Racheal had little doubt she would escape this. Thalia was insane, why had she not thought of this before. A woman this obsessed with her married ex had to be a little crazy in the head.She could scream for help, she should, but over this loud music she doubted anyone would hear her.Then she felt strong hands yanking her. A scream escaped her throat, but to her relief, she was being yanked away from the edge, not over it.She looked up to see who rescued her, and found herself staring at an angry Skylar. Skylar looked livid, and all her fury was directed at Thalia. She soon pounced on her, despite security trying to tear her off.It seemed she finally found a way to let out all the anger she had. bottled in for days now, from her own frustrations. Racheal was mortified at the scene Skylar was forced to cause on her own wedding day because of her. The wedding guests soon crowded them and the president thundered,“Stop!” Before Skylar finally got off Thalia. Racheal saw Isaac rush
Steffan stepped back. For a few seconds, the anger in his eyes was replaced by hurt. But it disappeared just as quickly as Racheal had seen it.“You really think I am such a monster.” He said flatly. It was not a question, and there was no emotion in his voice. He turned away, and continued undressing. Racheal stood and just stared at him, unsure of her next words. She had always known this day would come, since the day her father announced the wedding. But did she really want to share a bed with this man?Was she ready to start truly living as man and wife with this man? She suddenly missed the life she had the past few weeks. She had thought she was suffering, but she was left alone. Her time was hers alone, and she did not have to stare at Steffan’s face, inhaling his scent even though she was angry at him.She was still standing as he walked towards the bathroom. Their bathroom, that is what she thought it was now. He returned almost immediately, pinning her with his gaze. His
Racheal was disappointed when she stepped back into the bedroom. She had hoped she would be able to sneak under the covers before Steffan returned from the bathroom.But apparently, she had wasted too much time in the closet, and Steffan was done bathing.She steeled herself, and began to walk to the bed, very aware that his eyes were glued to her body. In the safety of the thick white bed covers, she finally let out a sigh of relief. She stayed as close to the edge of the bed as much as she could. Her body was strung up at the knowledge that Steffan, her legal husband, was lying just a few inches away on the king sized bed.He said he was no monster, but she could not help being so nervous around him. Is this how all their nights would be?Perhaps she may become more relaxed around him, especially after she got more decent nightwears. She could not help feeling sad at how much more complicated her life just got.A lot has happened since last night. Danna Sherrod’s secret, the pres
Steffan was looking at her in surprise. Although she was uncomfortable under his gaze, she did not look away. “What did you just say?” He asked, his voice low and emotionless. She could not tell if he was simply surprised or angry, or both. She wondered if she should just drop it. The last thing she wanted was to make Steffan mad to the point he left her. That will push his father to punish her.“Before I married you, I had to be examined by a doctor against my will, to make sure I had remained chaste. My father said the Sherrods insisted on a chaste bride.” If she was going to allow herself to be swayed by this man’s kindness again, she had to be certain he was truly a good person, to some extent at least.Steffan just stared at her like she had suddenly grown two heads. She shifted in her seat impatiently, waiting for him to respond. They were drawing close to the presidential villa now.“How did they do it?” “What?”“You said it was against your will, were you threatned or rest
Racheal feared she may faint again. The memory of the whole checking-she-was-chaste experience felt suffocating. She hurried out of the suite and her guards joined her, Steffan’s own guards remained outside the door to the presidential suite.She got into the elevator and rode down to the large hallway, the one that connected all parts of the villa together. She was walking out of the elevator when she heard someone call behind her,“Racheal.” She spun at the voice. “Delbert.” She said in surprise as she saw him standing behind her. It appeared he had been waiting. For her? How did he know she would come down here? Delbert looked charming in a pair of denim and white T-shirt, his skin glowed against the lights that lit up the hallway. “What are you doing here?” She asked, hugging him. This was the first time she had seen him in anything outside a suit. She could not help thinking how men in Yin were competitively gorgeous. Delbert smiled his charming smile at her. She smiled ba
Racheal took her hand out of Steffan's. The memory of her experience at the interrogation room made her eyes sting with tears. “What if YOU hurt me, who should I tell?” she asked, pressing her lips together to hold back her tears. She was unaware that the tears had broken free, till she felt Steffan’s warm fingers wiping her face. Damn! Why was she so quick to break down?“Come, I made a bath for you.” He said turning quickly. He grabbed her hand, and he led her out of the closet. The bubble bath smelled so good, and looked irresistibly inviting to her exhausted body. But did this man intend to bathe her?As if reading her thought, he said, “You can step in with your lingerie on.”“I would like to have a private bath.” She said in the most serious tone she could put on.“No.” He said. “You still have not eaten, what if you pass out again.” What he said made logical sense, and she would have her a pair of lingerie on. At the very least, the lingerie was still one layer between her
“Racheal.” Steffan called, drawing her attention again to the present. She was saved from responding to his question by a mild knock at the door. “Please come in.” She said quickly, grateful for the escape. She found herself surprisingly happy to see one of her maids again. Luna smiled politely at her from the door but seemed hesitant to come in. As soon as Racheal saw the large bouquet of white lilies in her hands, she knew this was trouble. But she asked her to come in regardless. She had a suspicion that these flowers were from the secret sender from yesterday. She did not dare look at Steffan, but she could feel the angry gaze he fixed in Luna’s direction. “Is there a card there?” She asked, trying not to frown at Luna. The girl should know better than to bring this here, especially now that they knew Steffan lived here. But she did not want to be harsh towards her maid in Steffan’s presence. She did not want him to think it was ok to treat her maids disrespectfully in futu
Steffan was still on his knees staring up at Racheal. She wore her dress properly, and went back to her seat in the dining room. He stood up, and she could feel him staring at her, but she did not look up at him. “Racheal, who did that to you?” He asked, watching her intently.“I don’t want to talk about it.” She replied, forking a piece of now cold, bite-sized steak into her mouth. She could not taste the flavours of the meal, it tasted like paper, and her throat burned with tears.“You don’t have to keep holding things in.” Steffan said, “ Don’t you trust me?” He asked. She frowned up at him. How could he ask her such a question so soon after all that has happened between them since they got married. What reason was there to trust him? He had failed her before, who said he wouldn't again?Steffan ran his hand over his face in frustration when she would not say anything. Then he straightened up and walked off, his jacket in the crook of his arms. A guard walked in and picked Ste