternally grateful to me for choosing her and helping her out of her debt? I heard a knock and I stayed silent, not wanting to talk to her anymore. There was another knock and just as I was about to yell, the door opened and Caleb walked in. I was relieved when he came in and just as I stood up, he smiled at me and patted my back. “My big bro is getting married soon. Why do I feel left out?” He said with a sulky expression and I laughed. “She's really pretty though, and it looks like you made a great choice.” I smiled at the compliment but when he added “for the first time in your life”, I scowled at him and he just shrugged it off.“You're not angry at me anymore?” I asked and he sat down on the couch with a smile on his face. “Of course I'm not.” He answered and I immediately sighed in relief.“I was angry that you made that decision behind my back
CHARLOTTE'S POVI woke up to a knock on the door and my heart spiked as I knew Mr Sam was here to collect his money. I looked around desperately for a weapon to defend myself when I realized I wasn't within the walls of my small cramped house anymore. The walls weren't peeling off and the ceiling wasn't crooked. It was a dream? I sighed in relief as I patted my chest to call myself down. There was a knock again and my brain finally clicked. I'm the wife- or let me say fiancée to one of the richest men in Michigan and I'm literally under his roof right now. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I wasn't in my delulu world and it was still the same. I got out of bed and finally opened the door to see a frustrated Roselia standing with her hand about to knock on the door again. I smiled apologetically as I held her hand and pulled her inside, my eyes still groggy from sleep. She gasped in surprise as she looked around and I beamed as well, not able to control my excitement.“Isn't this beautifu
OWEN'S POVI stood before my father, frozen by his question. Why? Why what? He had that grim and disappointed expression that I always feared and I felt my heart pounding with ferocity in my chest as I finally opened my mouth to speak. “Why what, father?" I asked, surprised that my voice didn't crack or tremble because I could feel myself shaking. He stared at me for a while and then suddenly his face burst into a smile and he came to me as he hugged me tightly. Okay, what? I stood there awkwardly as he hugged me, my heart still pounding loudly in my chest and when he pulled away, he looked at me in amusement and I smiled awkwardly. “Why is your heart beating so fast?” He asked and I shrugged as I scratched my neck awkwardly. “You asked me why… why what?” I asked again and he just smiled and went to sit as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. “Why didn't you bring her home all these while? You just had to make me act against my will. You don't know how happy you've made me today.
CHARLOTTE'S POVI laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling as questions upon questions popped into my head. How did I get here? Rose hasn't come to visit me for the past two weeks, I haven't seen Owen since the day he stood outside my door. What did I do wrong?I stared at the bowl of ice cream on the table stand and I sighed. He had fulfilled his end of the contract and given me everything I needed. A thought dropped into my mind and I sat up immediately. He has done everything I asked for… but what have I done for him? He paid my debts, allowed me the freedom I needed but unfortunately I'm an introvert and I have nowhere to go, I receive a bowl of ice cream everyday just like I asked. But I've never done anything for him. Nothing at all. Isn't that unfair?Just as I was thinking of what to do for him, someone knocked rhythmically on my door and I knew it was Catherine. She came to visit me every now and then and always made sure that I was never too bored or lonely.I jumped off the
OWEN'S POVEthan stood before me as I cross-checked the pile of papers on my desk. I haven't eaten or slept well in the last two weeks and I know it bothered him but I didn't care. Staying away from home and avoiding seeing her at all costs was the best option I had.“Sir…” He started and I hummed for him to go on without looking at him. “You haven't gone home in weeks now and you look…exhausted. You need rest sir. And you also need to check up on you wife-”“She's not my wife, Ethan. We're only bound together by a contract, nothing else. And I'm fine. You don't get to tell me what to do.” I said as I looked up at him.“But Sir-” He was about to speak again when I glared at him and he shut up instantly. “You can go Ethan. When I need you, I'll call for you.” He looked at me with worry but left anyway and I continued working, ignoring the intense migraine in my head and the grumbling of my stomach.A few minutes later, I heard Ethan's voice and another lady's voice and I frowned as the
CHARLOTTE'S POVI wiped my tears that won't stop falling as the driver drove me home. I suddenly wished I never had that idea in the first place. But why did it taste that bad? It tasted amazing when I tried it at home. What could have gone wrong?I sighed as I ran my hand through my hair. I needed to talk to Rose so I told the driver to change directions and head for Rose's house instead. I should have gone to see her when she didn't come to see me. I am a bad friend indeed.We arrived in less than an hour and I saw her sitting at the entrance, a bright smile on her face as she fed her puppy. I got out of the car and walked up to her and when she saw me, her smile dissipated.“Charlotte…” She said quietly, “What brings you to my home today?” She asked and I raised a brow at her as Rain, her puppy ran towards me and I picked him up happily.“Is it a sin to visit my best friend even when she's forgotten about me?” I asked and she scoffed as she walked inside and I followed her, a feeli