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 this?” Soren asked, referring to Alaric’s affair with Davina.
“I was a fool to ignore the signs of Alaric’s withdrawal and distance. I thought he was stressed because of his new project. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that he would cheat and create such drama,” I said through my sobs while Soren stared blankly at me.
“Can you call Hazel? I’ll stay at her place,” I suggested.
“No,” Soren said firmly. “You’re my girlfriend now, and don’t you see the car chasing us? That’s the paparazzi behind us.”
“What should we do?” I asked, nervous. I bit my lip, knowing how nasty they can get. Having been with Alaric, I knew what it was like to be in the limelight. Before that, my life was simple and normal; I lived with my aunt, who passed away after my marriage to Alaric.
“Stay with me, Raisin,” Soren said, using the nickname he had called me since we became friends. He smirked, seeing me annoyed.
“Soren, I can’t stay with you,” I said.
“Why not? Publicly calling you my girlfriend was a bold step. Here you are, making a fuss,” Soren replied. “I’ll call Hazel to my penthouse.” I nodded. He’s right; I need to stay with Soren for now. I have no home of my own, only the house Alaric and I shared, and I can’t go there to face that asshole and his girlfriend tonight.
Soren entered the keypad lock and opened the door to his bachelor pad, which exuded an air of sophistication and luxury; the sprawling layout boasts panoramic city skyline views through floor-to-ceiling windows that bathe the space in natural light. Soren looked different—not the young guy I remembered, but a man with a sharp jawline, soft brown hair, and hazel eyes with a charming allure. His body profile was more muscular as he took off his light blue blazer, and his white shirt hinted at the contours of his body. Back in college, he was a lean guy and not so groomed—he was a nerd if you ask me. I glanced away from Soren as my phone rang; it was Hazel. I texted her to come to Soren’s place and sent her the address.
“When did you move to New York?” I asked as I settled in the room, wanting to steer the conversation away from my pain and agony. “You said you would never return to New York since your family business is based in London.” Soren didn’t answer; he walked to the bar counter, made a drink, and handed me the vodka that I liked.
“You remember what I like?” I asked, impressed with his memory. I downed the vodka in one gulp. Soren brought the bottle over, placing it on the table, and I poured myself another drink. Soren watched quietly. He was always the introvert, rarely speaking unless asked, especially if the question was too personal.
“What are you planning to do, Raisin?” he asked.
“First, my name is not Raisin; it’s Raisel,” I corrected him, and Soren rolled his eyes. “Second, I’m going to divorce that motherfucker—no, wait, I will divorce him and tarnish his fucking name,” I said, my words turning into an evil laugh that soon turned to tears as I remembered how sweet Alaric had turned into that bastard and devil. I never imagined it would hurt so much; he humiliated me. I hugged myself, crying. The doorbell rang, and Hazel came in and hugged me; I cried even more as she gently patted my back.
“Hazel, what you said came true—he cheated on me.”
“We will take revenge, but first, divorce that asshole,” Hazel said as we stepped back from the hug, and I nodded.
“And you, seriously pulling the college stunt, Soren, acting as the boyfriend?” Hazel scolded him. “The internet is going crazy. Some are on Raisel’s side, and some call her the reason the marriage was ruined: she’s dating Soren for money, like a gold digger.”
“Why is my name tarnished and not his?” I snapped angrily.
“Your husband has a good PR team to handle crises,” Hazel explained.
“Alaric is not my husband,” I snapped back. Hazel raised her hands in surrender, signaling for me to calm down.
“What do you want, Raisel?” Soren asked as if he were a genie ready to grant my wishes.
“Revenge,” I said, my tears mingling with anger. Alaric had only seen my housewife side—the loyal and obedient wife who listened to him and followed his rules. But he doesn’t know my other side.
“How do you plan to do it?” Hazel inquired. I looked at Soren. He had come up with the stupid college stunt of renting a boyfriend. Between Soren and me, I hoped he would agree to play along.
“Soren, you will act as my rented boyfriend to stir up the drama my husband tried to create. I will bring a storm to his life,” I declared, half-drunk. Soren looked at me and smirked, a sign of agreement.
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,
Raisel _ POVTears 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—a
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