Raisel _ POV
Tears never stop, and the humiliation worsens with hate-filled texts from people and my so-called friends bashing me. I have been staying in Soren’s place for a month now. Hazel got me some clothes, and I’ve cooped up in Soren’s penthouse’s cozy queen-sized guest room. Soren has been kind, trying to console me and bringing chocolates and ice cream.
“Raisel,” Soren called out, dressed casually in a white t-shirt, jacket, and jeans, a change from his usual formal attire.
“What?” I asked, not looking up.
“Get dressed; we’re going clubbing,” Soren announced.
“No, I don’t want to face anyone or go out,” I protested.
“You need to stop crying and get out. Try to enjoy yourself,” Soren urged.
“You don’t understand how it feels to be heartbroken, cheated on, and humiliated by someone you loved,” I cried again. Soren sighed.
“You’re acting like a coward, Raisel,” he said sharply. “I thought you wanted revenge. He’s out there with his ex—or no, wait, his current girlfriend, Davina—and here you are, crying your eyes out.” I angrily threw my pillow at him, upset by his bluntness. Where was the caring Soren who used to sit and listen to my rambling about Alaric’s cute moments and how he turned into a jerk I could never have imagined?
“I am no coward. I will take my revenge,” I declared with anger swelling.“So dress up like a doll; we have a show to put on,” Soren responded. “I can’t let you lose to that jerk who deserves a bit of a show.”
“Is it necessary to take revenge? I mean, considering the dating contract we have in place,” I said, again doubtful about the plan to make Alaric look bad by dating Dalton. It didn’t sit right with me, given the current situation.
“Get changed; things will unfold. Trust me, Raisel,” Soren encouraged. I nodded as he shut the door, feeling nervous about this plan. Maybe I was being bold and not the naive housewife anymore. I needed to return to my true self, which got lost in Alaric’s desire for a ‘good girl’ and housewife. I realized how he had manipulated me slowly to the point where I lost sight of myself, constantly worried about what people thought, if I looked beautiful, or if I was dressing modestly as Alaric always preferred.
Stepping out of the shower, I dried my hair and walked to the closet. I chose a bold, short red dress with a plunging neckline and spaghetti straps, applied makeup, and let my hair down. I spritzed on my favorite perfume, Venus, which had a floral scent with a hint of cinnamon. Finally, I adorned myself with jewelry from Hazel’s collection and slipped into black platform heels that perfectly matched the dress.
“I’m ready,” I announced, leaving my room. Soren’s gaze swept over me from head to toe, and I did a twirl for him. “Do I look like a billionaire’s girlfriend?” I asked.
“You look gorgeous,” Soren replied, his voice a bit low, making my heartbeat. No, this couldn’t be happening; I wasn’t supposed to feel these things—it was just my emotions on a rollercoaster ride. A wave of self-consciousness hit me. Alaric used to comment whenever I wore more revealing clothes, making me feel insecure about not being skinny enough to wear them. I had never worn such clothes out of these insecurities.
“I should change,” I said hesitantly.“Why?” Soren asked, stopping me.
“Don’t let your insecurities get the better of you. You look beautiful,” Soren reassured me.
“I’m not too fat? I’m not skinny,” I whispered, voicing my insecurities.
“You are perfect, Raisel,” he whispered, his voice close and comforting. I could smell his cologne, and his hazel gaze was warm and understanding. I felt secure in his presence.
“Let’s go,” I followed him out, and he opened the door of a Chevrolet Corvette parked in the garage. The entire parking lot was filled with sports cars—name a brand, and it was there.
“You’re still a crazy fan of cars,” I commented.
“Yes, my company will soon launch a sports car,” Soren said.
“But doesn’t your company deal with land?” I asked, puzzled.
“We’re looking to expand into every industry,” he replied calmly, but it seemed like he was hiding something. As the car sped up, so did my heartbeat, and damn, Soren’s sexy hands never showed as much as they did now, steering the vehicle with solid arms—good enough for Soren to impress any girl, unlike back when he couldn’t manage to win the heart of the girl he loved. I don’t remember her name.
“Raisel,” he corrected gently. “Act like we’re a couple in love. Don’t be shy or awkward with me, and leave the rest to me—I’ll twist the tale against Alaric.”“I’ve been practicing talking about you. I heard you’ve never dated anyone,” I said.
“You stalk me?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I didn’t stalk you. For some reason, I always see you in the news, always with your hookups,” I replied.
“Jealous?” he teased.
I scoffed at him. I didn’t know what he had planned for me in this revenge scheme, but I decided to go with the flow. Paparazzi were already swarming the club when Soren helped me out of the car. Cameras flashed, and I stood bold, refusing to cry or show weakness. Yet, the flashing lights brought back the horror of that night. My hands trembled with fear, and my body followed suit. Microphones pushed forward, bombarding me with questions.
“Raisel,” Soren called out, taking my hand and guiding me away from the lights and into the VIP lounge. His hazel eyes were on me as he caressed my cheeks. “Calm down, Raisel. I’m here,” he soothed, pulling me into a desperately needed hug. No one was around to see me cry. “I’m sorry I failed to be bold and put on a show.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Soren said. I broke the embrace and remembered Soren was never one to let anyone touch him. He used to hate anyone touching his body, and here he was, hugging for the first time.
“What?” Soren asked at my stare.
“Nothing. I’ll refresh my makeup,” I said. Soren nodded. As soon as I stepped out, I heard Soren.
“Make sure no one says anything ill about my girlfriend in any articles,” he spoke. When he referred to me as his girlfriend, it felt like I was his real girlfriend. I shook off my thoughts. Soren acted like a good boyfriend, as he was my best friend. I remembered how I was tired of getting roses from guys in class and being nagged to date them, so I had asked Soren to be a fake boyfriend to help, who was ready to repay his debt to me as I had saved him from being picked on by seniors. What are the odds that I would be in debt to him? With his help, he came like a knight in shining armor. I walked to Soren, who smiled at me and disconnected the call.
“Guys,” Hazel walked in haste.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Your ex-husband has announced his marriage to Davina.” I stood still with the news. Hazel said, showing me the picture.
Raisel – POV“What?” I asked, surprised. Alaric and I mutually agreed to a divorce, so it was granted by the court just yesterday, which was sooner than the given period. No wonder Alaric must have bribed someone to expedite the divorce.“Why would he announce his marriage to Davina?” I asked. “What kind of man is Alaric to move on so easily?” I said in tears.“I know why,” Soren said.“We are the talk of the town,” Soren said. “I have never dated anyone, and people think I am serious and in love with Raisin. It would backfire on Alaric.”“Why would it backfire on Alaric?” I asked.“I will explain later,” Soren said. Hazel and I gave him a suspicious look.“I need an answer, Soren. I know you asked me to trust you, but you need to let me know what is happening,” I said.“Fair enough, I can tell you one thing. Investors knew about Alaric’s flings and cheating. They don’t take it lightly because they believe if a man cheats on his wife, he can cheat in business, and those big investors
Author Note:Hey readers,This book delves into the darker side of romance, featuring explicit language, scenes, and a slow-burn romance intertwined with a stalker trope. Please be aware that the content is intense and may not be suitable for everyone. If you enjoy dark romance novels and want to stay updated, follow me to my Facebook group, Tracy Readrats, for more insights and discussions.Happy reading!TracyRaisel – POVMy eyes are glued to my phone screen, but no texts come from Alaric. He’s probably busy at work. I’m dressing for a charity event, selecting a midi white classic sleeveless dress from my wardrobe. It’s a solid cream color, adding to its understated charm. The bodice is snug, with a square neckline that complements my collarbones and provides the perfect backdrop for a simple pearl necklace. Once dressed, I rechecked my phone, but there was still no text.I call Hazel my best friend. “Hey, are you coming with a plus one?” I ask.“Not lucky enough. I’m coming stag t
Raisel – POV“I agree,” I whispered in response to Soren’s proposal, and he smirked. The paparazzi bombarded us with questions, their flashes making my head dizzy. Soren’s arms wrapped around my waist, gently pulling me to his side and shielding me from view.“Mr. Soren Dalton, we need to ask Mrs. Raisel Warden some questions,” the paparazzi said.“You will not ask any questions to my girlfriend,” Soren stated firmly, looking at me as he guided me into an extensive black limousine. I could hear the paparazzi shouting about a wife and husband’s secret affair and other partners, proclaiming shocking news about a couple once adored by the public now dramatically parting ways. Soren’s warm hands covered my ears to block out the noise, and the car began to move away. The paparazzi were still blocking the car, trying to ask more questions.“You are safe now,” Soren said as he took his hands back.“Thank you,” I whispered, sniffling. Soren handed me his handkerchief.“Did you not know about
Soren – POVHazel and Raisel were sleeping in my guest room after finishing a tub of ice cream. I looked out at the night city skyline from my window, sipping a drink from my glass. I hate how things have turned out for Raisel; she looked so broken and humiliated. She never deserved such treatment—she’s a kind soul and a good woman. Raisel has been my best friend, the one who stood by me through thick and thin in college, and when I was bullied, she was the one to stick by my side and stand up for me. She gave me the courage to get through the dark times and slowly regain my self-esteem. I was the freak nerd of the college, the topper but not the popular guy like Alaric, who was the basketball team’s captain and managed to capture Raisel’s heart. I was happy she found love and moved to London.“Soren,” Hazel called, and I turned to look at her. She was giving me a stern gaze. “Why are you here in London?”“Not happy to see me, Hazel?” I asked.She frowned. Hazel, Raisel’s best friend,