KYLO’S POVOn that day of the event, Dora was mostly full of smiles and touches by holding onto my arm as we entered the venue. The epitome of the loyal spouse but I was distracted.My thoughts kept drifting to Varya and the look on her face when she knew Dora and I were going out together. There was something in her eyes I couldn't quite place—hurt, maybe? Or was it jealousy?I dismissed the thought and tried to concentrate on what lay ahead of me that evening. As darkness deepened into itself, my body moved automatically from one emotionless effort to another; some nods were given and polite smiles offered yet the recollection of Varya persisted in haunting my mental meanderings.When we finally got home, I was relieved. The event had been long, and Dora's constant presence was starting to grate on my nerves. As we stepped out of the car, I noticed another vehicle pulling up…Varya.But she wasn’t alone. There was a strange guy who was assisting her out of the vehicle, his hand holdi
VARYA’S POVI was still panting when I came out of the kitchen after that aggressive conversation with Kylo. His jealousy was quite unexpected and gave me some trouble getting past the feelings that were running through me; the burning look in his eyes and the manner in which they observed me was too much.I wanted a place where I could be alone with myself and my thoughts.Thankfully I walked down the hall with the intention of getting some rest in my room but the quiet wasn’t lasting for long. But when I turned the corner, Dora and Cassandra were standing right in front of me, and they did not look happy to see me at all They looked at me with scorn and anger in their eyes – I knew it was going to be bad.“Well, well, well,” Dora muttered as she placed her hands on her bust and fixed them into a system of folding it across."See who made the decision." to show up."Cassandra mirrored her stance, her eyes narrowing. "I can't believe you had the nerve to bring another man into this ho
In the bar there was not much light; the only sound that could be heard was the faint music which was rather encouraging but at the same time unsettling.The light flickered on the walls as I moved from one table to the other; the floor had a thick carpet that absorbed the sound of steps. To say the least, it was not a venue I would have preferred for the meeting, particularly with Dora.But when she called and insisted we meet, her tone uncharacteristically civil, I couldn't refuse. Curiosity and caution warred within me as I made my way to the secluded corner where she sat, a drink already in hand.“Varya,” she greeted with a thin smile as I approached.There was nothing friendly about her smile; rather, the curve of her lips betrays a smirk, icy and unkind.I nodded getting into the seat opposite her. “You wanted to talk?”She slowly sipped on the liquid that was in her glass and she never once looked away from me.With narrowing eyes and lips parted, they were like twin pools of i
KYLO’S POVI allowed my mind to wander towards Varya as the documents on the table before me began to merge and get hazy. Since our rather aggressive encounter in the kitchen, I found myself not able to get her out of my head.Her rebellion and her weakness, her body language, and her eyes when she was scared but there was a hint of something else that I cannot describe. Something awoke in me – I could not fathom what that was, for that moment I refused to acknowledge its presence.It was so quiet that the knock at the door suddenly brought me out of my daydreaming. I was about to give my answer when Dora threw the door open and entered the room with a most fierce look on her face.”Kylo,” she said immediately, “we have to talk.”I breathed in deeply, and let out a tired breath as I leaned back in the chair. "What is it, Dora?"She walked up to my desk and threw a piece of paper before me The piece of paper gave all the details.“Why the hell didn’t you inform me about this?” she stor
VARYA’S POVIn the days that followed Dora's threat, there was constant tension. I saw that I was staring over my shoulder all the time, wondering when the other shoe might come out. I decided to get lunch with Jasmin to take my mind off things.I reasoned that some normalcy could be helpful. We decided to meet at a mall near the office, somewhere I could get lost in the crowd and temporarily forget about my problems.The familiar sights and noises of the mall provided a little escape from my troubling thoughts as I strolled through it. At our normal location, a quaint café tucked away in a secluded nook, Jasmin was already waiting. She gave me a hug and gave me a worried expression."Hey, Varya. How are you holding up?" she asked as we sat down.I sighed, feeling the weight of my anxiety. "I'm managing, but barely. The thought of Mr. Cassian finding out about the contract is eating me alive."Jasmin grabbed my hand from across the table. "We'll work things out. In this, you're not by
After such an exhausting day, I needed premium rest. The meeting with the clients today went well and securing their agreement felt like a significant victory. I sighed deeply as I stepped inside my room and took off my business suit. There was a tap on the door as I turned to put on my nightgown.For a brief while, my heart raced for no apparent reason. Was it Kylo? I hadn’t seen him for three days now. The thought of him being there filled me with an odd mix of anticipation and dread.“Give me a moment,” I called out, quickly slipping into my robe. When I opened the door, a wave of disappointment washed over me. It wasn’t Kylo.Why did I feel this way? Was that how much of an effect he had on me?Dora stood there, her expression cold and unreadable. She swept passed me and sat down on the couch without waiting for an invitation. Shutting the door behind me, I faced her, wondering what new conflict this one would bring.“I believe you know there’s no way you would stay in this house
Varya's POVAt one point it seemed as if the weight was on my neck, desperate to tighten its noose around my neck. I had to escape the turmoil that was slowly creeping into my life even if it was for a few days.—a little beer to lift my spirit, and maybe a visit to my mother tomorrow. I needed a familiar face, a reminder of why I was enduring this mess. Seeing my mother happy was the reason I pushed through.I opened the mini fridge in my room and took out a few cans of beer, gulping down the first can. The coldness seemed to freeze my throat, numbing the turmoil boiling up within me.When I turned to look at the floor where I sat, I saw four empty cans of beer. One final can remained, clutched in my hand as the music from my headphones lulled me into a hazy, half-conscious state.Kylo's POVI had been knocking on Varya's door for the past 25 minutes, but she hadn't answered. She never wasted time responding to her room door. It made me uncomfortable and wondering what the hell was g
Varya’s povThe kitchen had of course been my saving grace, my place of solace, the only place I felt truly alive and calm as I chopped, stirred, rolled out pastry, and kneaded dough. Today, I was cooking a meal that I remembered in the early stages of marriage with Kylo, everything was so unpredictable.While slicing vegetables and cooking sauces in my mind I recalled the last eating with Grandpa. It had been one of them, one of those occasions when we had to portray that we are a really happy married couple. I smiled recalling how shy both of us were and particularly Kylo’s attempts at being smooth.Before I knew it, there were footsteps by the kitchen door and I could hear the door shut from the other side. Turning, I saw Kylo there, somewhat awkward, yet fierce.“Need any help?” he asked, the words winding around him freely but there was worry in his eyes.I raised an eyebrow. “Since when do you help in the kitchen?”He shrugged, stepping closer. "Since now. What can I do?"I hand
On getting there people moved faster than usual; nurses ushered me into one room after another helping me put on a hospital gown a long way.Kylo stood still near where people were turned upside down due to the speed of what was happening around them offering some comfort unlike any other distraction I might find outside pain was too much but still stuck onto this thought that everything would soon pay off.Soon, we would meet our baby.Hours passed in a haze of contractions and medical jargon, the world narrowing down to just me, Kylo, and the baby.The pain was intense, like nothing I had ever experienced before, but I refused to give in to fear. This was what I had been preparing for, what we had been waiting for.The baby was coming, and I was going to bring them into the world.Kylo never left my side, his voice a constant source of encouragement, his hand a lifeline as I struggled through each contraction.He wiped my forehead with a cool cloth and whispered words of love and re
This confidence he had in us, in our capacity to manage a new phase boosted my morale erasing my fear places.I remember it very vividly, we were watching a movie one afternoon while lying on the couch in the living room and suddenly I felt a vigorous kick. I choked on my words, putting the palm of my hand on my swollen belly.“What happened?” Kylo asked, sitting up at once.“Everything is okay,” I replied cheerfully. "The baby just kicked really hard. Here, feel."I guided his hand to the spot, and we both waited. A moment later, another kick came, this time even stronger.Kylo's eyes widened in amazement. "Wow... they're strong.""I know," I laughed. "I think we're going to have a little soccer player on our hands."He grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to my belly. "I can't wait to meet you, little one. But take it easy on your mom, okay?"I watched him, my heart swelling with love. Seeing Kylo so involved, and so excited about becoming a father, made everything feel even more s
It was rather reassuring to be back home after the whirlwind which is our honeymoon, yet at the same time it was also rather daunting.The Island was once a beautiful place where all I cared for was our presence, Kylo and I had no other distractions.But it was time for us to step back and face our day-to-day lives, my pregnancy, and everything that came with it.By then I was several months pregnant and some of the symptoms were clearly visible to the naked eye. My tummy protruded out significantly and with that some effect of carrying a child.While the honeymoon had provided respite from pregnancy, the moment we were home, pregnancy was as real as reality could get.When about the house I felt both at ease with being home though nervous about the changes happening to me and around me.It pleased me that Kylo stayed close at my side; his fingers lightly brushing over my lower back.He got more caring and thoughtful than ever; I could easily see how much he cared for me and how much
I trusted him with everything that I had: heart, future, and life. Two days later we were in a private jet, by the influence I guess Kylo had, I had no idea where we were going. Kylo was not on specifics up to that time, but I did not give it much thought. There is nothing like suspense or perhaps relying on the unknown on the person. With that, I reclined in the chair and then looked at the shrinking landscape outside the plane’s small window. Kylo leaned forward, picked up my hand in his, and I looked at him and smiled. “You’re really not going to give me any hints?” I said as calmly as I could, though my voice was visibly laden with curiosity. Kylo chuckled, shaking his head. “Nope. You’ll find out soon enough.” I pouted playfully, but I knew better than to press him. Kylo loved his surprises and I must say, I enjoyed them as well. There’s something good about not knowing what’s next, about just going with the flow and chilling. The flight went by in no time, with Ky
Those days after the wedding were as if I was on honeymoon, loved being in that state, and did not want to wake up. I might as well describe it like this; the tranquility that came over me was one I never felt before. It was as though a weight I had no idea was lifted off my back, allowing me to breathe freely once more. There was a warmth that filled my whole body in place of the constricted knots in my stomach. It is worth noting that in the beginning of the story our marriage can be described as a purely business-like arrangement, a very practical marriage of convenience. But instead with time, it had become something concrete, something lovely. The relationship that Kylo and I had was a product of the most unlikely circumstances and the complacency that I felt as I stared at the house we had constructed together could only be described as profound. It was morning, the sun was shining and the rays of sunlight started entering the room through the windows. I was now pl
Kylo went first, his voice steady as he began to speak.“So Varya,” he began glancing at my eyes all the time,“when we got married for the first time, it was a business deal between us; something that was advantageous to both of us but lacked emotional warmth typical of true marriage. I was unapproachable and even icy; I never gave you the love or respect that you deserved. But as time passed everything changed. I changed.”His grip on my hand tightened more and I could see how sincere he was from his facial expression which told me that he meant every word in every line on his face.“I fell in love with you Varya; it started off slowly before all these sudden feelings hit me. You taught me what it means to be there for someone else genuinely because one wants to change oneself for them.”“And I have caused you pain earlier but today I am making a promise as follows: To be the man whom you deserve; to love you wholly and to build a happy joyful life together based on faithfulness and
The morning of the wedding was as well fine with no clouds in the sky to disturb the blue of the day. Now I found myself back in front of the mirror in my childhood room strapped and ready for this like a kid on Christmas Eve.The dress I bought for my wedding was an off-white, beautiful lace and silk gown that fitted me to perfection. It was plain and elegant and made me feel like flowers were blooming on my dress and the garden we would be getting married in was nearby.My mother was frequently touching my face, fixing my veil in position enrollment arrangement She caught my eye in the mirror and smiled, her expression soft with love and pride.“You look stunning, Varya,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Kylo is a lucky man.”“Thank you, Mom,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly. “I just… I want today to be perfect.”“It will be,” she assured me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. “Today is about you and Kylo, about the love you share. That’s all that matters.
VARYA’S POVThe day after Kylo's proposal felt like waking up in a dream. When dawn parted the curtains and let in the golden rays, it was hard to imagine that only a few hours ago Kylo had proposed to me for real.My hand went to the ring I now wore on my finger and the diamond again shone brightly against the sun, creating rainbows around the room.The moments were somewhat dreamlike and yet whenever I touched the ring on my finger I did not need anyone to tell me that this was all real. Kylo loved me.I stood up from the bed and walked towards the window and I looked outside at the city that was an unspoken character in our story, the one filled with both sorrow and happiness. This led my mind to the wedding which was now even in front of us.They were not an extension of a prior commitment, or repetition of a promise; it was the start of something fresh, of reality. And so the preparations could only be special as well.I could feel the buzz once I made my way downstairs in the ho
He had planned this event to be an entertainment for families, as well as business counterparts. The atmosphere in the room was filled with laughter, echoes of glasses touching, and music.This was ideally the environment that I wanted when I had planned the entire thing, but the feeling that swelled in my chest was almost tangible.I thought I was standing by one of the tall windows of the building looking down on the city below. The twinkling bulbs were of a high intensity and I observed it was dark like the sky at night and this made me take my eyes off it for a while.Yet, there I was thinking about Varya most of the time. It was her that made me develop nerves today and became the reason for this nervous energy in the night.She stood across the room dressed in burgundy dress which enhanced the curves of her body.She was gorgeous and although I was quite far I could notice the look of despair she was masking so well.It was a sadness that I realized that I had provoked and this