William and Kate were married two weeks later at a very quiet ceremony held in a private chapel in Ashbourne. Despite Katherine’s refusal to wear a conventional white gown and veil, William’s family had insisted that it was a tradition and her own mother had given her that puppy eyes look in which she could not have it in her to say no to. Still, she had found her voice by telling both sides that she was the bride and got to be the one walking down the aisle and not them.
William’s grandmother looked at it askance, but her brows lifted in open disapproval when she heard about the fact that they would not go for a proper honeymoon. No matter how many times he had explained to her that he had work to do, she did not understand. “You disappoint me, my dear William,” she said majestically. “I would’ve thought your new bride should take precedence over any matter of business.”
The plane had just landed when William and Kate had their first fight. It was started with his casual remark about her picking a hobby once they were back in New York. “You know, maybe you could pick up reading. I did not have many physical books at my house but you can get a reading tablet.” He glanced at her sideways before returning his gaze back to the newspaper he was reading. “Or cooking. I appreciate good food.” He turned to her with a grin. “As long as your food is good, I’ll eat it.” “What?” asked Kate, looking dumbfounded. She wasn’t sure what he was referring to and everything coming out of his mouth sounded so random and foreign to her ears. “I’m talking about activities you can do now that you won’t have anything much to do.” His forehead formed a slight frown.
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C H A P T E R 1 7 : T H E C E L E B R A T I O N A N D A N O L D F R I E N D K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T True to William’s words, his grandmother had arranged a dinner party for them at the hotel restaurant which was located at the rooftop of the Ascott Hotel. And just like Kate had expected, a whole lot of designer clothes, from Versace to Prada to Gucci were already hung in the closet of their suites along with some of William’s suits and other wardrobes. Not only that, a few minutes after Kate was ushered into the honeymoon suite, a young
C H A P T E R 1 8 : T H E A C T A N D T H E K I S S K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T "Hello, Darling," greeted William with a warm smile that could easily win him the best husband of the year award if such an award did exist. Kate had no doubt that everyone else would agree but she was not one of them. Albeit his smile was radiating warmth, the emerald eyes staring back at her were icy cold. Despite everything else that had happened, she knew that he still hated her or at least disliked her. Yet here she was, thinking and reminiscing about
C H A P T E R 1 8 : T H E P A S S I O N A N D T H E P R E T E N S E K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T The party was exhausting but it was somewhat manageable. Both William and Kate had greeted most of their friends and acquaintances. There were also William’s business partners and his family’s old friends who congratulated them for their wedding. Even though they all looked rather surprised that William Windsor had gotten himself married, no one dared to question them, not when he was playing the doted husband and kept his arm around her waist and looked at her as if she was the anchor of his life. William was very good at acting, even better than Kate whose heart kept jumping up and down every time he touched her. Together they had wisely timed their conversation and made sure that they had spent an approp
C H A P T E R 2 0 : T H E I R W E D D I N G N I G H T K A T H E R I N E B E N N E T By the time Kate had gone out of the closet, William was nowhere to be found and she let out a sigh of relief and sat on the chaise, playing with her phone. She had tons of congratulations from her friends and she replied to them one by one patiently to kill the time. Her thumb which was scrolling down her list of text messages suddenly came to a halt. It was a text from Jaxon de Bourgh, her best friend. Katherine, I know you did not expect a text . . . Her thumb hovered over the text for a few seconds then decided to open it out of curiosity. Katherine, I know you did not expect a text from me but I miss you. We have been best friends for years. I
It was seven in the morning when the sun greeted the newlywed through the slide between the curtains. William Windsor had been the first to wake up. He was about to get up when he noticed there was something soft and warm laying on his chest. Curiously and still half asleep, he turned his head and looked at the woman sleeping on the bed next to him. One of her hands was draped on his chest and her head was ducked in his armpit. In another different situation, he would have laughed and teased her about it but considering their current relationship, it was not possible.
The second the door closed and she heard the click noise as a confirmation, Kate pulled herself up and sat on the bed, heaving a sigh. She had been awake for the last ten minutes since she had heard him groaning and making other noises in the shower but she remained on the bed, not moving a muscle because she wanted to avoid the awkward conversation between them. After all, she had realized that during her sleep last night she had accidentally gone to the other part of the bed and landed somewhere on his side. She was not sure if she had physically touched him or not but she would not be surprised if that had been the case. Carefully she slid herself off the bed and rose to her feet. Since she could not leave the bed without tidying it up first, something she had done every day for as long as she could remember, she made up the bed even though she knew the hotel staff would do it later. At last, she
Katherine Bennet’s POV
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Kate stared at her phone with a frown. She had been trying to call William but it went straight to voicemail. She dropped a message to Harry, his personal assistant, and Harry informed her that William was in a meeting with a potential partner. So in the end, she left him a voicemail, informing him that she was on her way to the airport and would fly to Washington D.C. as her mother was injured. “I’ll call you once I land, okay?” She ended the call and held her phone tightly on her lap. She turned to her right and noticed that Jaxon had been watching her this whole time as the car was stopping at the traffic light. “Thank you for taking me to the airport.” Jaxon shook his head. “I’m coming with you.” He shifted his gaze back to the front as the car started to move. “You don’t have to. It’s fine,” Kate reassured him. “No, it is fine.” One of his hands left the steering wheel and held hers. “I am here for you, Katherine.” She looked down at his hand holding hers before casually
“I said I do not,” William replied with a sigh then tossed his phone on the couch. “Where were you, Kate? I have been losing my mind when I could not reach you.” Instead of getting an answer, he was left alone as she walked into their bedroom. With a frown on his forehead, he followed her inside and watched her strip her clothes off before disappearing into the bathroom. Something was not right. He could feel that something had happened today but his mind could not think of what possibly could happen that would cause so much stress on Kate. He decided that it could wait, all that mattered right now was her. William opened the cupboard and grabbed a towel then knocked on the bathroom door. “Kate, may I come in?” When there was no reply, he added, “I will take it as negative confirmation and proceed if you remain in silence.” He counted to ten before turning the knob and walking inside. He found Kate inside the bathtub her knees were folded. Her arms were hugging her legs while she re
C H A P T E R 4 5 : T H E L I E S A N D T H E L O V E W I L L I A M W I N D S O R “Kate?” William called for her as soon as he stepped out of the lift and into his dark apartment. With the help of the flashlight from his phone, he guided his way to the lamp switch
Kate rushed to the door the second she heard the doorbell ringing. Opening the door, she sighed a relief once she saw Jaxon’s face. Without giving much thought, she threw her arms around him. She felt his lips brushing the top of her head, planting a small kiss, and her body froze as she realized what she was doing and took a step back. “What happened?” He asked, his voice tight with worries. “I got this in the mail,” she said, pointing at the white box on the counter. Jaxon moved to the counter and took the lid off. He grabbed the note off the dead bird and frowned. “You will end up like that unless you leave,” he read the note and his frown deepened before he glanced at Kate who was now sitting on the couch, hugging her knees. “Do you know what this could be referring to?” She shook her head, her stomach churning and she felt like she might puke anytime soon. The stench from the blood was still there no matter how many times she had rubbed her nose with fragrant oil. She supposed
Three days later, they had already gone back to New York City and in all honesty, Kate could not be more relieved. London had been fun but the last two days she had been there, she had felt as if someone had been watching her every move and it was not a nice feeling. So when they had landed last night, she had felt as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Both of them had been exhausted when they walked into William’s apartment. She dragged herself to the bathroom to quickly wash up then took one of the extra-large T-shirts from the drawer. Once she had put it on, she walked out of the bedroom just in time as William walked in. “Where are you going?” he looked rather confused. “To the guest room,” she answered, followed by a yawn. He caught her arm, his thumb rubbing against her shirt. “Why don’t you just sleep here with me?” Kate stifled a yawn and failed miserably. “Because I still remember what you told me ages ago, William. You can not sleep unless you sleep
“But I’m his wife,” Kate told for the third time as she watched Cordelia cross her leg and sip her tea. “I believe you have mistaken my husband for someone else.” “What was your name? Cat?” Cordelia placed her half-full cup of tea back on its saucer and then leaned back on the couch. “Katherine,” Kate corrected. “Well, let me tell you something, Katherine.” The older woman leaned forward, her eyes were sharp. “William is not married. You can call yourself his wife all you want but legally, you are nothing but his mistress while I am is his fiancé and we are going to be married in three months’ time.” She collected her purse and rose to her feet. “If you have any dignity left, you should call it off, break things up with him. No one likes a homewrecker.” Then without waiting for Kate to respond, she strode her way to the front door and left. Kate continued to stare at the door even long after Cordelia had gone. She then glanced down at the cup and its saucer, the very evidence t