ANNAThe Maldives is more beautiful than I ever imagined. The turquoise waters stretch out endlessly before me, the sun casting a golden glow over everything it touches. It should be the perfect honeymoon destination, the kind of place where dreams come true. But as I step off the plane and into the warm, humid air, I can't help but feel a tightness in my chest a reminder that this isn't the fairytale I'd once envisioned.Damien and I barely speak as we're escorted to the resort. The staff is incredibly welcoming, their smiles wide and genuine, but I can't bring myself to return them. Instead, I nod politely, clutching my handbag as if it's the only thing grounding me in this reality. We're shown to our rooms, separate rooms.My room is stunning, with large windows that offer a breathtaking view of the ocean. There's a king-sized bed in the centre, draped with crisp white linens, and a bouquet of fresh flowers on the bedside table. It's everything I could have wanted, yet all I can th
ANNAAs I wander along the pristine beach, the sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the tranquil waters of the Maldives. The beauty here is undeniable, but it feels almost wasted on me. The weight of everything—this hollow marriage, Damien's betrayal—makes it hard to appreciate the paradise I’m in. I walk slowly, letting the cool sand slip between my toes, trying to lose myself in the sound of the waves.I should be happy here. I should be enjoying every moment of this supposed honeymoon. But instead, I feel more alone than I ever have before. My thoughts drift back to the conversation I had with Damien last night, the coldness in his eyes when he told me he had met someone else. A “distraction,” he called it.I sigh, trying to push the thoughts away, but they cling to me like the humidity in the air. I know I should go back to the hotel, maybe take a bath, and try to relax. But the idea of returning to that empty room, knowing Damien is in the next roo
DAMIENI wake up to the sound of waves crashing against the shore, a rhythmic reminder of the paradise we’re supposed to enjoy. My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, I’m disoriented. The room is filled with light, the curtains billowing softly in the breeze. I sit up, feeling the weight of the previous night’s decisions settle heavily on my chest. The bed is empty beside me, as it has been for the past few nights.Anna is in another room, likely asleep or already out for a walk. She’s been doing that a lot—taking long walks alone, lost in her thoughts. I can’t say I blame her. This honeymoon has been anything but ideal, and it’s mostly my fault. But regret isn’t something I dwell on. It’s just not in my nature.I push the sheets aside and swing my legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing my hands over my face. My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I pick it up, half expecting another message from Amanda. Amanda: Hey handsome, Awake? I can’t seem to forget how you fucked me. You’re r
ANNAThe flashes of the images of Damien and that beautiful lady keep popping up in my head. Damien is never going to change, I now fully believe that he agreed to my condition because he can’t afford to lose all that his father left for him. I don’t know why I am being affected by all his actions though, I guess it’s because I now feel like I have failed Mr.Williams Donovan because his son will not stop his promiscuous lifestyle. I should have listened to Lola and ended this whole marriage charade. I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at the open suitcase on the floor. It’s half-packed as if I couldn’t decide whether to stay or leave. And honestly, I don’t know anymore.I reach for my phone on the nightstand, my fingers trembling slightly. I know I shouldn’t check it, not now, not after everything that’s happened. But I can’t help myself. I openMy eyes land on a message from Nicholas, “Hey Anna,” the message reads. “I know you’re on your honeymoon and don’t want to intrude, but I’v
DAMIENI slam the door shut behind me, the sound reverberating through the hotel room. My chest tightens as I pace back and forth, the image of Anna and that guy sitting together on the beach burned into my mind.What the hell is going on?I grip the dresser's edge, my knuckles turning white as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My jaw is clenched so tightly it feels like it might snap, but I can’t stop thinking about how she had clenched onto the guy. The way they sat so close together. It’s not right. She’s annoyed at me because of what transpired between Amanda and me but she’s out there confiding in another man.I hear the door creak open behind me, and I know it’s her before she even speaks. My pulse quickens, and I feel a storm brewing inside me."Damien?" Her voice is soft, uncertain.I turn around to face her, my fists still clenched at my sides. She’s standing there, looking so innocent as always, but I know better. I saw the way she leaned into that strange guy. "Don’t
ANNAI stare at the closed door, my mind swirling with anger and exhaustion. Damien’s words keep replaying in my head, each one like a little dagger. He doesn’t trust me. After everything, after agreeing to marry him just for him to have access to his inheritance. It’s maddening, frustrating, and hurts more than I want to admit.I pull out my phone, my hands shaking slightly as I scroll through my contacts. I know who I need to talk to. I need Lola. She’s the only one who’ll understand this madness. I press her name and put the phone to my ear, biting my lip as it rings."Anna?" Lola’s voice is warm and familiar, and just hearing her brings a bit of calm to the storm inside me."Lola," I breathe out, trying to steady my voice. "I need to talk.""What’s wrong?" Her tone shifts immediately, concern lacing her words. "Is it Damien?"I nod, even though she can’t see me. "Yeah. It’s bad, Lola. Really bad.""Tell me everything." I can hear her moving around, probably getting comfortable on
ANNA“Nicholas,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady. “What are you doing here?”He looks at me for a moment, his expression softening slightly, but there’s still something unspoken in the air that feels heavy. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you,” he says quietly, moving closer. My throat tightens, and I step back, needing some space to breathe and think. “Nicholas, this isn’t right.”“What’s not right Anna?” he asks.“You say you can’t stop thinking about me. I am a married woman Nicholas if you have forgotten.”“Well, I remember perfectly that you’re married or should I say you’re married to yourself. Because which married man in his ane state of mind let his damn gorgeous wife all alone feeling very sad here in this romantic place.Huh?” Nicholas demands. Well, he is right but I am not in the position to tell him about the circumstances surrounding my marriage to Damien.“You know what Nicholas you’re right but you don’t understand so please go back to your room.”It then hit me
DAMIENI storm out of the room, slamming the door harder than I mean to. My heart’s racing, and every step I take feels heavy with anger. The ocean breeze hits me as I walk out onto the balcony, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning in my chest. How could she? How could she stand there, so calm, so innocent, with that guy, and act like I’m the one overreacting?I fish my phone out of my pocket, my hands shaking as I scroll through my contacts. I need to talk to someone. Someone who’ll understand. Evans. He’s always been my sounding board, the one person who’s seen me through everything. I dial his number, pacing the length of the balcony as it rings.“Damien, my man!” Evans’s voice comes through the phone, full of energy as usual. “How’s the Maldives treating you? Are you guys living it up in paradise or what?”I hesitate, staring out at the ocean. The view is breathtaking, the kind of postcard-perfect scene people dream about. But it feels like a lie. “It’s not exactly what I
Epilogue: Forever Begins NowThe sun sets over the Seattle skyline, casting a golden glow over the city that now feels like home in every sense of the word. I stand on the balcony of our penthouse, the gentle evening breeze brushing against my skin. My heart swells with a mixture of peace and gratitude as I watch Damien inside, laughing at something Miss Rosie said. His deep chuckle echoes through the house, a sound I have come to cherish more than anything.This is our life now. A life filled with love, laughter, and a kind of happiness I once thought I would never have.It has been a year since the chaos of Nicholas, betrayal, and uncertainty. A year since I thought I had lost everything, only to realize that love—real love—has a way of finding its path even through the darkest storms.Damien and I started over, not as a contract, not as a forced responsibility, but as two people who chose each other.“Mrs. Donovan,” Alex’s deep voice pulls me from my thoughts. I turn to see him le
DAMIENI pressed my thumb on her clit, thrusting in and filling her up inch by inch. She moaned even louder, crying my name.Her pussy clenched around my cock, and I was one-hundred percent sure that she was going to wring me dry.“Shit.” I leaned forward and sucked one of her brown nipples into my mouth before releasing it. “Fuck, you feel so good. So damn good.” My teeth grazed over her nipple, eyes darting up to find hers. Hers were squeezed shut, her breaths unsteady. “This is what you wanted, right?”“Yes,” she groaned.“You wanted me to fuck you like this? Take what’s always been mine?”“Yes!” she criedShe opened her eyes, and they begged me for something. I wasn’t sure if they were begging me to make her come, or begging me to come inside her. Whatever it was, it riled me up and made my blood boil. I lost all control when her big, brown eyes hooked me.I groaned, slamming my hips forward a little too roughly. She cried out, and I thought I’d hurt her, until she said, “Yes, Dam
It was about to happen.The moment we’d both been waiting for. Damien had already come, but somehow, he was still hard. He fisted his semi-stiff cock and stroked it in my face for a short while before ordering me to get back on the bed.I stood and turned around to climb on top of it.“Lie back and get comfortable.”I did my best, but none of this was really comfortable for me. It was all so new. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. Really, really happening.My biggest fear was that it would hurt. I looked at the size of him and knew it would be painful, but Lola had told me it only hurt in the beginning. Maybe for like two or three minutes. She said after that, it got better. I hoped she was telling the truth. I hoped I’d love sex, too.The candles flickered, the gold glow enhancing the dips and curves of his sculpted body. Cane was completely naked, and he looked absolutely delicious. I wanted to lick him from head to toe, trace his tattoos with my tongue and then take his
DAMIENHer pussy tasted better than I imagined it would. She was soft, warm, and sweet. Everything I’d hoped she would be. I fucking loved it, but the wait was killing me now. I was trying hard to stay patient and rein in my impulses, but she made me want to lose every single ounce of control. I wanted to get lost inside her—so lost that I didn’t have to find my way back.“Unzip my pants,” I demanded.Never had I been so impatient. I’d had plenty of women in my life, all of them desperate and ready to please me, but none of them were like Anna, my young beautiful wife. She was ready to satisfy me but still had her virginity. Her innocence was going to be mine soon.All mine.Grabbing at my belt, she pulled it off and then unbuttoned my pants. The zipper was slow to come down. Fucking torture.“You came hard for me,” I murmured, running my fingers through her hair. “Was it everything you imagined?”“Yes,” she sighed.I grabbed her hair, tugging on it lightly. “Pull my briefs down too.”
ANNALife has been very peaceful lately. I don’t feel alone at all since I have Damien and Miss Rosie. They’re the only family I have now. Lola disappointed me and I am honestly scared to make new friends.These past few days have been blissful with Damien and me getting to know more about each other and also having lots of foreplay. Who would have thought that the man I didn’t want to get married to some months ago is now my home and my world? His boyish smile, soft touches and kisses make me wet always. He is the man I didn’t know I needed.He’s been working a lot lately and I also recently started taking classes on interior design since that’s my newfound passion. Damien says I would do good in it as I transformed our bedroom beautifully.I push the door open and step inside, dropping my bag onto the small table by the entrance. A long sigh escapes me as I kick off my shoes, rolling my shoulders to ease the tension."Anna, welcome," Miss Rosie calls out from the kitchen, her usual
ANNAI honestly don’t know what came over me but the moment he cuddled me, I groaned when I tried to kiss the hollow of his throat."I want it," I said on his chin. "I want you, Damien. Please, don't stop."He cupped the back of my head, tangling rough fingers in my hair. He tugged on it, just enough to crane my neck and expose it."I know you want me, baby" he growled. His tongue swirled on the bend of my neck, and then he sucked, thrusting his cock between my thighs again, the thick weight of it still on my pussy. "You feel how hard I am for you?" he panted. "You make me so fucking hard."One of his hands slid down, and he shifted his hips sideways to push my panties aside. Oh, God. It was happening. It was really happening.The tip of his finger dipped inside the slit of my pussy and then glided up to my clit. I gasped and vibrated with pleasure when he slid his finger back down and slowly plunged into me."So tight and wet." His voice was heavy with desire. He thrust his finger i
DAMIENThe warmth of her body against mine lingers even as I lie awake, staring at the ceiling. Anna is asleep again, her breath slow and steady, her fingers still loosely curled around my hand as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go.But I know she won’t sleep peacefully for long. Not with what I have to tell her.The weight of it presses down on me like a stone.Lola.How the hell do I tell my wife that I had her childhood best friend arrested?I exhale sharply and turn onto my side, watching Anna’s face in the dim light. She looks too exhausted to handle another heartbreak. But I know I can’t keep this from her.She deserves to know.And it’s going to hurt her.The sun spills through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Anna stirs beside me, stretching slightly before her eyes flutter open. She blinks up at me sleepily, a small smile touching her lips."Morning," she murmurs."Morning, baby," I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face.She nestles closer, r
DAMIENThe bar is dimly lit, the golden glow from the overhead lights reflecting off the half-empty glass of whiskey in front of me. I swirl the liquid absentmindedly, my thoughts far away from this place. Across from me, Evans leans back in his seat, his gaze fixed on me as if he can see straight through my mind."Talk to me, man," he says, breaking the silence. "You're drowning in your thoughts."I exhale sharply, rubbing my temples. "How do I even begin?""The beginning is always a good place."I let out a dry chuckle, shaking my head. "The beginning? If you had told me months ago that I'd be sitting here, thinking about a woman about Anna the way I am now, I would have laughed in your face."Evans smirks, taking a sip of his drink. "And yet, here you are, married and completely whipped."I shoot him a look, but he isn’t wrong. I lean back in my seat, staring into the darkened corners of the bar as memories flood in."When my father’s last wish made me marry her," I begin, my voice
DAMIENI sit on the edge of our bed, Anna’s tearful confession still echoing in my mind. Every word she shared about Lola, every betrayal she uncovered it’s a storm I’m barely holding back. She’s asleep now, her breathing shallow but steady. I don’t even dare to move too far; I’ve kept one hand on hers all night just to feel her warmth and reassure myself that she’s here, safe for now.But I’m not okay.Lola. Vanessa.Nicholas.The names feel like poison, burning through my veins. How could the person Anna trusted be so vile, so calculating? And to think Lola sent that text, the one that had Anna breaking down on the phone. My jaw tightens at the memory.I glance at the clock on my nightstand. It’s 3:42 a.m., but there’s no way I’m sleeping tonight.I carefully slip my hand from Anna’s and get out of bed, pulling on a sweater. My mind is already running scenarios, plans, and ways to quietly and efficiently end this. If I have to burn bridges or make enemies for life to protect her, so