Chapter Six

Lyla’s POV. 

The slap was hard on Jace’s face but he didn't flinch; he stood his ground and tightened his jawline to endure the pain. Jace’s family didn't seem to be pleased with his actions and when we got to the house, his fiancée Sasha, was pacing around the house alongside Jace’s mother After we got out from the registry, it was a silent trip home because I wasn't in the mood for too many questions; the only thing I wanted to do was call my sister Bailey; I know she would be worried about me, and I don't know what she would be doing.

Even though I tried to ignore it, my head was banging badly but I sat still like nothing was happening. I wondered what my life would be like; everyone now had a different narrative about me. I didn't even have the balls to check the comment section of my blog because I wasn't sure how my followers and other blogs would react to the news. I wasn't sure what to do when Jace’s father slapped him, but I knew better than to interfere. 

“Have you gone stark raving mad? What have you done? 

“I did what was best for me and the company.” Jace’s voice was calm but firm and he spoke while maintaining eye contact with his father. In the heat of the moment, I was already feeling weak and uneasy, but my feet were planted on the ground. I didn't move further because the atmosphere was not conducive and welcoming; everyone seemed to give me a hateful look. 

“Do you have any idea what you have done? Do you know what this will do to your political career? You have just lost the chance of becoming the prime minister! I cannot believe you threw away everything I have worked so hard for you to become. 

“This is on you, Dad!” Jace barked and he caught the attention of everyone; Jace had never confronted his father before and this came as a shock. “I studied medicine Dad but you sent me back to Havard to study accounting so I could work at your company, all my life has always been about me, pleasing you, doing your bidding, i never wanted to be involved in politics but you keep pushing me just because you want an ally with top government officials. I am done being a pawn in your game.” 

Jace’s father raised his hand to strike him again, but he stopped midair and Jace walked away from him, held my hand and as we walked to the staircase to go to his room, Sasha’s voice made him come to a halt. 

“Is this the best you could get? Did you leave me to get married to this barren thing? 

“She is everything you will never become; I’ll pick her a hundred times over you,” Jace spoke in my defence, and for a few seconds, I was amazed that he stood up for me; that was something Chad never did. It felt good to hear him defend me and his words shut Sasha up. At this point, she tried to speak but she was stuttering. 

“So what happens to the ring? What happens to our engagement and wedding plans? 

“You mean the ring my parents got for you? You can trash it because I didn't engage you. Or better still, sell it and get yourself a better wig; your wig style is terrible.   

A smile escaped from my face because that was the funniest thing I had ever heard, but I smiled faintly, facing the wall. Jace held my hand and we went upstairs, ignoring the dramatic display from Sasha. When we got to the room, Jace locked the door behind us, and all the noise and drama faded into a calm and quiet space. The first thing that welcomed me was the freshwater scent from the room. The room was clean and tidy and furnished to the teeth. The room was massive and decorated with original paintings by Van Gogh. I stood up and ran my hand through the multimillion-dollar painting and felt peace. The room had a dark shade. I knew at that point that Jace had planned all of these all along because the room was arranged in such a way that one could tell he was expecting a guest. 

“This is your new home. Feel comfortable; that is your closet in the corner of the room. It is filled with everything you need, from jewellery to luxury outfits and handbags. I took all your documents from your ex-husband's house so you have nothing to worry about. 

“What?” My mouth widened in amazement. “I don't believe you,” I spoke in disbelief as I watched him try to take off his bow tie.

“Check the top drawer in your closet. 

I walked towards the drawer to check and behold, all my documents were arranged to perfection. I looked around and saw all the luxury items Jace spoke about, the bags, the shoes and everything I couldn't think of. 

“How did you do that?” I managed to speak out because I was overwhelmed; I couldn't believe my eyes. 

“How did you get all my stuff out and have it neatly arranged here? 

“You are married to a man who can make the sun stand still if I want to. I can make things happen so this is just a piece of cake.  

“I cannot seem to find my phone anywhere around here; I need to speak to Bailey. 

“Oh yeah, about that. You will need to get a new number; I smashed your phone and your SIM. 

“What? Why the hell did you do that? I have been using that line since high school. 

“That is the exact same reason why you won't be needing it. I don't want Chad to be able to contact you from now on; you are unreachable. 

Fair enough! I didn't want anything that would remind me of Chad Karma because our wedding photo was my wallpaper, so I had no worries. When Jace was done with his tie, he removed his shirt, and his body was like that of a Greek god. I could feel something lit inside of me, and my clitoris twitched involuntarily. At this point, he seemed to notice how I looked at him, and he moved toward me and held my chin. 

“Why are you looking at me like that? 

I began to stutter; he was too close to me and I could feel his fresh breath upon mine. As I opened my mouth to speak, he brushed his lips upon mine and kissed me. I didn't do much; all I did was savour his soft and succulent lips and the flavour from his blackberry lip balm.