CHAPTER TWO
HEAVEN’s POV I was crammed into the opulent dressing room, surrounded by silks and satins that felt more like chains than bridal attire. My heart was a storm of emotions—anger, betrayal, heartbreak—all swirling into a tempest that threatened to tear me apart from the inside. The dress I was being forced into felt like a straightjacket, binding me to a fate I never chose.The wedding dress felt like a shackle, each lace detail, a testament to my suffocating reality. My hands shook, not from the anticipation of joy but from the desperation of a trapped soul seeking escape. My life, once so full of promise and dreams, had crumbled to dust in the span of a few weeks, and now I was being pushed into a marriage with Adrian, a man I didn’t know at all, all because of my sister's selfish actions. In a moment of desperation, I scanned the room for an escape, craning my head this way and that—an action that created an inconvenience for the make up artist, but if she was frustrated, she didn’t complain. I was uncomfortable, to say the least, it felt like room was closing in on me. I could barely breathe. I let out a deep sigh, pushing away the thought of what my life had turned into to the back of my head. I figured there was no way I’d be able to escape from this room with all these people clamoring around at my service, wearing huge smiles on their faces that were a reflection to my now repugnant fate. “Excuse me,” I said, loud enough for everybody in the room to hear, then I stood up, rushing out of the room. The puzzled look on their faces was glaring with unasked questions, but they chose to remain silent, pinning their eyes on me as I exited the dressing room. I walked down the hallway, taking a left turn. I wasn’t sure where I was headed, but I needed to leave this place at the earliest. I just couldn’t sit in my hands and have them give me out to charity. I tried to quicken my pace, but the stupid train of the dress wouldn’t stop threatening to tip me over. I found a room at some corner, turning on the knob. And surprisingly, it was open. I hurried into it, bolting it shut from the inside. I rushed into the bathroom, spotting a small window I could escape through. A smile crept into my face. But my hopes were dashed as quickly as they had arisen. Guards, stone-faced and imposing, stood out directly outside. God! They were everywhere! My heart sank as I realized there was no way out. This was my reality now, a cruel joke at my expense. Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, as I made my way out of the bathroom, Avery was sitted on the bed, her smile as sharp as a knife's edge. She was the picture of satisfaction, having successfully stolen my dream life right from under my nose. Her presence was a physical reminder of my loss, and I struggled to keep the tears at bay. "Oh, do enjoy your time with Adrian," she taunted, her voice dripping with feigned sympathy that thinly veiled her gloating. "It’s such a shame your dream life is now with a disabled man. But then, you always were the compassionate type, weren’t you?" Her words were like venom, each syllable designed to wound. “But his good looks are like some compensation, you know? But what’s the use of a marriage when you can’t even be happy,” she chortled and I chose to keep quiet, as any word uttered will cause my tears to storm, causing me obloquy even further. She reveled in my pain, basking in the chaos she'd caused. It was then, looking into her smug, triumphant face, that the full weight of my situation settled upon my shoulders. Avery had not only stolen my fiancé and got herself pregnant with his child, but she had also ensured my humiliation by leaving me to marry the man she was supposed to. The injustice of it all was overwhelming. Adrian, the man who now awaited me at the altar, was a stranger. I knew him only as the man my sister had callously discarded in favor of her own desires. And though society labeled him as disabled, in my heart, I knew that the true disability lay in Avery's lack of morality and empathy. The realization stung, but it also brought a moment of clarity. Avery may have thought she had won, but in taking everything from me, she revealed the depth of her own emptiness. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I faced Avery with a quiet dignity I didn't feel. “Enjoy your victory, Avery,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. “But remember, happiness built on someone else's pain is like a house built on sand. It will never stand.” With that, I turned away from her, the heavy fabric of my dress whispering against the floor as I moved towards the inevitable. Today, I was marrying a man I didn't choose, but I vowed to myself that this wouldn't be the end of my story. Somehow, someway, I would find happiness again—not as Heaven, the woman scorned, but as Heaven, the woman who overcame. ~•~ The wedding hall was themed white. Avery's favorite color was white. My heart pounded against my chest as I was unwillingly led down to the alter, my father by my side. The soft tune of the piano filled the air, strangers dashing small smiles my way; gestures that didn’t seem to wane my discomfort I had pictured how my wedding would go. I had daydreamed about it countless times. About the dress, the theme color, the cake, the music, and then my groom, waiting for me at the alter, standing beside the priest as he patiently awaited my arrival, his eyes smiling and filled with adoration. All my hopes and dreams had been shattered by my sister's recent actions, the shards coming back to cause me unseen wounds. Neither of what I had hoped for my wedding was happening. Not the dress, not the theme color, and definitely not the groom. Oh, right, the groom. For the first time ever, since all the wedding ceremonies I had witnessed, the groom was not waiting for the bride at the alter. Infact, he was nowhere to be found. Could it be that he had changed his mind about marrying and left? God, please let it be so. I was dropped at the alter by my father and turned to look at the priest. My stomach churned as I assessed the hundreds of men and women that had originally come to witness Adrian Miller and Avery get married. The guests were putting on red. The ladies wore red dresses and the men wore red shirts with black ties, blazers or vests, all looking like demons, smiling at the expense of ill fate. They were all seated, facing the alter, their gazes making all the more uncomfortable. They weren't aware about the bride switch up, but the groom was. Although, by the way dad had narrated it, he was definitely not happy. My breaths came in shallow bursts as I fought the urge to turn and flee. The priest, an older man with kind eyes, offered me a small, reassuring smile, but it did nothing to ease the knot of dread lodged firmly in my stomach. I stood there, feeling like a lamb led to slaughter, draped in a dress that was never meant for me. It was Avery’s dream wedding dress, an exquisite creation of lace and silk that she had chosen with glistening eyes and a radiant smile. Yet, there I was, wearing it like a costume, an imposter playing the role of the bride. The stark white of the dress contrasted sharply with the sea of red around me, making me feel all the more isolated and exposed. Minutes ticked by, each one stretching out endlessly as the murmur of confused whispers began to ripple through the gathered crowd. I caught snippets of speculation, veiled concern, and barely concealed excitement at the unexpected drama unfolding before them. In the midst of it all, I felt lost, a spectator in my own life, watching as my carefully constructed dreams crumbled around me. Then, the double doors at the back of the hall creaked open, and every head turned as one. I held my breath, half in fear, half in desperate hope. The murmurs grew louder, but I couldn’t bring myself to look. Instead, my gaze stayed fixed on the intricately woven pattern of the aisle carpet, as if it held the answer to my turmoil. The sound of footsteps approached, deliberate and unhurried, each step echoing like a pronouncement in the silent hall. My heart raced, caught between the desire to see and the fear of what—or whom—I might find. Finally, unable to bear the suspense any longer, I lifted my gaze and met the eyes of the man who would be my husband. The whispers had painted Adrian as someone who would be wheeled down to the altar, but the man I saw was no figure of frailty. Instead, there he stood, as tall and imposing as the rumors were misleading. His presence seemed to demand attention, and the air around him vibrated with authority. How had the tales gotten so twisted? The contrast was jarring, and as my eyes took in his form—the sharp suit that hugged his body, showing off a muscular physique, the piercing grey eyes that seemed to assess everything with a single glance—confusion flooded me. The realization that my sister's meddling had thrown me into a path directly aligned with this... this enigmatic CEO, rather than a life of caring for a disabled husband, was bewildering. Why had she done it? Was this switch a mere twist of fate or a meticulously planned event? And more importantly, why did Adrian Miller, with all his apparent allure and power, agree to this sudden switch? As I stood there, my thoughts a tangled mess, Adrian Miller's steps towards me were measured, each one echoing in the suddenly hushed room. The intensity in his eyes did not waver as he took my hand in his. The contact sent an unexpected shiver down my spine, jolting me back to the present. "We need to talk, but after we fulfill our roles in this farce," he murmured so softly, only I could hear, his breath tickling my ear. We both exchanged rings and repeated whatever the priest asked us to. It wasn't a love marriage. I and Adrian did not have vows planned for one another. As the priest said the dreadful five words, I wanted to grounds to swallow me whole. "You may kiss the bride." Kiss? I was to share a kiss with this man? I stared wide eyed at the man before me, watching in horror as he leaned in to kiss me, his arm loosely wrapped around my waist. I wired my eyes shut , my heart racing as I felt his face close to mine. Warm lips pressed to the corner of my mouth, sending both a jolt through my ribcage and a rush of relief at the same time. Kissing was something extremely intimate for me. I was glad he didn't kiss me on the lips. I opened my eyes and immediately found his gaze. His face was still inches away from mine, his piercing grey eyes staring directly into my eyes. It felt like he was staring into my freaking soul. As he pulled back and stood up straight, I couldn't help but stare. Who was Adrian Miller, truly? And what role was I to play in this unexpected twist of fate? My family, too, was visibly shaken, their faces a mix of shock and bewilderment. They, like me, had been swept up in the currents of change, unprepared and clueless about what the future held. God help me. What had I gotten myself into?CHAPTER THREE HEAVEN’s POVThis 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 situatio
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
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