“Hello, nice to finally meet you. My name is Dylan Arison. Julian has told me a lot about you.” said the tall man.Dylan was his name. No, that’s Dylan. Julian Dylan... he hasn’t changed much. He’s just become more beautiful, but his smile has become less lively... or maybe it’s just my illusion.I can’t do this to Julian; she’s my best friend, and I know she was overjoyed when she returned from her first day with Dylan. She loves him, and judging by the way Dylan is looking at Julian right now, I believe he loves her as well, so who am I to stand in their way?I should be able to act calm, but my hands are trembling. Thank god no-one noticed it.I extended my shaky hand to introduce myself.“My name is Daisy White. Julian told me a lot about you, too.” I said with a smile.Noah, who was standing next to me, wrapped his hand around my shoulder and spoke to me.“Hi, I’m Daisy’s boyfriend and Julian’s childhood friend, Noah Smith.”“Noted, it’s a pleasure to me you too. Please come insi
"There might be some misunderstanding; she might have gone somewhere for a short time." I said it with disdain."No, we've been looking for her for nearly two hours. We called her hairstylist and makeup artist, as well as her other friends and cousins, but she was nowhere to be found," Noah said, nervously.How could Julian have gone missing? She was so excited about the wedding perhaps she might be planning some sort of prank. I went straight to Julian's room, thinking she might be hiding there.As I entered the room, I saw Mrs Astor and other family members searching for Julian."Daisy, my child, did you see Julian? ” Mrs Astor said with tears in her eyes.I just nodded in rejection.While Mr. Astor and other houseworkers were desperately searching the entire house, they were also making calls and asking other people about Julian.When I took up my phone and dialed her number, I found that it was turned off. I began looking near the bed and lamp table, thinking Julian might have left
DYLAN'S POVAs Julian walked through the aisle with James Astor, I knew this was the time... I never thought that I’ll marry arrange, I always thought that when I’ll see my bride walking down the aisle towards me, that’ll be the day when me and her both will know that we survived our love till here and now we’ll celebrate it in front of everybody we knew, to tell them that now we are ready to celebrate our love till forever..How naïve I was back then., no wonder I ended up here .... I think it’s the best. No feelings, no love, no weakness, only profit and that’s what I’ll get from this wedding... To make me one step ahead to become the most powerful man ever, so that nobody gets to play with me again.... Despite Julian being a decent girl, keeping her non-stop chattering and pranks aside, she has a great sense of business knowledge and maybe she’s the perfect wife for me.It all happens for the best.Upon hearing Julian's father's request to take care of her, I simply nodded in agre
DAISY’S POVStepping into the penthouse, I was greeted by a breathtaking sight: a massive glass wall offering a stunning view of the city, while the elegant decor, dominated by shades of grey and black, exuded a sense of coldness and loneliness. With the incident in the elevator still fresh in my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder if this place would become my new home, even if only temporarily, and if Dylan’s actions indicated a dislike or even hatred towards me. I immediately regretted asking him about our meeting. While preoccupied with my thoughts, I completely missed David’s departure from the living room.I hesitated to follow him, a nagging feeling in my gut urging me not to. He never told me where to stay or what to do in this unfamiliar place. As I manoeuvred in my heavy wedding gown, chosen by Julian for her special day, I wondered how I ended up here. Standing near the glass wall, I gazed out at the breathtaking city view. The towering building resembled Ocean Devanna; did D
dylan’s povIt’s been a month since Daisy moved into my house, and the atmosphere has shifted. The air feels different, as if a new energy has been introduced. The sight of her belongings scattered across the living room creates a sense of warmth and liveliness. The faint sound of her laughter echoes through the halls, filling the once empty space with a melodic charm, which is kind of annoying.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafts through the air, mingling with the scent of her favourite flowers. It’s a pleasant combination, one that I never thought I would experience in my sanctuary. My house has always been my haven, a place where no one but Mrs. Kate was welcomed. Even past girlfriends were denied entry, as I preferred to keep my space sacred and unshared.But Julian managed to break through my walls (or should I say I didn’t had any her choice) and now Daisy has found her way in, too. It’s a strange feeling, allowing someone to enter my private world. I never expected the brid
2 MONTHS BACKIt had been a week since I found Daisy sleeping on the living room couch every day, patiently waiting for me. The sound of my footsteps echoed through the dimly lit room, stirring her from her slumber. Rubbing her tired eyes, she exclaimed, “Dylan, you’re here. Let me warm up some food for you.” Confusion and frustration overwhelmed me. Why was she persistently waiting for me? Even my own parents never went to such lengths. Was she intentionally trying to appear pitiful in front of me? Wasn’t her marriage to me solely driven by my fame and wealth? Wasn’t that the motive behind every girl who had ever approached me? Suddenly, it all became clear. Realization struck me like a thunderbolt. I reached into my purse, retrieved the sleek black card, and swiftly approached Daisy, who stood in the kitchen, diligently plating the food. With a forceful slam, I placed the black card on the cold, granite kitchen counter.“Isn’t this what you want?” I exclaimed, my voice filled with
DAISY’S POVOh God, what should I wear?! I’ve heard from Julian that Dylan’s mother, Mrs. Diana, is an elegant and sophisticated woman. Shouldn’t I wear something similar to that when I meet her? But as I gaze into my wardrobe, I realize I have nothing like that! Frustrated, I slump on the side of the bed, my hands resting heavily on my lap. “Daisy, sweetheart, aren’t you ready yet?” Mrs. Kate exclaims, her voice filled with surprise, as she enters my room. “No, I don’t know what to wear. I don’t have anything classy or in nude colors,” I reply, a hint of tears welling up in my eyes.The parents’ meeting overwhelmed me, and it was the first time Dylan ever spoke to me since our marriage. With only a few days left to spend with him, I felt the pressure to not disappoint him. Mrs. Kate, with her impeccable sense of dressing, offered something that caught my attention. Confused, I asked her what it was, unsure if any of her clothes would fit me. She smiled, her eyes filled with excite
“No nothing.” I said while covering my mouth. Dylan on the other hand sighed and started the car engine.It had been 30 long minutes into the car ride, and Dylan’s silence hung heavy in the air, making the atmosphere unbearably awkward. Desperate to break the tension, I mustered up the courage to speak. “Um, your watch is pretty, where did you get it?” I stammered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the engine. I hoped my go-to conversation starter would work its magic, just like it did at those dull business parties.But instead, all Dylan could manage was a confused expression and a simple sentence or should i say word that was “huh?!” That’s all, My heart sank. No I got the watch from xxx place, you know what else places I had traveled, anything to keep the conversation going. But it seemed like this trick only worked on women.“The watch,” I said with a smile, curiosity tugging at me. The glimmer of the timepiece caught my eye, its polished silver reflecting the soft glow
DYLAN'S POV I gazed at Daisy, stunned by what I had just heard. The words lingered in the air, a mix of confusion and curiosity filling my mind. As I tried to comprehend the meaning behind “it’s her first time,” the memory of Julian’s words echoed in my thoughts, vivid and clear. FLASHBACK “i just dropped those love birds on their honeymoon, sweet, ha maybe they might become the next couple to get married after us.” julian looked at me and smiled. From the moment met Julian, She hasn’t stopped chattering about Daisy and her seemingly perfect new boyfriend. Her voice, full of excitement, filled the air, as she described his every detail. Indeed, Daisy is undeniably beautiful, just as she had claimed, but I can’t help but feel that Noah isn’t the right match for her. That guy, with his youthful appearance, looks like a mere child. Yet, who am I to pass judgment? “Perhaps you shouldn’t be overly eager about them sleeping together before marriage,” I said, my expression rema
“DYLAN, PLEASE STOP, DON’T MAKE ME HATE YOU!!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, the sound echoing through the room. The energy surged through my body, desperation fueling my voice. In that moment, Dylan froze in mid-air, his hands slowly releasing their grip on mine. It was as if he was slowly regaining his senses. As he took each step back, his eyes were bloodshot, his face hardened and emotionless. Despite being five feet away, his cold aura still enveloped me, sending shivers down my spine. His anger was palpable, and I braced myself for another possible attack. But to my surprise, he walked over and sat down on the coffee table, his head buried in his palms. I couldn’t see his face, as he covered it with his hands, but his frustration was evident as he muttered, “What the hell am I doing?” “Daisy, am I really that terrible? Can’t you just love me instead of him? God, what am I even doing, forcing someone who doesn’t even want me,” he said, his hands trembling as he slo
“Oh my God, Daisy, it’s you,” he exclaimed, his voice trembling. " you look great..wow" he said, the sound of his stammering filled the air as he struggled to find his words. The sight of him standing before me brought a mix of emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes as I managed to smile, the joy of seeing him mingling with a bittersweet nostalgia. “You too, Noah,” I replied, my voice heavy with emotion. The room seemed to fill with the scent of memories as I thought back to a time when I was free, when I could be myself without any constraints. I was Daisy White, untethered, but now I was bound in the cage of Dylan, someone else’s wife. Despite my love for Dylan, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss, of losing myself in the process of loving him. But I knew, as his wife, I had to continue on. “How are you?” I managed to ask, my voice quivering. I felt a heavy weight on my chest, as if I could break down and cry at any moment. Guilt washed over me, even though Noah was the on
As we arrived at the luscious venue, it became clear that it was held in the most prestigious and wealthiest hotel in the country. Stepping into the venue, my breath caught in my throat as I took in the stunning sight of the space adorned with an abundance of vibrant flowers. The soft glow of the carefully placed lighting added an ethereal touch to the atmosphere. There was a separate section dedicated to food and wine, tantalizing aromas wafting through the air. Every person in attendance seemed to have stepped straight out of the front page of Forbes magazine or P*******t, exuding elegance and wealth. I couldn’t help but feel out of place amidst this glamorous crowd. However, as Dylan began to walk, every eye in the room fixated on him as if he were the main character in this grand setting. Surprisingly, none of this seemed to faze him; he moved with an air of indifference, unaffected by the extravagant surroundings. “Mr Aster, what a pleasant surprise .. I didn’t know you woul
I almost lost count of how many times Dylan had brought a stranger girl home. It had become a habit, a painful one, to witness Dylan sleeping with other women. But now, there were no more tears left to cry. As I woke up, the gentle morning light filled the room, casting a warm glow. The soft sound of birds chirping outside welcomed the new day. I knew it was Sunday, which meant Dylan would be home all day, subjecting me to both torture and serenity. Rising from the bed, I made my way to the shower, the warm water cascading over my skin, easing away the remnants of sleep. After drying off, I dressed in a simple grey shorts and tank top, ready to face the day. As I entered the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped the room. Exactly at 8 o’clock, Dylan emerged from his bedroom wearing a bathrobe and took a seat at the dining table. His voice carried a hint of irritation as he spoke. “Do I have to remind you every time to serve? Can’t you just keep it on the table,
DYLAN'S POV Damn it, didn’t she claim to be a nutritionist? How the hell did she end up in a state of malnourishment? It’s infuriating how she can switch between innocence and pity. Just like now, she’s gazing out the window with wide, doughy eyes and a slightly tilted smile on her face. The sight of her smiling for the first time in ages almost makes me forget how cruel and wicked this woman truly is. “How on earth did you end up in malnourishment, Daisy? Aren’t you a nutritionist?! Didn’t they teach you how to take care of yourself, along with your patients? Don’t you even eat the damn food you prepare for me every day?” I couldn’t help but blurt out in frustration. The words escaped my lips, hanging in the air with a mix of anger and concern. Daisy’s expression remained unchanged, her face devoid of any emotion as she replied, “You know, you’re not here every day... and when you do come, you’re always busy with, well, you know...” The silence between us was heavy, filled wi
“What do you mean, Dylan?” I said, my confusion evident in my voice. I couldn’t understand why he was so concerned about where I had been that day. After all, he had never asked me about my plans before. “Daisy Smith, I’m asking you again, whom did you meet on that day?” He applied pressure with each word, his grip on my waist tightening painfully. I winced at the discomfort. “I met nobody! I just...” My words were cut off as he forcefully placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to his. My heart raced, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. “You met your filthy ex-boyfriend, didn’t you?” He accused, his lips grazing mine as he spoke the words “ex-boyfriend.” “What ex- boyfriend?” I asked. Confusion washed over me. Was he referring to Noah? But he hadn’t mentioned Noah since the incident with the wallpaper. Why did he think I had met Noah? What was going through his mind? “For God’s sake, Daisy, stop acting dumb!” He shouted, his voice
It’s been a whole week, and Dylan hasn’t set foot at home even once. I attempted to visit his office, but he was nowhere to be found. The clock struck midnight, and there was still no sign of him. I had a sinking feeling that he wouldn’t come today either. As I was about to store the food in the refrigerator, the creaking of the main door caught my attention. It swung open, revealing a towering figure - Dylan. He stood there, tall and commanding, in his impeccably tailored three-piece suit. His tie hung loosely around his neck, hinting at exhaustion from a long day. Despite it all, his radiance and elegance remained undiminished. “Dylan, where have you been?” I exclaimed, my voice tinged with a mix of relief and concern. I rushed towards him, my feet pounding against the ground, and wrapped my arms around his domineering body. As his warmth enveloped me, a wave of comfort washed over me, banishing the worries that had plagued me all week. But the fleeting moment of solace
DYLAN POVNo.. no..no…This couldn’t be happening. The sight before me was unbearable. My heart pounded in my chest as I felt a shiver run down my spine. I wasn’t prepared to face this reality. How could Daisy be with someone else? This wasn’t the Daisy I knew. Summoning every ounce of courage, I looked again. My heart sank, and my world crumbled. It was indeed Daisy, locked in a passionate embrace with none other than her ex-boyfriend, Noah Smith. The sight was like a knife through my heart, leaving me feeling empty and broken.“Daisy, my love, why did it take you so long to come here? I’ve been waiting for you, longing for your presence... Have you forgotten your ex-boyfriend now that you have a wealthy husband?” Noah’s voice trembled as he gently ran his fingers through the soft strands of the daisy. Anger surged within me, causing my fist to tighten, but I chose to remain silent, straining my ears to catch the daisy’s response, desperately hoping it would be in my favor. I prayed