I gasped, shocked as he pulled me to his lap in the wheelchair, roughly. “M.mr. K.king,” I stutter, afraid and surprised. He glanced up at me, his grey eyes shining in an emotion I couldn’t place. “If you are going to pretend to be a doting wife to me, cooking meals and trying to make unnecessary conversations, then you might as well strip naked, get on the bed and let me perform my duty as a doting husband by damaging those walls in between your legs and trust me, my illness won’t be a hindrance,” he whispered against my neck and for a second I forgot I was married to a literal devil. A handsome devil in a wheelchair. **************** After an accident, Dexter King got confined in a wheelchair. A once admirable man turned sour, hated by all and even his fiance left him for his brother. After a marriage proposal he couldn’t refuse, Dexter and Aurora got married and Dexter promised within himself to make her life miserable. But what happens when Aurora is hell bent on healing his broken leg? And what happens when they realize the accident was all a plan? Enemies are definitely closer than Dexter thinks, and betrayals are bound to happen, but would everyone give up on him, including Aurora, who has her share of a harsh life from her family?
View MoreAurora POVToday was Friday, and I have done the necessary shopping for tonight’s party. Dexter’s mood has been sour, and I can’t seem to put my hands on what could probably be making him moody. Is there someone he is hoping not to see at the party? Or is there someone he is avoiding? I have asked myself tonnes of times what could be wrong with him, but I have no idea, and I decided not to ask about it, remembering what happened last I asked.“I will get ready,” I said, looking at the time. The party is at 8, and the time is 6, so I have more than enough time to get ready.“Have it,” he said, handing me a bag. I collected the bag, confused about what was inside. I opened it, and an emerald green material stared back at me. I removed the cloth from the bag, staring at the beautiful, simple gown. It’s a long gown with a slit at the front. The gown is armless, and the quality of the material is screaming luxury. I actually shopped for a similar colour, but the quality can’t be compared t
Aurora POV“Tell me, why did you become a chef?” Dexter asked as I blew dry his hair in front of the mirror in his closet. “Well, I have always loved cooking. I have been cooking for as long as I remember, and when I finished high school, I was fortunate enough to get a job at the restaurant,” I said. He hummed. “So, you didn’t go to college?” He asked, and I nodded my head, and he looked at me, surprised.“How is it possible for the daughter of the Brown family not to have gone to college?” he asked, and I smiled. He must think my family is one big supportive family; no one has any idea what I went through with them. I shrugged my shoulders.“I didn’t see it as a big deal,” I said, and he raised his eyebrows.“I know your brothers; we went to college together, and I knew when your sister entered the college because I was part of the people in charge, and I remembered seeing her name, so how come you didn’t go?” He asked, and I didn’t want to talk about it.“It was a choice,” I said
Aurora POVWe were in the afternoon, and I was sitting around in his room as he attended to some work on his laptop. We have had breakfast since, and of course, I added the drug to his food, which he didn’t notice. I am thankful he gave me permission to be the one attending to him, so it would be easier. I left his room when I got a call. What I ordered was here, and the men helped me take it to the room using the elevator. Dexter looked at us as we entered the room, and he was confused.“You can drop it there,” I said, pointing to the right-hand side of his room, leading to the balcony. They dropped it, and I smiled.“Thank you,” I said, and they nodded their heads, leaving. Dexter looked at me.“What is that?” he asked. I smiled, taking the small knife on the plate, and I tore open the carton. He watched me as I unboxed it.“Is that a massage chair?” he asked, and I smiled, removing everything.“Surprise!” I yelled, looking at me, and his mouth hung open. I frowned; he doesn’t like
Aurora POVI woke up and headed straight to Dexter’s room, and when I got there, he was sound asleep. Grabbing the opportunity, I took all his drugs, running to my room and draining everything in the water closet. Then I successfully changed all the pills, following Dr. James’ instruction. I took a deep breath, looking at the pills, and they looked the same.“Nothing unusual,” I mumbled. Then I left my room, heading to his room, and I bumped into Mary. She was carrying a tray, and she looked at me suspiciously.“What are you doing with his drugs?” she asked, and I smiled.“I forgot them in my room when I was packing his food this morning, so I went to get it,” I replied. She looked at me suspiciously, but I ignored her, heading to his room. I bite my lips, hoping I didn’t act suspicious. When we got to his room, he was still asleep, and I dropped the drugs. Mary kept looking at me suspiciously, and she took one of the drugs, opening it and looking at it.“What? You think I put poison
Aurora POV“We were able to turn it into a syringe; this should last for a week, one in the morning and the other at night. It was going to take more time to make, so I told them to do this for it to last a week before then. The remaining would be ready,” he said, showing me the syringe. I nod my head, collecting it.“When you get home, discard all the pills and put this in; they have almost the same shape, so he won’t be able to notice,” he said, and I looked at the pills.“What about the drugs you wanted to check?” I asked. He nodded his head.“I was getting to that. So the first one we checked the content, and the content was banned. Anyone caught using it would be locked up for a long time,” he said, and I was confused.“This drug is addictive; most drug abuse cases are people using this drug. If he has been taking it, he is supposed to be having some mild symptoms. Change in moods, hallucination, then slowly it gets worse, and he starts having mental illness, talking to himself, a
Aurora POVIt was the next day, and I woke up tiredly. My night was a long one; I didn’t realise how exhausted I was; Dexter drained me completely. But thankfully, I was able to get a good sleep. I left my room, heading to the kitchen to prepare his breakfast. The house was quiet as usual, so I just walked to the kitchen aimlessly. But as I got closer to the living room, I was hearing voices, so curious, I headed to the living room. I breathe out as my eyes landed on Mrs. King; she looked graceful as usual. Why is she here? I haven’t heard anything from her since the marriage. Mary looked up, and her eyes locked on me, and she smirked. Did she perhaps report something to Mrs. King? Her confidence and smirk were too glaring to pass by. Anyway, I walked towards them, putting on a polite smile.“Good morning, Mrs. King,” I said, bowing my head a bit. She looked up at me, and a beautiful smile lifted on her face. Mrs. King is a really beautiful woman, always so graceful and soft-sp
Aurora POVAfter Dexter slept off, I stayed for a while, making sure he was asleep. Then I stood up, looking for his drugs. It was on the centre table, and I sighed, looking at it. I seriously doubt I would allow him to take these pills; if he tries to take them, I would feel so guilty, but how do I stop him from taking them? He takes them every day, and Dr. James hasn’t given me the other pills. “What do I do?” I mumbled, running a hand through my hair. I bite my lips. Maybe I should cook him dinner while pondering what to do. I breathe out, leaving his room and heading to the kitchen. I got to the kitchen, and Mary, with two maids, was cooking. I entered, washing my hands and wearing an apron. I went to look for all my ingredients, and thankfully, they had all the ingredients. I am going to cook him a tasty soup with freshly made garlic bread by the side. And of course some fruits. I will handle his food from now on, and I will make sure it’s all healthy. The drugs need to wea
Aurora POV“Who is taking these drugs? It’s dangerous when abused,” he said, cutting into my thoughts. I feel so sad for him. Who wants him dead and why? Dexter might be mean, but I doubt he had done anyone wrong, so why do they want him dead so young?“Aurora,” he called, and I looked up at him.“Are you taking them?” he asked, and I quickly shook my head no.“No, but somebody is feeding this to my husband,” I said.“I saw you got married to him on TV, but that is not the case right now. They are feeding him the wrong drug; they should be arrested; they are breaking the laws. And why would anyone give this to a perfectly fine man?” he asked. I breathe out.“You have to help me out,” I said, looking at him.“How?” he asked.“Can you help me check for these two drugs?” I asked.“Sure, that won’t take time,” he said.“It seems someone wants him dead or permanently useless; he is confined in a wheelchair, and his legs don’t work at all. They are giving him the wrong drugs, and the doctor
Aurora POVThe door opened, and a man walked in carrying a suitcase. He smiled as he looked at Mr. King on the bed, bowing his head a bit.“Good to see you, Mr. King. Hope you’ve been well.” He asked and Dexter nodded his head.“You must be his bride; it’s nice to meet you. I am Dr. Kyle,” he said, outstretching his hand. I smiled, shaking him politely.“Aurora,” I said. He smiled, nodding his head. Then he sat on the bed.“Time for your monthly checkup. How do you feel, Mr. King?” he asked. “I feel the same way, no results. The drugs are barely doing anything, and these days I am starting to get repeated headaches, and it’s affecting my left eye; it’s sometimes hard to see,” he complained. The doctor nodded his head, checking his eyes.“We will need to get you some glasses,” he said, and I frowned.“Aren’t you going to do some eye test to know the cause of the headache and sudden blindness?” he asked. That was exactly what I was thinking.“You worry too much, Mr. King; the headache
Aurora POVYour wedding day, the day that’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life, a day that’s memorable and unforgettable because you are walking down the aisle to meet with the man you will love forever, the man you are going to swear your commitment with. It’s supposed to be an enjoyable day filled with people you love, your family being the happiest folks, your father staring at you in nothing but pure happiness, but sadly, mine was the opposite. It’s the worst day of my life, a day I continually prayed in my heart wasn’t going to be real. I remember two weeks ago, when they broke the news to me, I was getting married to Dexter King in place of my sister. At first, it felt like I was dreaming. Surely, no way I would be getting married to him. The world doesn’t even know the Brown family has two daughters. Katie has been in the spotlight ever since, so why am I getting married to him? But of course, I know I can’t question their decision. I have never questione...
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