CHAPTER THREE
HEAVEN’s POV This was what every girl would have termed as a dream wedding. A luxurious, extravagant wedding—that was trending right now on the internet, to a very successful billionaire, hot, dashing, handsome, breathtaking even, standing out amongst the crowd, his demeanor screaming power and bizarre authority. Wearing it clearly on his face that he shouldn’t be messed with, and honestly, I could count the amount of times I’d seen the corner of his lips tug up in what barely resembled a smile. We all gushed about these kind of men in the books we read, hoping we’d be lucky enough to get married to someone just like them. Funny how you have to be put in a constricting position, have everything you’ve ever dreamt about, everything you’ve ever hoped for, everything you’ve ever believed in, grasped from your reach. Having your heart heavy, yet the tears don’t come out, causing the constant pang in your chest threaten to tear down your rib cage. Being put in a situation where there’s plenty of oxygen, but you can’t breathe, you’re suffocating, each breath a testament to your suffering, daring to break you apart to even smaller pieces. Pretty funny how you have to go through so much before it slaps you right across the face that there’s a whole big difference between reality and fiction. The clattering of glasses drew me out of my dwam as my eyes traveled across the huge quintessentially decorated hall. Pristine tablecloths fell in cascades over round tables, and delicate flowers—white as the snow—graced each centerpiece. Crystal chandeliers showered the room in a gentle, inviting light, promising a day that should have been filled with joy. Everywhere I turned, a sea of guests dressed in the theme's vibrant red flowed around me, contrasting sharply against the tranquil white. They were like flames dancing on ice, a vivid attestation to the celebration that my life had abruptly become. Amidst them, I found myself a pale ghost, wearing white not just in attire but in spirit too, feeling stark and misplaced. I felt dead, even though I was alive and breathing. I felt empty, the void eating me up from the insides. Adrian, the man now my husband, stood tall and unmistakably proud in his tailored suit. "Smile, Heaven," he whispered, a command veiled as a request, the deep baritone of his voice, causing my eardrums to tingle. His hand, firm around my waist, steered me through the crowd. We made our rounds, stopping first by clusters of business partners who eyed me like a new asset to be appraised. "Giana's daughter, finally part of the family," one who looked like he was in his late fifties, chuckled, his bald head gleaming under the lights scintillating from the crystal chandeliers. His eyes, pinned on mine, had a strange look in them that I couldn’t place, his smile, lopsided, sending chills down my spine. I mustered the smallest smile I could, darting my gaze to the wedding band in my ring finger. “You look beautiful, by the way,” another voice spoke, causing me to raise my head, my eyes meeting his. “Congratulations,” he added, stretching forward his hand that I took with uncertainty, retracting almost immediately. He let out a chortle, pushing back his hair. “Adrian, congratulations. And who knows, before we know it, they’re expanding the family already,” baldie said with a goody laugh. “Expansion is very important, Right, Mr Miller?” Davis,—as Adrian has called him earlier, added, their voices laced with something I couldn’t quite place—was it intrigue, or mockery? Adrian on the other hand stared back at them with eyes that held no emotions at all—blank. “See you some other time,” he said dismissively to the men, craning his head in my direction. “Shall we?” He asked. "Delighted," I lied through my teeth, my voice as hollow as I felt. Adrian beamed, oblivious or indifferent to my discomfort. The mask of joy I wore felt heavier with each passing second. As we moved further into the throng, my heartbeat quickened, a sense of foreboding wrapping around me like a shroud. I was never used to having so much attention on me, so many pairs of eyes fixated on me, watching me, following my every move. In all sincerity, it made me extremely anxious, my heart thumping against my rib cage as I managed to move my legs, taking one step at a time as Adrian’s hand on my waist, navigated me through the sea of bodies that were the guests who were invited to witness my doom. Then I saw them—my step-sister Avery and Kyle, the man whose ring I was once meant to wear. They sat ensconced in a bubble of betrayal, wrapped in each other's arms, their laughter a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me. This marriage—sorry, arrangement, would always remind me of her betrayal, engraved in my soul; a wound that’ll never heal. Each time I stare in the mirror, I’ll see the scars, the trauma etched in my eyes. Avery caught my eye, her smile faltering just for a second before she buried her face into Kyle's shoulder; a petty act to make me burn in jealousy, and boy, was it working. I raged in envy, doing well to mask it with an expressionless, unbothered look I threw back at her in return. Kyle, meanwhile, had the audacity to offer me a nod of acknowledgment, his expression unreadable. How sweet? A man who had—in the snap of his fingers—brought me to ruins, torn apart my dreams and buried them alive. A man who had pierced my heart with betrayal sharper than a King’s sword, without even giving me closure, like he was hell bent on seeing me destroyed. A man after his own selfish interest, who wouldn’t mind burning the earth to crisp, if it meant he would get what he wanted. A man who was a wolf under sheep’s clothings. I felt the air thin around me, my breaths becoming shallow, tears starting to pool in my eyes, threatening to drop, my vision blurring out. "I... I need a moment," I stuttered, pulling away from Adrian's grasp. "What’s wrong?" Adrian's voice, tinged with impatience, followed me. "Just... just need some air," I managed, my legs moving before he could protest further, dashing through the closest door I could find. My escape from the suffocating embrace of the hall led me to the restroom, the cold night air embracing me, offering a fraction of the solace I so desperately sought. Alone under the blanket of the night, tears threatened to spill, but I refused to let them. The stark realization that my life was no longer my own, sold in exchange for alliances and business deals, hit me harder than I expected. The weight of the wedding band on my finger felt like a shackle, a constant reminder of the life I had unwillingly stepped into. I stood in front of the sink, staring into the mirror. My reflection was the complete opposite of what the reality was; an illusion, designed to swindle the world. The make up. . .made me look happy—made me look like the perfect wife to a billionaire, shielded my anguish from the world, hid my cries of agony from the crowd. I was neither happy, nor did I know what it entails to become the perfect wife to a man I barely knew. I mustered a smile, the eyeliner enhancing it, making it look like the smile reached my eyes; it didn’t. The artists must have been incredibly talented to pull this off. I held on to the edge of the sink, gripping it tightly, taking deep breaths that did absolutely nothing to calm me down, the anxiety of returning to the damned wedding party heightening with each second. The restroom became my temporary refuge from the prying eyes and the festive ambiance that suffocated me. No sooner had I entered, though, did I overhear a conversation that stopped me in my tracks. Hidden in one of the stalls, I listened as a couple of women, their voices hushed but excited, gossiped about my new husband, Adrian Miller. "He looks absolutely perfect, doesn't he? Tall, handsome, and those eyes," one of them said, her voice laced with a mix of admiration and envy. “Grey. An interesting color, don’t you think?” “Forget about his eyes, girl. Did you see that body, abso-damn-lutely perfect!” The other woman squealed, the sound followed by one of shoes stomping against the ground. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. And no, I wasn’t jealous at all, I was just appalled by how delusional girls can be. “That bitch is lucky as hell, bagging a smoking hot billionaire for a husband,” the first girl chirped with way too much excitement. "Yes, but have you heard? Poor thing, they say he can't get it up," the other woman whispered, her tone carrying a blend of pity and scandal. Their words hit me like a freight train, leaving me momentarily speechless. So, that was Adrian's secret. His disability. Erectile dysfunction. “She could get some other Ds outside of the marriage, no biggie,” the first woman spoke again, and I imagined her shoulders rise and fall in a nonchalant shrug. I stood there, frozen, as they giggled and speculated about how this would affect our marriage. I felt a bizarre sense of relief wash over me amidst the shock. Relief because, given the circumstances, I wouldn't have to confront the complexities of an intimate relationship with my new husband. After what I had been through with Kyle and witnessing him with Avery, the idea of intimacy felt daunting, even unwelcome. A small smile appeared on my features. ‘Shouldn’t be that bad,’ I thought, fixing my hair and dress before returning to the hall. ~•~ The reception continued in a blur of faces and forced conversations. Every so often, my gaze would unwittingly find its way back to my ex-fiancé and stepsister. Their laughter reached me across the room, a cruel reminder of what had been taken from me. Not by choice, but by necessity and family duty. Now, I wished I was a little bit like Avery, doing whatever it takes to make me happy. My heart ached, yet I couldn't afford to let those feelings show, masking it with a fake smile as my gaze flickered across the room. Dinner was a grand affair, the tables laden with delicacies and fine wine flowing freely. I took a forkful of my pasta, the food turning to ash in my mouth, and I proceeded to continuously stab it with my fork, my appetite dissipating into nothingness. Across the table, Adrian engaged in animated discussions with various guests, who dragged me into their conversations a few times, his charm and wit on full display. My cheeks were starting to hurt from the fake smiles. He was the perfect groom in everyone's eyes but mine. Our interactions were limited, clinical even. There was no warmth, no genuine affection. We were strangers tied together by a contract rather than vows of love. His gaze met mine a few times as he conversed with his business partners, his eyes cold, a deep shade of grey, holding emotions I couldn’t place. He smiled a few times, the smiles failing to reach his eyes each time. Adrian scared me a bit; his demeanor, his eyes too. A man of a few words, he spoke only when necessary, those necessary things being, business and dishing out orders. Funny how it took me one evening to figure out. Soon enough, it was time to go to my new home, to live with absolute strangers. Cameras kept flashing in my face, the media trying to seek answers to questions from my husband, who pretended like they weren’t even there. I smiled, inwardly. My father kept assuring me that I was going to be okay and no matter how candid his voice sounded, and the sincerity that swam in his eyes, I couldn’t bring my self to believe him, to trust him. We got into the sleek black car that was overly decorated, and I felt a tear trickle down my cheeks as the vehicle hit the road. I sat in silence, anticipation, and oblivion, letting fate lead the way.HEAVENThe transition from the somber, almost grave-like atmosphere of the car ride to our new residence was abrupt, the serene, ominous silence giving way to a scene of somewhat orchestrated chaos as the vehicle rolled to a gentle stop. Adrian hadn’t so much as spared me a glance, his eyes and attention fixated on his phone as he typed away on the device throughout the whole drive. Clearly, I wasn’t worth a whit of his attention. My heart constricted, sighs eluded my mouth at intervals, as I fondled with my perfectly manicured fingers, my gaze floundering everywhere but him. I darted my eyes to the windows, staring at the intricately designed structure that stood tall, right in the middle of the space. Despite the elegance of the vast structure that towered before us, it was impossible not to feel its walls already closing in, a luxury prison designed with an aesthetic charm that felt more like a taunt to my inner turmoil. This was my prison for—God knows how long. As if on cue, a
CHAPTER FIVE HEAVENThe morning sunlight trickled in through the gaps in the curtains, gently rousing me from my slumber. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the soft glow of dawn. The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cold, indicating that Adrian had been gone for a while. I sat up, wrapping the silk robe around my frame, a shiver running down my spine as memories of the previous night cascaded through my mind like a relentless wave.Adrian’s commanding voice echoed in the recesses of my memory, his words stark, devoid of warmth. " Strip." His directive had been laced with an impatience that brooked no argument, his eyebrow arching in a silent challenge. I remembered the tremble in my hands, the quickening of my heartbeat, and the uneasy knot in my stomach. Despite my hesitations, the night had unfolded in a way that quashed all the whispered rumors about Adrian Miller's supposed impotency. Those moments of intimacy, veiled in the shadows of the night, had revealed a tru
HEAVEN I had just come out of the bathroom when I heard a knock on the door. Adrian was at the other corner of the room, eyes trained on his laptop, he didn't look like he was planning to get up anytime soon. I sighed, making my way over to the door to check who it was. "Oh, hello." I forced a smile at the maid who stood in front of me. She held an envelope in her hands, her eyes downcast."Good evening ma'am. This came for you a few minutes ago." She outstretched her hand holding the envelope. I took it from her and realized it wasn't an envelope, it was an invitation card.Could it be....“Thank you." I said to the girl politely before slamming the door on her face. I stared at the invitation card as if it were a bomb in my hand, contemplating wether to open it or not. A shaky breath left my lips as I turned it over to read what was written on the front. Avery Weds Kyle.Oh God.Avery sent me an Invite to her wedding. She invited me to watch her marry the man she s
HEAVENI woke up with a start, the blaring sound of my phone's notifications jolting me from the depths of a restless sleep. My head throbbed with a merciless ache, the remnants of last night's fiasco pulsing behind my temples. I could barely recall the events, but the snippets that did surface made me want to burrow into my bed and never emerge again.As I reached for my phone, squinting against the harsh light of the screen, I was bombarded by a stream of messages, missed calls, and notifications. Panic clawed at my chest, my heart racing as I began to piece together the chaos."What have I done now?" I murmured to myself, scrolling through the notifications. My breath hitched when I saw it—a video that had been shared and re-shared across various social media platforms, gaining traction with a speed that felt unreal. It was me, in one of my most vulnerable and embarrassing moments, immortalised for the internet's unforgiving consumption."God, no," I gasped, feeling a wave of nause
CHAPTER EIGHT HEAVEN I lay in bed for what felt like an eternity, tears streaming down my face as I sobbed uncontrollably. But as the evening sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow through the windows, I knew I couldn't stay there forever. Staying in bed and crying wasn't going to do me any good. With a newfound determination, I slowly got out of bed, my body aching from the emotional turmoil. I walked over to the dresser, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My eyes were puffy, my face streaked with tears. I looked like a mess. I took a deep breath and began to undo the damage. I froze my hair into a ponytail, securing it with a hair tie. Then, I quickly undressed, shedding my clothes onto the floor. I headed into the shower, letting the warm water wash away my tears and calm my frazzled nerves. The water cascaded down my body, soothing my tense muscles. I stood there for a few moments, letting the water work its magic. Finally, I turned off the shower and step
CHAPTER NINE HEAVEN I woke up to the unsettling sensation of Adrian's arm wrapped around my body. His hand was splayed across my stomach, his fingers brushing against my skin in a way that felt almost...intimate. I knew it was all just a facade, a result of our awkward encounter the previous night. But still, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of discomfort. I was naked under the sheet, and I knew I had to somehow remove Adrian's hand without exposing myself. I carefully tried to slide out from under his arm, but it was harder than it looked. Just as I was starting to think I'd managed it, Adrian stirred. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, he just looked at me. I felt a flutter in my chest as I took in the sight of him in the morning. His hair was rough and tousled, his eyes still droopy from sleep. He looked...beautiful. And for a moment, I forgot about the awkwardness between us, forgot about the fact that we were essentially strangers. But the moment passed, and Adr
CHAPTER TENADRIANI sat at my desk, scrutinizing every detail of the Smith account, my eyes scanning the financial reports with precision. My father's words still lingered in my mind, echoing like a challenge: "You're not aggressive enough in your negotiations, Adrian." I couldn't shake off the feeling that I'd somehow failed to meet his expectations, that I'd fallen short of the perfection he demanded.What was wrong with me? I thought, my mind racing with self-doubt. I'd always strived for perfection, refusing to accept anything less. The mere thought of someone complaining about my work made my skin crawl. I hated being criticized, hated being told I wasn't good enough.I tossed my pen between my fingers, the familiar weight of it comforting as I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor. Come on, Adrian, think, I urged myself, studying the data on my laptop screen. Everything seemed spotless, just the way I liked it. The numbers added up, the projections were solid, and yet...and
CHAPTER ELEVEN HEAVEN As I lay on the floor, I couldn't help but notice the look on Adrian's face. It was a mix of irritation, confusion, and utter bewilderment. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the bright yellow walls, the matching bed sheets, and the LED lights that pulsed with an otherworldly energy. I fought the urge to smile, to laugh at the absurdity of it all. But I managed to keep a straight face, intrigued by Adrian's reaction.Adrian's gaze snapped back to mine, his eyes narrowing. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.I shrugged, nonchalant. "I painted our room."Adrian's face darkened. "Who gave you the right to do this?" he spat.I sat up, my eyes locking onto his. "It's my room too, Adrian. We're married, we live together. I can do what I like. Moreover…"Adrian's jaw clenched, his fists balling at his sides. "Moreover?" he bit out.I smiled sweetly. "Moreover, the colors here were too dark. The black and grey were making me feel u
ADRIAN.The night had been going well and not well. It was a difficult mixture for us.We've spent our time reminiscing, regretting and now looking at the present and if we have hope for the future.The restaurant Diana had chosen was pricey but worth it. The food had us mesmerised, we couldn't even have the conversation I had rehearsed the entire drive over.I enjoyed the smooth jazz and I basked in the warm glow of the lights and the serene atmosphere. She's always had good taste.After dinner I was surprised about our desert location but as usual I trusted Diana's choices and went with it.The candy shop was a stark contrast to the fancy restaurant but I wasn't complaining at all. I was just enjoying her company.She got the desserts and I took us to the best location to have it.I recall always coming to the water side whenever I felt troubled by my life and everything in it, now once again I was troubled.I was caught between two women, I had already convinced myself that I didn
DIANA.I could feel his eyes on me, Adrian couldn't look away.This was how it was supposed to be, me enjoying his undivided attention. Afterall, it was us two before Heaven came into the picture.Heaven — I chastised myself for letting her have room in my thoughts at such auspicious moments. She didn't deserve it. I had allowed her to gain more importance in my head than Adrian himself.And I claimed to love him.Tsk tskI'll have to get rid of her sooner than I thought.I pretended to not know Adrian was drinking in the sight of me—as intended, instead I focused on the menu noticing they didn't have the kind of food I'd have preferred to eat.Sighing, I put the menu down, and made eye contact with Adrian.He was caught unawares and so we didn't say anything to each other for a little while. The silence stretched on. Then he cleared his throat, —”I don't know where to begin Diana.”“I've done you wrong the last couple of days and well now we're here. I'm glad we're having dinner to
ADRIAN.I deliberately delayed for as long as I could, taking time trimming off excesses in my dressing and trying so desperately to appear more casual than corporate.I knew Diana wouldn't like it if I dressed casually for a fancy dinner — I knew all her likes and dislikes.I spent a full twenty minutes adjusting the cuffs of my shirt, debating whether to leave the third button open or not. I went with it—subtle rebellion. A suit, but no tie. Casual, but not careless. Sleek, but a little undone. Exactly how I felt.The silver chain around my neck caught the light as I leaned over to grab my watch. I checked my reflection one last time—more times than I care to admit—and then sprayed on a light mist of cologne. Not too heavy. Just enough for her to recognize it and remember things she probably tries not to.So I opted for a suit but no tie and with the first three buttons undone showing a peak of my chiseled chest, and a neck chain to complete the look. I looked at myself in the full
DIANA.The world tilted under the weight of his words. Heaven?Heaven, if I was being honest, was a nightmare wrapped in silk and secrets. She sounded and acted oh so very innocently but I could see through her entire facade.Heaven was bad news.I couldn't do what Justin wanted me to do, it was too risky.“What if she tells Adrian?” I asked, knowing fully well that my relationship with Adrian was already on shaky grounds and that I couldn't push my luck anymore.“Adrian will never find out,” he said. His confidence is even more upsetting.“And what's your assurance for that?” I asked again.“Heaven would be too busy eating into her doubts to want to talk to Adrian. I already triggered the thoughts when I found her at the gym.” He said.I wondered what it was Justin had said to Heaven.I decided not to think about it like he said, it's just easier that way.“What am I supposed to do?” I asked, and I sat there listening to Justin talk about his huge master plan.The more I listened the
ADRIAN.I sat in my office after Ethan had left, thinking about everything. The therapy, the nightmares, everything.I hadn't done Heaven right in any of this. It wasn't her fault I was messed up, I decided to finish everything pressing at work and go home early.The rest could wait.I quickly went through the days work, calling in staffs to clear and confirm certain contracts when needed, and to transfer files and messages from one office to another.In record time, I was done.A clerk came in to ask me about lunch preparations and I turned him down. Eating with Heaven was top on my list for today.I packed up my briefcase and left the office. I could've skipped to my car if I wasn't a grown ass man.In the car, I played a happy tune and I sang along all the way home.Once I got home, I headed straight for our room so I could surprise Heaven. I had been thinking about it and I decided to make lunch for the both of us, and maybe a simple side dish.My cooking skills are at least above
HEAVEN.I sat there thinking about what Justin had said.What did he mean by saying he would never lie to me?...What was Adrian not telling me.I finished my workouts in a blur, my near perfect day gone to the shadows once again.My mind had immediately gone back to the call I had received a while back and I began to wonder what it was these people knew, that I didn't.By the time I finished, my muscles ached, but the tension in my chest refused to fade. I wiped the sweat from my face with a towel, inhaling deeply in an attempt to steady myself. The gym felt colder now, emptier, as if the weight of my thoughts had pushed all warmth away.I needed answers.The shower was hot, but it didn’t wash away my frustration. My skin prickled as I dressed in a simple black hoodie and jeans, my fingers moving numbly as I grabbed my phone. I hesitated for a second before calling Adrian. No answer. I tried again. Still nothing.A slow, creeping frustration settled in my bones. He was avoiding me. I
HEAVEN.I've been thinking about Adrian a lot lately. Not that it's wrong to, but then.It's so obvious he needs help but he's not accepting what I have to offer.It saddens me.I absentmindedly picked up the croissant I was eating, and I continued to stuff my face with the buttery goodness.I realized I had been stressed eating or more accurately, overeating lately and I had put on a considerable amount of weight.But that was fine. I'd just burn it in the home gym.I searched my wardrobe for the most comfortable wear I could find fit for the gym and I put them on, tying my hair in a loose nut, I headed downstairs to check out the gym.It's a part of the house I've never had cause to visit given the fact that I'm always in good shape, but recently I had let myself go a lot.I touched my protruding belly after I had finished dressing up. Standing in front of a mirror it looked worse than I felt.In reality, it wasn't that large nor was I too fat, I had been skinny as a child and the
ADRIAN.I lay in bed unmoving. I could hear Heaven breathing beside me, I couldn't afford to face her.I was scared beyond my edges, my nerves were frayed.I realise now that I actually do need help. I can't keep putting this off forever, it's driving me crazy.If I faced Heaven now I'm sure she would find the cracks in my exterior and realise I'm not as stable as my voice had let on earlier.I decided to call Ethan in the morning and talk to him about fixing me for a session with his therapist.For now, I needed to sleep. I had to follow through with my facade with Heaven.We were supposed to talk things out and settle our issues but I couldn't even manage that.I was mentally beating myself about everything.I exhaled quietly, trying not to shift too much in bed. If I did, she’d know I was awake. She’d turn, her dark eyes would meet mine, and I wouldn’t be able to hold my composure. I was already splintering at the edges, barely keeping my head above water.God, I was so tired.Tire
HEAVEN.The day stretched on, but I couldn’t focus on anything.Adrian’s distance weighed on me. I wanted to help, but how do you help someone who refuses to be helped?I was still lost in thought when my phone rang.Unknown Number.I frowned before answering. “Hello?”Silence.And then“You should leave him.”The voice was distorted, mechanical.My heart slammed against my ribs. “Who is this?”“No good can come from being with Adrian. Walk away while you still can.”Cold fear crept up my spine. “Why are you—”Click.The line went dead.I stared at my phone, my pulse hammering.What the hell was that?And why did it feel like a warning?I didn’t tell Adrian about the call.Not yet.I didn’t want to add to whatever he was already dealing with.But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming.And I wasn’t sure any of us were ready for it.DIANA.I had just gotten to Adrian's office when I saw him walking out of the building with Ethan.I have to say I was completely surprised