Daniel’s POVIt wasn’t until I walked into Vincent’s hospital room that the seriousness of the situation hit me. To my utter shame, it was the first time I was visiting him in person. I knew from the beginning that he was suffering from some kind of fatal illness but I never really bothered to go in depth. In my arrogant mind, I had always considered his medical condition a sham that his daughter used to marry a billionaire. I couldn’t be more wrong.Nathan greeted me with a dull face. I squeezed his shoulder as a gesture of gratitude for being there for Lily in my absence. He’d informed me how Lily didn’t take the news well and since then my heart had been aching for her. I glanced at my wife sitting by her father’s bed, her head placed on the bed beside his head. “She hasn’t spoken a word since morning,” Nathan said.I nodded at him and walked over to the small figure hunched over her father’s side. A dying man in his late fifties. Vincent was gaunt and the color of his hospital-gre
My dad was no more. I had to accept that and move on. The only problem was - I didn't know how. All the memories came back to me as constant nightmares over the next few days. And it was good to have Daniel wrap me in his warmth whenever my heart turned cold. He held me as I cried and took care of my grieving self. On the day of the funeral he stood by my side along with his entire family. He took care of the burial arrangements and the service. I was thankful that someone was there for me to handle things for me. I had Daniel.After the service my husband took me home and prepared a warm bath for me. And as I stripped naked right in front of him, he watched me leaning against the door frame. In that moment I didn't see lust and desire in eyes, it was love. It was definitely love when he walked up to me and stood behind me, watching my sad, somber face through the mirror and then tilted my chin to make me look into his eyes. "You don't have to hide your pain from me, Lily. I'm here
His eyes never strayed from my face as he took the vows. And when he said 'I do', it sounded like he had tasted a bitter drink.My devilishly handsome husband Daniel Rutherford wasn't the one to choose me as his bride. It was his tyrant father Alfred Rutherford, who bought my virginity to put a check on his son's bad boy persona. It was my father's terminal illness that forced me to list myself in the bride catalogue. And it was our twisted fate that bound us as husband and wife.The words 'I do' felt like a torture when I spelt them, wincing internally with the shame that I had done it all for a price. I had officially signed myself as a trophy wife.I stole a glance at his smoldering face, his eyes as sharp as his cheekbones. He was tall and imposing in a way that made him stand out in his black tux as the one and only. What made me recoil inside was his stiff and proud posture, as angry as unaffected by the ceremony at his disposal. It was his wedding, yet he appeared to be attendi
It was all a charade. I staggered beside my husband like we were made for each other, so much in love and couldn't keep our hands off each other. But only I knew what was brewing in those moments."Do you love all this attention?" His heated words burned my ears every time his face was close to pose for the photo ops. He never missed a chance to put me in my place. "I know you do. Isn't it the reason you agreed to marry a total stranger? I bet you'll sleep well tonight. What an achievement!"I remained expressionless through all his comments until he handed me a glass of champagne and watched me intently as I took a slow sip. My first taste of alcohol and I already felt dizzy. His cold eyes remained on me as I smacked my lips together and made a face."Not an alcoholic girl I presume? Have you ever had a drink before?" He asked, taking away the flute from my hand."No."I didn't know why it annoyed him but he cursed under his breath and downed the content of his flute in one go. "How
By the time we were done dancing and settled on one of the couches beside the open bar, my legs were barely supporting my body and my mind was all fuzzy. It wasn't just the impact of three solid glasses of champagne I drank, rather it was the thrill of being in sync with my husband on something. "You aren't so bad at dancing, little brat." My husband breathed near my cheek, his face all sweaty and irresistibly gentle against mine. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, my heart still thudding wildly inside my chest. "Thank you," I said, a little breathless. My fingers curled tightly in the ruffles of my white wedding dress as his eyes followed the trembling of my lips. He sighed heavily and looked away, snatched a glass of amber liquid from the server passing by and started drinking like a madman. I had the privilege of watching the veins lining his smooth neck. I wondered how it would feel if I touched them with my fingertips. I can blame it all on alcohol but I wanted to feel
I wanted to dance some more or drink the Amber liquid he was having or maybe, lash out at him for stealing my first kiss for some freaking media coverage. But I did nothing except sit down on the couch beside him. How did he trick me? I thought the kiss was real. It felt real to me. In fact, I found my husband enjoying it as much as I did, so why was he pretending it was nothing but a show? Maybe, it was a show for him. They called him the bad boy billionaire of the states for a reason. There were too many scandals in his name and I had spent a month reading about each one of them. I watched him talk over the phone and it fucking hurt to see him talk so sweetly with whoever was on the other end, tipping his head back and laughing. It wasn’t the usual sarcasm that dripped from his words every time he spoke to me or the humorless laugh he directed towards me. It was all genuine. He was genuinely happy talking to the person. I wondered if it was one of the many debutantes that he had b
I was told my husband had a very strong sexual appetite. They said it's a good thing that I didn't end up with a Billionaire who was twice my age or worse, my father's age.As I was counting all the blessings that came with our marriage, I realized they meant nothing if I'm unable to keep my husband in my bed. I was as obligated to make our marriage work as much as him.If he needed to mine his share of riches from the Rutherford family treasure, he was to remain in his father's goodwill. And if I wanted a financially secure life for myself and my ailing father, I needed to do my husband's bidding. So, if it was by spreading my legs for his taking then I would. Afterall, that's why his father had paid me and would keep paying for me if I just did my duty as Daniel Rutherford's wife.The problem was- the anticipation of what was to come from my cold husband's side as romance was kind of wrecking my nerves. I was beyond nervous and my lips were quivering by the time my husband walked in
I laid on the bed like a slab of ice, my nakedness glaring at my soul and limbs shaking with the knowledge of my helplessness. It wasn't Daniel I was afraid of, it was me. I was the one putting myself through all of that.Without saying a word my husband stretched out beside me, naked and visibly tense. Gripping my hip, he dragged my shivering body towards him and leaned over me. My cold body instantly sought the warmth of him, but I forced it not to get affected by the closeness.A hint of disappointment crossed his handsome face and I didn't like it. So, I focused on his throat as he pressed a little feathery kiss on my neck. I flinched at the sudden affection.He paused then raised his eyes at me. When I looked at him with a shocked expression he cursed and pushed up from the bed."I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I didn't... I'm a little sensitive there."He regarded me with pure cold eyes as if I had offended him. He ignored my apology and got rid of his boxer briefs, not looking at
My dad was no more. I had to accept that and move on. The only problem was - I didn't know how. All the memories came back to me as constant nightmares over the next few days. And it was good to have Daniel wrap me in his warmth whenever my heart turned cold. He held me as I cried and took care of my grieving self. On the day of the funeral he stood by my side along with his entire family. He took care of the burial arrangements and the service. I was thankful that someone was there for me to handle things for me. I had Daniel.After the service my husband took me home and prepared a warm bath for me. And as I stripped naked right in front of him, he watched me leaning against the door frame. In that moment I didn't see lust and desire in eyes, it was love. It was definitely love when he walked up to me and stood behind me, watching my sad, somber face through the mirror and then tilted my chin to make me look into his eyes. "You don't have to hide your pain from me, Lily. I'm here
Daniel’s POVIt wasn’t until I walked into Vincent’s hospital room that the seriousness of the situation hit me. To my utter shame, it was the first time I was visiting him in person. I knew from the beginning that he was suffering from some kind of fatal illness but I never really bothered to go in depth. In my arrogant mind, I had always considered his medical condition a sham that his daughter used to marry a billionaire. I couldn’t be more wrong.Nathan greeted me with a dull face. I squeezed his shoulder as a gesture of gratitude for being there for Lily in my absence. He’d informed me how Lily didn’t take the news well and since then my heart had been aching for her. I glanced at my wife sitting by her father’s bed, her head placed on the bed beside his head. “She hasn’t spoken a word since morning,” Nathan said.I nodded at him and walked over to the small figure hunched over her father’s side. A dying man in his late fifties. Vincent was gaunt and the color of his hospital-gre
They say when something bad is about to happen, you get the signs beforehand. Well, I didn’t get the signs right then.The dream I woke up from starred a happy married couple diving in deep blue water and it was us. Me and Daniel. I didn’t remember much of the dream, but I recalled his midnight eyes and charming smile as he signed a ‘heart’ to me.I laid on my back and pressed a hand against the ache in my chest. As the fog of sleep blinked away, I realized it was too much to ask of him. He did not choose to get married to me, much less fall in love. Whatever chemistry we shared in bed was all I would get from him. For my part, I’d finally admitted to myself that I wouldn’t mind to be wife for as long as he behaved like a gentleman and not a spoiled asshole.It felt nice not to wake up to a horde of zombies dolling you up. From what it appeared Marianne did not invade my bedroom first thing in the morning. It could also be because of the hunk of a man sleeping next to me. We had ma
I looked out of the window as the car stopped at the security gates and our villa came into focus. Home, trees lining the long driveway and I saw our rich neighborhood where I felt belonged somehow. That feeling hadn’t been there when Daniel brought me there the very first time but now being wrapped in his warmth and his hand draped over my shoulder possessively, my perspective about the place had changed.I turned to Daniel. “Are you going to stay home today?”Something passed on his face as if he wasn’t expecting that question from me. He nodded. “Yes, of course I’d be home today.” He squeezed my hand, leaning forward. “I know it’s hard to believe but I keep my promises. I gave you my words to perform my duties as your husband from now on and that certainly involves being at home with you when I don’t have to be at work.”My heart picked up that violent thudding. Every word, every action had my heart and soul pining for him. I nodded, settling back in the seat. He’d be sleeping in m
The first warning came with a bouquet of daisies, my favorite and a note written in cursive. The black inked words almost mocked me.- You’re living a lie. Hope you enjoy the kisses while they are on your lips. A mockery, indeed.I snorted, crushed the piece of paper and tossed it in the dustbin along with the beautiful daisies which were grating my heart. A hand wrapped around my waist just in time to put out the fire rising within me. It was the touch of affection that came in the form of my husband. Daniel planted a kiss at the back of my neck and turned me around in his arms to search my face.“Why do you look so gloomy this fine morning, love?” He whispered, nudging my nose with his. He had just pulled himself off the bed and was gloriously naked, his tousled hair tickling my face. Daniel was an affectionate sleeper, spooning me the whole night and whispering dirty words he had been dreaming about us even in his slumber. I stayed awake for most of the night to live the moment.“
"More Wine?" I looked up from my plate with a smile. "Getting me drunk, Mr. Rutherford?" His smile lines appeared as he took a sip of his whiskey and shook his head. "No, I like you in all your senses, Mrs. Rutherford." We were in one of the most beautiful restaurants, surrounded with extravagant French food, and dinning at a table by the window. He had persuaded me not to worry about my calories and promised to relieve Marianne from her duties as my handler once we went back home. It was an act solely offered by my husband and he wasn't taking my disapproval or his mother for that matter on it. I look outside to find a few photographers chatting among themselves and taking a shot or two every once in a while. A constant grate on my heart. "Are you not enjoying the food?" Daniel asked, breaking a lobster and bringing the fleshy part to my lips. I let him feed me and distracted myself with the starry sky to stop swooning over him. "As a matter of fact, I am. It's good to be treate
I should have never sought information about Amber Lee. But the newborn possessive wife in me did everything in her power to do a background check on her husband's ex. Given that I had such a skilled bodyguard as my friend I only had to ask him twice before Nathan slipped enough details about my Daniel's obsession over Amber. Turned out the rich brat had fallen for an equal in his category and when things got real, Amber crushed his heart to flee the country without leaving so much as a clue for her parents or boyfriend about her whereabouts. It broke Daniel to the point that he sabotaged his position as the next CEO of Rutherford Development and turned into an emotionless badboy overnight. Then he had done it all to get Amber's attention. He hoped his actions would lure his girlfriend out of her secret hideout but nothing worked. All of these details were still digestible for me but the fact that he accepted his father's proposal to marry me in the same hopes that it would bring h
I woke up to a dim room, the dark colored shades of the window restricting the afternoon light. The room was empty and so was the other side of the bed. I laid there for a moment, thinking, trying to sort out where Daniel might be. It was his day off from work and he had promised me to take on a tour around the city. If anything, I should be happy but the heaviness in my heart had been too much to bear. It wasn't a secret anymore that my husband had started making a home in my heart. And the most scary part was me not holding myself from feeling for him. What happened to the girl who vowed not to fall for his charms? She might've fallen captive to my husband's addictive touches and his romantic whispers.Daniel made sure to leave his print on me, inside out. We hadn't gotten any sleep. Hardly any. In fact, every time I drifted off, he pulled me back to my senses with him inside of me, sensually fucking again. And if that wasn't enough, his dirty, needy words kept me working up the wh
Daniel How did I get so wrapped up in this chaos? It was easier to hate her and have lustful thoughts about her at the same time. But now I didn't know exactly what my feelings were for her. One moment I wanted to run away from her and the moment she got far enough not being able to touch, I craved her for my dear life. And the worst part was - it wasn't just her touch I craved, it was all of her. I needed to be around her to calm my anxiety down. I wanted to be the reason she smiled and I had to be the only man she would look for when in need of a friend. Not some bodyguard I assigned to look after her well-being. Lust could be a dangerous thing. It can lead you up to that hill where you won't be able to distinguish between your body's and heart's desires. And I was going up that cliff, hanging on the edge and ready to fall any moment. One look at the woman sleeping beside me and I was already falling. She looked like both my redemption and demise. Here under the morning light,