DANIELLE’S P.O.V.
The news of Dad’s illness continued to echo in my mind and yet, it remained a struggle for me to process it. I tried to wrap my head around it, but the reality refused to settle in. The ground felt like it had shifted beneath me and the weight of the news pressed against my chest, making it hard for me to breathe. I wanted nothing to do with the men sited at the dining table, I wanted nothing to do with the arranged marriage, and I most especially wanted nothing to do with the snotty, rude bastard that sat across from me at the table, but I had a choice no more. Dad’s confession had practically forced my hand, and now, I had to endure the torture. For his sake, and his sake alone, I forced myself to go through with the introductory dinner with Adrian Valentino and his father, Alfredo, putting on my best behavior as if having to act so civil with the rude bastard were not killing me inside.
As the evening slowly wore on, I stole quick glances at Adrian, expecting to see a form of resistance or disinterest in the conversations that our fathers engaged us with in terms of our marriage agreement, but to my surprise, he was unnervingly calm and collected. He even seemed to be coming to terms with the idea of our impending marriage. When the subject of marriage was brought up by my father, I braced myself for Adrian's refusal, anticipating that he would reject the proposal and that he would come up with a reason to not go through with the engagement, but he did the opposite.
“My father and I have spoken about it, and I see no reason why the marriage should not take place.” He said.
His calm response elicited a smile of approval from both our fathers, catching me off guard and causing chills of suspicion to run down my spine. As if the night could not get any more uncomfortable for me, it took an unexpected turn when both our fathers suggested that we take a walk together. I was reluctant to be left alone with Adrian, but the imploring eyes of my dad caused me to hold back my inhibitions and like that, I followed Adrian outside the house and into the gardens. Once we were alone and out of ear shot, Adrian suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned on me. His expression turned cold and his poker face, which I was accustomed to, returned.
"Was last night part of your grand plan to get closer to me too?" he asked with a cold tone.
"Why, in the world, would I need to scheme to get close to you?" I snapped.
"You tell me. It wouldn't be the first time someone has tried to use me for their own gain." He said.
"Really, Adrian?" I retorted, “Are you so arrogant that you assume everything revolves around you? Is your ego that inflated?”
He arched an eyebrow, an infuriating smirk tugging at his lips.
"I've learned not to trust coincidences," he replied, his eyes never leaving mine, “Especially when women like you are involved.”
Women like me? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
The insult stung and I felt the patience that I tried very hard to conserve wearing out. How dare he question my intentions after everything that had happened between us? Did he think I was so desperate that I would come up with a plan to get close to him? I did not even have the slightest idea of who he was the night that I met him at the club; that was my first time meeting him. Anger burned in my chest as I looked at him.
"Right, because being engaged to you is such a golden opportunity that I cannot bear to miss." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "I was never even aware of your existence before that night at the club. I advice that you take a good look at yourself and around you, for once in your life. Not everything is about you.”
His eyes glittered with a mixture of amusement and something else; an expression that I couldn't quite place.
"Well, Danielle, if you're so opposed to this arrangement, and unhappy about it, why not prove it? Offer to call off the engagement and prove to me that all of this is not just a part of your plan." He said, a cold smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
His words were like a slap across my face, and I felt offense and anger rise within me as he stared at me with that smug expression.
How dare he insinuate that I was the one with ulterior motives?
I wanted, so very badly, to hit him across the face and watch that smug smirk on his lips fall, but I held myself back, reminding myself vividly of the reason why I was engaged in that conversation with the rude bastard in the first place.
"And why can't you be the one to refuse?" I shot back, “Or are you afraid that being rejected by me would bruise your ego?"
At my challenge, Adrian’s lips curved into a wicked grin, infuriating and aggravating me further.
"I assure you. Marriage or not, my lifestyle will not be affected.” He said.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides as my anger reaching a boiling point. Who did he think he was?
Who did that insufferable bastard think he was to speak to me in that manner?
How dare he talk to me with so little regard, and look down on me?
My fury bubbled inside of me and I could barely contain it. I was ready to unleash my frustration. As I prepared to say my next retort, his words stopped me in my tracks and cut through the tension, catching me off guard.
“Or…” he trailed, suddenly rising up his hand. His eyes sparkled as if he had just discovered another wonder of the world, and his lips drew up into a suspicious looking smile.
“Or what?” I asked, looking at him with a suspicious expression and guarded eyes.
"Or," he drawled, his tone dripping with mischief, "we could turn this into a contract marriage. An arrangement of convenience; a trial period to see if we can stay together as a compatible couple that you think we are. We would have rules that would strictly define our current situation, and if neither one of us likes this arrangement, we can walk away from it without having to lose anything.”
A contract marriage?
His unexpected proposition left me momentarily speechless and froze my anger in its tracks. The idea was as bizarre as it was unexpected and I blinked, momentarily taken aback by the suggestion.
Had he seriously just proposed that we enter into a marriage of convenience, without any emotional entanglements or attachments?
I stared at him, searching his eyes for any sign of deception but all I found was that same calculated expression that he had been wearing at the dining table; that same air of nonchalance that he carried around him. It was as if he had just thrown down a challenge and dared me to accept it.
A whirlwind of emotions rolled within me; confusion, disbelief, and an odd sense of curiosity. I met his gaze and held eye contact with him for a few minutes, trying to read his thoughts through his eyes and expression.
"Is this some kind of game to you?" I asked, my voice coming out sharper than I intended for it to.
His gaze held mine and his smirk faded into something that almost resembled genuine interest, but I knew better, and I knew that that insufferably rude bastard could never be interested in anything other than himself.
"It is a solution. Take it or leave it, Danielle. The ball is in your court."
The ball was, indeed, in my court, and I found myself torn between my pride and my curiosity which I could not ignore.
Could I endure this man; this infuriating, rude and cold bastard, even if it was not a real and conventional union?
As the moon bathed the both of us in its glow, I met his gaze, the tension in our eye contact so thick that one could cut through it with a knife.
"Fine," I finally said my voice steady unlike the rollercoaster of emotions in my mind, "Let's do it then; let us see if your so called solution will work out. Let us have a contract marriage, but do not think for a second that I'll make it easy for you."
Adrian's lips curled into a mischievous smile, a sight that caught me off guard.
"I wouldn't expect anything less, Danielle."
And just like that, we stood on the precipice of a new arrangement, one that neither of us had anticipated. As we stared at each other, a silent understanding passed between us. Whatever lay ahead, it was bound to be a tumultuous journey.
Danielle's Pov"You look gorgeous"Layla, Sofia, and I, hooted at and applauded Janelle as she walked out of the dressing room in a sexy and elegant fuschia colored silk slip dress."It's gorgeous but I don't think it would be appropriate for a wedding" Layla said."That's true. Adrian's sister is going to be a member of the bridal train. She's still a girl; I don't think her parents and brother would like seeing her in such a dress" Sofia added."I think I would disagree to agree with that point." a smooth voice purred.My friends and I turned to see a dark haired beauty. She was tall and was elegantly dressed in a navy blue two piece suit and silver stilettos. Her perfectly manicured fingers clutched a small silver purse and silver jewelry adorned her ears, neck, and fingers. She did not look at all like the girl Sofia claimed she was."You must be Danielle." she said as she approached me.Still stunned by her, I only managed to nod in reply. She beamed with elation and hugged me ge
DANIELLE'S P.O.VUpbeat hip-hop blared from the sound system which was connected to a smart tv that hung on the wall in the center of my bedroom. Layla and Sofia choreographed the moves displayed on the tv screen, moving their bodies in tune with the beat of the music, while Sofia and Alisia flipped through magazines, in search of the best hairstyles everyone would wear tomorrow.It was the night of my bachelorette party. The night before the deal between both Adrian's family and mine will be sealed in holy matrimony. The thought of running away had crossed my mind severally during the day but dad's voice from the night of the dinner when he told me of his illness, rang in my head everytime I pondered on the thought, successfully keeping me from going through with the plan.It scared me that my first and last shot at marriage was a sham. I had always dreamt of a fairytale marriage for myself. A marriage that would be a result of a fairytale friendship that boomed into something deeper
DANIELLE'S P.O.VI stared at myself in the mirror of my vanity. The makeup artists and hair stylists had done a spectacular job; I looked breath taking.I opted for natural makeup because I didn't want to look extravagant. The hair stylists curled my naturally curly hair and held it together in a bun with hair pins with some of the curls framing my face. Pearl earrings dangled from my ears and a delicate pearl bracelet sat on my left wrist.The day I have been dreading for the past few weeks was finally here. The D-day.I should not have counted my eggs before they hatched by thinking my nerves would be calmed by the heart to heart I had with Alisia the night before. Letting myself relax in the belief that today would go smoothly was a big mistake on my part.My hands shook in fear, and my left leg trembled from nervousness. I looked like I was having a spasm with the way my body was shuddering.I sat, staring at myself in the mirror as a rush of emotions swirled in my mind. I was sca
DANIELLE'S P.O.V"Welcome New York's latest couple, the newly wedded Mr and Mrs Adrian Valentino." the master of ceremony's voice reverberated.The applause and hooting that followed was deafening. The groomsmen, which consisted of Umar, Adrian's best friend; Michael Smith, Mason Walls, and George Burrell, his friends from college; and the bridesmaids which consisted of Layla, Janelle, Sofia, and Alisia; danced into the room while I looked around the reception hall as Adrian led me to the head table which we were designated to seat at, trying to see if I recognized some of the faces present.I saw some familiar faces from the times when I would visit Dad at work while I was a college student. They waved and smiled at me as I passed and I smiled back.Adrian held on to my hand as I sat and dropped it immediately my behind was firmly planted on the chair. He sat beside me awkwardly and looked around the hall. I had a feeling that he was avoiding me. He had been behaving awkwardly since
DANIELLE'S P.O.VThe music sounded distant, my head felt heavy, my heart started to beat faster than normal, my throat felt dry, and I felt like air had been knocked out of my lungs. I gulped down the rest of my champagne and dropped the empty flute on the table, thinking that the way I was feeling was probably what a panic attack usually feels like.Several thoughts started to swim in my head, provoked by his unexpected presence at the reception.How did he get information about the reception venue?Where did he get those details?Why is he here, smiling at me like we never had that heated conversation the night before?"May I have this dance?" Chase repeated.I fidgeted in my seat while desperately wishing a waiter would pass by so I could request for another refill of my champagne flute."Come on, Dannie. Dance with me" he said.I stared at him, finding it hard to believe he was not up to something. I started to wonder what was going through his mind."I won't bite, I promise" he j
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.My first morning as Mrs Danielle Valentino was a sad and boring one. I might be the first in the history of newly wedded ladies to wake up on a couch, still in her wedding dress, with no idea where in the world her husband was.I rubbed my neck which had become stiff from sleeping on the uncomfortable couch and looked around the sitting room. The sitting area was a big space with white colored walls on which smart tv and speakers hung from. A few black cushioned couches were placed around a long glass center table. The A.C in one corner of the room hummed gently.I stretched and twisted my arms back and forth to relieve the tension in them. I stood up from the couch and trudged around the penthouse, trying to locate a room with my belongings. Once I found a room that contained my familiar pink suitcases, I sighed in relief.I managed to take off my wedding dress after much difficulty and I threw it on the queen sized bed. I opened up a suitcase in search of a fresh s
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.I woke up with a start.The disturbing sound of footsteps made my sixth sense kick in. I slowly climbed out of my bed, opting not to put on my bathroom slippers to make tiptoeing easier and noiseless.I wondered who in the world could be in the house by this time of the night. I had been sleeping alone in the penthouse for the past two weeks because my new groom, Adrian, had been a no show since the night of our wedding. I had no idea where he was, what he was doing, and how he was doing; and I honestly couldn't care less.Alisia usually made my days in the house more cheerful and fun filled; she was especially helpful and assisted me with solutions to my hunger problems by bringing various dishes cooked by the Valentino family chef, on the orders of Alvida, my mother in law.Sadly, my evenings became dreary once she had to leave me on my own. Sometimes, to alleviate the boredom e, I would take my car out for a spin, an activity that gave me immense joy and satisfact
DANIELLE'S P.O.V."What are you going to do today?" Layla asked."The usual. Laze about the house until evening, fight with my husband when he gets back from work, and then go to bed " I replied."That sounds hectically boring" Janelle said.I shrugged. I changed my position on the bed by laying on my stomach then I propped my phone on a pillow to allow my friends a better view of my face."How has life as a married woman been like?" Layla asked."It has been wonderful. Just splendid. My husband and I love one another so very much." I said sarcastically."I can hear the sarcasm dripping from your words. What's up?" Janelle asked."It's been hellish, guys. Being married to this snotty human being has been hell on earth.""How come? He seemed into you at the engagement party. Even at the wedding, he looked like he was the happiest man in the world." Sofia inputed."Maybe it's all in your head. I surely don't feel like the happiest bride in the world.""Seriously, I thought he was really
DANIELLE'S P.O.VI stirred from my slumber, my eyes blinking open reluctantly. The room was bathed in the soft glow of dawn and a lingering sense of unease clung to me.As consciousness found its way back to me, I felt the sting in my eyes which were heavy from a restless night. My eyes stung as I tried to focus on the familiar surroundings. A few remnants of the nightmares that had plagued my sleep replayed in my mind, their vivid images taunting me.A groan escaped my lips as I tried to sit up, the dryness and ache in my throat were evidence of the tumultuous night I had. The taste of fear lingered in my mouth, leaving me parched and exhausted.When I finally sat up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I could still hear the faint echoes of my own screams and I took a quick glance around, half expecting to find shadows lurking in the corners of the room. The sheets clung to my skin- further evidence of my night which had been filled with restlessness.The room, usually a peaceful haven
ADRIAN'S P.O.V.It had been a month since the storm called Chase Sinclair, had hit our lives, leaving destruction and doubts in his wake. The air hung heavy, in my office, with the weight of unspoken words as Omar Zayn, my lifelong confidante and best friend, sat across from me. His eyes, filled with understanding, met mine, as if searching for the turmoil that had etched its mark onto my soul over the past month. The weight of the past month lingered heavily on my shoulders, and I couldn't shake the guilt that gripped my conscience."Omar, I messed up big time," I sighed, rubbing my temples.Omar leaned in, concern etched on his face."What happened with you two, Adrian? Last time I knew, you guys were solid. Tell me everything. Maybe there's a way to fix this." Omar said, his expression empathic.In a flash, I recalled the doubts that had plagued me and the message that had led to my questioning Danielle's fidelity" I doubted Dannie's loyalty, questioned her commitment, and worst o
ADRIAN'S P.O.VThe walls of my office seemed to close in on me as I sat there, utterly drained from the dual onslaught of my demanding position and the storm raging inside of me. The dim lights seemed to intensify the shadows that had taken a place in my life recently and the air felt heavy as the weight of my tumultuous life burdened me.The office room felt like a prison of polished wood and cold steel and the distant hum of the city just outside of the office walls did nothing to ease the feeling of being trapped. The room that was usually a place of productivity and creativity, had. now become a battlefield between my professional obligations to the company and my personal emotions.Rubbing my temples gently, I tried to erase the persistent ache that clawed at my skull, but I couldn't seem to find relief from it. Weariness weighed heavily on my shoulders, and burden on my heart as I could not seem to get away from the shattered pieces of my broken life.The weight of my responsibi
DANIELLE'S P.O.VI woke up with a splitting headache. The piercing pain that seared through my head dragged me out of the depths of unconsciousness. As my eyes fluttered open, I groaned, clutching my throbbing temple. The room spun and my vision blurred as I blinked."Where in the world am I?" I muttered while trying to make sense of my surroundings.As I tried to sit up, the sharp pain in my head intensified, sending shockwaves through my body. It felt like a sledgehammer had collided with my skull and I could hear the faint echoes of my own pained groans. With my muddled senses, I struggled to make sense of my situation. I continued to blink rapidly to clear off the dizzy spell until the dimly lit room slowly came into focus.Suddenly, I felt restraints on my wrists and ankles."What the hell...?" I muttered pulling at the ropes that bound me and restricted my movement. On seeing that they would not budge, undiluted panic started to creep into my body and coursed through my veins an
DANIELLE'S P.O.VThe weeks following my traumatic ordeal at the hands of Chase were a blur of hospital rooms and tests. I had also been offered therapy sessions, but I rejected them as the very last thing I wanted to do was revisit the torture I had gone through. However, I could not seem to run away from those days of captivity as even after I had long been discharged from the hospital, my mind was still trapped in the nightmares that had plagued me ever since that fateful day- the day Chase Sinclair had kidnapped me.It felt like I was trapped in a unending nightmare, unable to escape the memories of what had happened to me- memories of how my baby had almost been taken away from me. I was back in the safety of the mansion Adrian and I had gotten but the house which used to bring me so much peace now seemed as oppressive as it was comforting.I sat on the plush couch in the living room of our grand mansion, surrounded by my friends and family. Adrian was on a business trip and they
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.The hospital corridors stretched before me, a maze of sterile white walls, distant echoes of life, and busked whispers. Their white walls were an unsettling reminder of the captivity I had endured for far too long at the hands of Chase Sinclair. Determination surged through my veins as I made my way towards the women's restroom, a small glimmer of hope guiding me towards the next step in my escape. I walked with purpose and my steps were fueled by a desperate determination to reclaim my life from the clutches of the darkness that Chase had surrounded me with. My footsteps faltered as both anticipation and apprehension coursed through my veins and each footfall echoed in my ears as I made my way to the restroom. Every step that I took felt heavy with anticipation and my heart pounding in my chest as I neared the restroom. It was a moment that held the key to my freedom; the key to reuniting with my family and escaping the clutches of Chase once and for all.As I pushe
ADRIAN'S P.O.V.I sat at my office desk which was surrounded by a sea of important documents related to the impending project that the company was about to start. I was engrossed in the stack of documents that were spread out before me as the impending project demanded my utmost attention.A knock on the door resonated in the room, interrupting my work. The door to my office creaked open, and Karen, my secretary, poked her head inside."Mr Valentino, it's already closing hours," she announced, her voice gentle. "I'm heading home for the night. Do you need anything else before I leave?"Her words jolted me back to reality. Closing hours? I glanced at my watch, realizing that I had lost track of time. I couldn't believe how late it had gotten as time seemed to have slipped away while I busied myself with analyzing every detail of the upcoming project meticulously."Oh thank you, Karen. I had no idea it was that late. Go ahead, call it a day. I'll be fine here for a while longer. You can
DANIELLE'S P.O.V.Chase’s eyes bore into mine, and I could see the rage simmering beneath them. His gaze moved around the room, scanning for any signs of betrayal and then, suddenly, his eyes locked onto my shaking figure. A cruel smile pulled at his lips as he lunged towards me and on reaching me, he grabbed my hand with his grip tightening around my wrist. Panic engulfed me as he wrenched the phone from its hiding place under the pillow and he held it up, triumph gleaming in his eyes.“You really thought you could get away, didn’t you?” he sneered, his voice dripping with maliceI stood there, transfixed to the spot by the fear that caused my heart to pound in my chest, my hands trembling. The stolen phone rested securely in Chase’s grip; a small but strong weapon that I had used against the man who had held me captive for far too long. Chase loomed over me, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and desperation."You think you're so clever, don't you?" His voice was a venomous hiss,
DANIELLE’S P.O.V.The days, weeks, or perhaps months, following my abduction felt like an eternity; I had lost track of time as those moments that I spent while being trapped in this desolate room passed in a hazy blur of fear and despair. Each passing moment was filled with fear, uncertainty, and a desperate longing for my freedom, every second spent in Chase’s clutches was a reminder of the very fragile line that separated both my life and death, every waking moment that I spent in that godforsaken room was tainted by the knowledge that I was at the mercy of a man I once called a friend; a man whom I had thought to forgive and let go of the hurtful things that he had done to me in the past; a man that had now turned into an obsessed captor; a man that had snatched me away from my peaceful existence.The room was always dark and even with the air conditioner, who’s hum served as the only other source of sound in the dreary space, it always felt suffocating as the only other means of