I could not sleep. I was so startled to see him with her on our wedding night. So! I booked a beautician. My hair wasn't chestnut brown anymore. I colored them blonde.
' It's looking pretty cool. I have always wanted to do this. Mom never allowed me. Well! No one is above me now. It's my life.'
When he slid the ring on my finger. We were declared married. My father transferred two million pounds into my account.
When my father told me to marry Edward Rhodes. I asked him what would I get from this wedding. That was a wise move. I was glad I did it but I wasn't feeling that proud now. He should wait, at least for tonight. He could show some manners.
I shook my head and thinned my lips. Why was I mulling over his actions? His action would bring consequences to him soon. I should not be sad. I was expecting rose petals to fall from the sky. The bitch was radiated a halo of confidence and serenity offering herself to him.
' I'm not interested in the title of Sienna Edward Rhodes. I'm glad just being Sienna Grey. When my father told me he would give me two million pounds. My eyes lit up. I agreed to be his wife. In reality, It wasn't the main reason to agree with it. My grandma loves me. I could do anything for her. She wanted me to marry him. I said yes. And two million! I took it as a bonus to fulfill my dreams. '
He'd never find me on the table dancing to impress him but to drown him in the pool of his own mistakes.
I glanced at my reflection. I hated last night, our wedding night! My long pink dress was designer and hugged my curves. I was supposed to wear it while walking out of this room with my husband after completing my wedding. But not anymore! I laughed so raucously but it couldn't soothe the small ping in my chest.
I grabbed the handle of my luggage and walked out of the room. I wanted to turn and slapped on his door. But he didn't need to know this.
I pressed the button and waited for the elevator to come. I was getting impatient. I wanted to get out of here, I didn't want to share the same roof with him. I did not want him to see me.
A figure stopped next to me. I looked at her. She was my husband's partner. Her hair was a mess. She was continuously running her fingers in her messy hair. I could smell my husband over her. She yawned and covered her mouth with her other hand and muttered, "Sorry," With a slight smirk.
"Hi," I smiled as I glanced at her, "Need some help?" I asked. I shouldn't help her. I shouldn't forget. Unknowingly, she helped me to get rid of my husband.
"Yea! Can I borrow your perfume?" She asked me with a smile.
"Of course!" I smiled. The elevator's door opened. I hurriedly pulled my luggage bag with me.
'You've used my husband. Geez! Wrong! He has used her entire night. It is just a perfume.'
She paced in right behind me. The door dinged close. I slipped my hand into my bag and took it out.
She glanced at it, "Nice choice." She took it from me with a smile.
I smiled. It was a dry one, not my genuine one. I took out my phone and ran my fingers on the display. I was exhausted and frustrated but she didn't need to know.
' I have booked my flight. I have two million pounds. I can buy whatever I want. I don't need anyone. '
"Thanks," She said, returning it to me. I took it silently and shoved it back into my bag. For now! I was going to throw it like my husband, "I'm Kristina." She extended her hand.
Unwantedly, I shook my hand. She must have touched him with her soft hands. I strongly felt the need to throw up. I hid my disgust behind my smile, "Welcome," I wiped my hand on my dress.
"You know, Edward Rhodes?" She asked with disgust on her face.
" Yeah! The CEO." I smiled, furrowing my brows. I cast my head low. So she couldn't see my anger. Which wasn't for her.
"Bastard!" My smile widened hearing it, "He called me here. I was expecting a beautiful sexy night with him. He's fu***** s**y! Muscular body, abs, curves! Oh my god! So tempting! " Her luring expression changed into disgust. The elevator door opened but she didn't stop speaking, "After kissing me like hell. He just stopped." I could tell from her angry face. She was not lying, "He didn't want to cheat on his wife. He was no fun."
I was about to walk away but I stopped dead. She glanced at me and held my arm and pulled me out of the elevator. I swallowed the lump. I wanted to run back into the room and wanted to act like his wife.
Geez!
Where did this come from? I shook my head.
' It doesn't matter to me. I'm using these pictures against him.'
I was feeling a little bad. I suppressed that tiny part. It wasn't needed here. I didn't need to answer our families - 'Why did I do this?' Indeed, it was just an excuse. His pictures with Kristina would answer them.
We walked out of the elevator. She spoke so fast that she spilled out a lot of information in less than a half minute.
"Have a good day, Kristina." I smiled drifting out of the hotel.
"Thanks. I didn't catch your name, dear?" She asked. Her smile was friendly.
First, I thought about lying to her. Then I changed my mind, "Sienna." I did not stop my pace as I darted toward the car. The driver opened the door for me, "Thanks," I muttered.
' I have already booked a cab. I am flying away from New York. I didn't know. She has recognized me or not. But the silence explains a lot. '
"His wife's name is also Sienna," I heard her muttering.
She didn't recognize me. Good! The guilt would have ruined her day. I stared at my phone. I clicked on the send button. I stared more. I had sent his and Kristina's pictures to his and my family.
'I don't wanna do any damage to him. I'm sending them to our families, not to the media. He should be grateful.'
I didn't know why. But I wanted to go back after knowing the fact from Kristina. But it could be a lie too. I shouldn't be bothered about it. It wasn't my concern. We had different paths to walk. He didn't even look at me in my wedding dress. Though, the kiss was fantastic.
I bit my tongue and shook my head. My phone was already ringing in my hand. Edward! I pressed the red button and switched it off.
The airport wasn't far from the hotel. My mind kept swirling with his thoughts. I had questioned myself many times about my step, walking away from him and our wedding. Though, this was my prime thought.
The driver pulled over the car and stepped out.
I dragged myself out of my mind. We were heading to the Maldives for our honeymoon. But not anymore.
I puffed out a deep sigh. My throat suddenly felt tightened. I put on my dark glasses and straightened my back. I opened the door and stepped out of the car.
The driver took out my bag from the trunk. I grabbed it after thanking him and walked in.
'I should not feel sad. I was supposed to g
o with him, not alone. It's nagging me. '
I slammed the door in frustration after she walked out of the room. I don't even know her name. I thought to distract myself from my beautiful wife, her blue eyes that couldn't peel off of me when I kissed her, sealing our wedding. She had been promised to me and there was no way out. Letting other women in my room was the only way to keep her away. She didn't need to worry about it. Soon, she would be aware of the hell she had chosen for herself. I slithered my hand through my hair. I asked her to stay the night. So my wife could know that I wasn't into this wedding. I saw her, my wife walking out of my room. I don't know. How did she manage it? My lips curled up at her bravery. 'She's more clever than I imagined. And I shouldn't forget very gorgeous and f***able in her wedding gown.' My phone began to ring. I scowled at the screen. I leaned forward and clenched my jaw. I grabbed it exasperatedly. I swiped my finger and hoisted it up to
I sat up, pushed the cover away, and slipped out of the bed. The weather was beautiful outside. It looked like the best day to wander around. I was tired after my flight. I rested until I got bored living behind these white walls. The sight still haunted me in my nightmares that my husband was kissing another woman on our wedding night. I didn’t get a choice on who I got to marry, so when my family was presented with the arrangement, it was decided behind closed doors and in front of the person I loved most, my grandma and I couldn't deny, and the offer my father promised to me. My father also made me sign the paper. I was officially the promised wife to the king. He looked like a born leader. I had seen him in his office, on television. We hadn't met before our wedding. I could feel his commanding waves from afar too. His dark eyes stabbed me, accusing me of being his wife when he claimed my lips. I didn’t even know how I was chosen over thousands of girl
My breath gets caught in my throat. Last night was still excruciating. How could he live with it? A calm smile on his face. He also forced me to pose for cameras when the media and many photographs followed us to our hotel. He ruined my vacation. People were first just staring at me, wondering what the king's bride is doing here. Why is she alone? I don't care. All I cared about was myself, my happiness. I don't mind fading into the background. I'd love to fade and enjoy my privacy. Until he invaded it and now he ruined it. When he led me to the Royal Suite, which I refused first. His threat still lingered in my head. I wanted to hoard peace for me, away from these flashes of cameras, and them throwing thousands of questions at me. I didn't want any emotional entanglements, but his look, the way of his holding, he was still drawing me to his side, his grip tight on my waist. My dirty thoughts never left me for a second. ' Yakk! I'm imagining mys
He did seem a little different when it was just the two of us. He seemed like a cold personality to me. I wanted to kill and like him at the same time. I didn't want to fool myself. This… wasn't getting us anywhere. It wouldn't vanish soon. The imprint would stay longer than my imagination. I could hope… he didn't crush me. He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. We made our way silently. "Now! Leave me alone." I told him. I should try to escape again. The question was… could I do it? By law, we belonged to each other, physically too but not by heart. My heartbeat was loud in my chest. He looked at me as if he wanted to eat me. I flattened my lips and stared at him. I couldn't give him the angry look I aimed for. He kept looking at me with a warm smile. Pink rose up my neck. I scowled at him. I shooed him away and he didn't mind. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. When he pulled his hands back, the look he gav
I glanced around in shock. My lips parted witnessing the sumptuous villa. It was mostly constructed with glasswork. My eyes stopped on a gargantuan glass wall. I could be on the other side of it. "It's a secret place. No one knows about it." He said, coming behind me. I could see his reflection through the glass wall. I touched the glass. But I was touching his reflection. I couldn't rein the strong feeling to touch him. "Thankfully no photographer and media," I spun, pushing my thoughts elsewhere. He pressed the button on a small remote control and gestured to me to glance back. I whirled on my heels and glanced at the wall. It began to part in two pieces, "How did you do it?" I asked him. I couldn't stay on my feet. I ran outside. My feet were buried in the sand. I laughed as I felt the sand beneath my feet. The sound of the tides and waves filling the air. Everything looked amazing. I didn't wait and rushed forwar
I wasn't expecting this kind of behavior from our families. Not a single word to him. No one even questioned him. Would they have welcomed me with so much warmth if it were my pictures? Hell! No! They must have lectured me about my Maidenhead, particularly my parents. Everybody's attention was flocked toward me. My father's glare stopped me. We looked like a perfect family from the outside but from the inside, I could see the difference clearly. I stared at the walls of his room. His parents and my parents acted as if nothing had happened. If it would be me instead of their son. Their gazes would have killed me. Their words would have stabbed me. "Grey color!" I heard my mother's cheerful voice. I could see some advice was going to come my way. I didn't wanna hear. It would only infuriate me. This room was massive with gray walls, dark furniture, a white marble floor, sheer curtains, and chandeliers above the set of gray couches. I hate his room, gray
Fame was a powerful thing. If it landed in the right hands, you could conquer the world. I was hearing her talking but I couldn't pay attention. My mind was somewhere else. He didn't come back to the room after my parents left. I did know where he spent his night, sleeping in another room or sleeping with another woman. I shouldn't care about him. He had paid off the loan, debt, and I must not forget, fifty percent partnership with my father in his business. Dad didn't mind as I'm his daughter and Edward is my husband, his son-in-law. Still, the nagging feelings couldn't be ignored. It hit me every second. I thought about contacting him many times. That would be a mistake. Perhaps, not. I shouldn't present myself to him. I should respect myself. She tapped on my shoulder, "Sienna, are you hearing me?" She raised her arched brows. Her fingers ran through her hair, showing her green-painted nails. She's wearing a white tight dress. She was a hottie. Her blue eyes sparkl
They’re a family heirloom. His ancestors earned the title hundreds of centuries ago. They ruled the noble community. My family is nothing compared to them. Doesn't he want to marry me? That would be the reason he would hire a girl to spend time with him. Things are getting complicated. I did not know what to do with us. A beep echoed in the room, grabbing my attention. I glanced at my phone. Aerial's message popped up on my screen. I swiped. 'Club, if you're not busy,' I immediately replied to her. I didn't wanna spend another night alone when I didn't know anything about him. I wanted to know desperately. Sometimes, I thought of losing control over myself and yelled out of my lungs. I didn't wait for her message. I grabbed a silver dress from the cupboard and sauntered to the washroom. I checked my reflection, there was sadness in my eyes but it wouldn't stay long, I checked my make-up, and ran my hand over my mini silver dress. Perfect
The nightmares have disappeared, and I am smiling again. It's not always true what we see. The fact that Edward is there for me, gives me a sense of empowerment and reason to live life again. He has put his imprint on my heart. We were on the private island of Marcus. Aerial has picked this place for Uncle and Andria's wedding. I wanted to marry him again in this beautiful place. A chuckle fell from Andria's lips. She was looking adorable in her mermaid wedding dress. Aerial was hovering around her like a little girl. Her pink puffy gown was giving her a princess look. I was wearing a royal blue gown with thin stripes. The ends of my hair were curled, falling down my back. I released a soft sigh as I spun on my plump heels. Edward was against me wearing them. But I promised him to be careful while walking. He took care of us. I smiled, glancing down at my stomach. I was still scared but things turned easy with Edward. "We should go. Are you ready?" Aerial as
I swept my hair back into an elegant bun. I picked a teal and cream color dress for myself. It was breakfast time. No one disturbed me, no one visited me. I was thankful but it also made me realize that I was alone. Perhaps, I have lost everything. My family, my friend, my husband. I whirled on my heels and sauntered over to the door. I pulled it open and didn't stop my pace. I was scared to face him. I reached the dining hall. A smile brightened my face when I saw him sitting in the head chair. The chair I used to sit in was empty. I wasn't certain. Should I sit there or away from him? James and Elisa were sitting together, muttering something under their breaths. A giant smile bloomed on their faces. James craned his neck and looked at me, ''Good morning, sunshine." He smiled. Edward stared up at him, "Are you flirting with my wife?" His gaze turned hard on him. He rolled his eyes, "For goodness sake, look at your wife,"
I couldn't turn my expression into an indifferent mask. I ruined everything between us. He must be hating me for hurting him. Did I break his heart? He could read my thoughts easily. I was alone to deal with my pain. The door cracked open. His feet hit the floor softly. He was the last person I wanted around me, particularly now when I was feeling guilty, stupid for walking away. He sauntered over to me. He took my chin between his fingers and thumb. He forced me to look at him. I lowered my eyes. It was a shameful moment. He found me. He brought me back. The woman I was thinking of could be his girlfriend. I was wrong. James was the father of her child. I shouldn't be here. I hurt us both. Tears streamed down my cheeks. His first two fingers slid under my chin, his thumb swiped on my cheek, "Why these tears now?'' He demanded in a low voice. His anger was visible in his low voice but his features were calmed, " It's no use crying over
Three months: I haven't seen him, I don't know anything. Where is he? I'm staying in Barnsbury away from his elegant palace. This place is far away from his modern life. I bought this small place with an attached garden from a teenage boy who wanted to leave Barnsbury desperately after the death of his parents. I didn't try to call anyone. Though I miss them all. Uncle and Andria would have been married. I smiled at the thought but it faded with my tears streaming down. I endeavored to forget him. I couldn't. I saw him in my dreams every night. My brain was trying to comprehend and my heart wasn't ready to accept that he could do this to me when he loved me. Life without him didn't set in. The more I tried to ignore him, his memories hit me like a ten-ton truck. Sometimes, I saw him ambling into my room in my sleep, him scooping me up. It felt real. I laughed at the thought. People would call me mad. I missed him, his bossy attitude, his t
I slithered my hand in my hair exasperatedly. The situation was going out of my control. All thanks to my brother. I muttered curses under my breath. I saw Sienna out of the door through the mirror. I didn't know how much she had heard. She didn't look happy. "I haven't told him. Will he accept us? I'm so scared, Edward." Elisa asked, seated across from me in my office. My wife thought... She's my girlfriend. Well! It was hard to control my smile when she said that with hatred and anger on her beautiful face. I couldn't neglect the pain in her eyes. She didn't want to accept her feelings. I was obstinate to surface her feelings. I glanced at the message I sent thirty minutes ago. He should be home now, I stared out at the vast grassland. Only one name was echoing in my mind, Sienna. But this was important. James needed to accept what he did. His doing shattered my plan. I wanted to lead a simple life with my wife. Now after this, when Elisa
I just wanted to see him smile. I would like to hide my happiness to save it from bad eyes. It was hard when his sweet words kept running in my mind. He loves me back more. The bedroom door creaked open. I didn't need to turn to look at who. His cologne engulfed me before his arms curled around me. He planted a small kiss on my shoulder. It was a light touch of his warm and soft lips. It left a trace on my skin and sent warmth through my body. A part of me was scared she would take him away. I told myself over and over again that she would leave soon. Her being near my husband felt like a wave crashing on the shore. I didn't want her near him. All of those emotions swirled into a deadly concoction in the pit of my stomach. Mere thought tormented me. I pushed them away immediately as it was impossible. Yes, I'm possessive. Shouldn't I? We're married. His arms tightened around me. I couldn't help but draw to him. He nudged hi
I got in the car. Excitement was still bubbling in the pit of my stomach. He was out for two days. It barely hadn't passed twenty-four hours. I didn't understand. When he was in Paris how he could arrange things. I ran my hand on the slight golden bodycon mini dress. It was off-shoulder, showing my bust. I heaved a deep sigh. My chest rose and fell with the moment. I was feeling sexy. I was wearing his black shirt over my dress. I wanted him to see me, only him. How would I control my feelings when he'd be around me? The driver pulled over the car. I stared at the Villa in puzzlement. It was surrounded by grassy land. I reached for the door, clenching my clutch in one hand. I stepped out. I darted my gaze around. There was no one. The driver drove away, leaving me alone. I just stood there dumb. I thinned my lips in anger. What kind of husband was he? He invited me here when he was in Paris. Now his driver abandoned me. I staye
I felt myself growing closer to him. My gaze didn't leave him. He was sleeping calmly. It was such a peaceful sight to see him. I couldn't speak my emotions, they were growing over time. I didn't want to keep my feelings to myself any longer. They were my strength now. But once they jumped out of my lips. It would be troublesome. He wouldn't accept anything more than a physical. I bent down and placed a soft kiss on his cheek. I waited and he didn't stir. I pulled myself out of the mattress and walked out of the room. Everything was changing. I couldn't resist the pull. The wind ruffled my hair as I opened the door and stepped out. I planted my feet on the grass and stared up at the sky. I felt goosebumps on my arms. I folded them, pulling them closer to my body. The weather was changing. I needed to stop this, my feelings for him. He couldn't control me. I needed to get used to the fact that there was nothing in the future for me. I couldn't hurt
My heart thundered wildly in my chest as I walked into the kitchen. I stared around in puzzlement. I didn't understand a thing here. But it wasn't out of the confusion of being in the kitchen. A lot of things happened in her life. I was around her but I couldn't detect a single thing. "You don't know a thing around you," She said leaning against the counter in the kitchen. "You're a good actress," I said, my voice full of sarcasm. "Like you," She shot back. She put pressure on her lips, forming a thin line. I glared at her, "I didn't get married. I wasn't pregnant." My voice raised, breaking the silence. She sighed, pulling herself away from the counter, "I'm sorry." she muttered. I shook my head, "You should have told me when you dated him the first day. I was stupid. I didn't notice. It could be a man instead of our business." I breathed in and exhaled, hoping to control my exasperation. " I just could