It was the day they'd attend the charity ball. Margarette was being beautified by the make-up artists. She wore a mermaid backless emerald gown with a slit on one of her hips. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail with a real diamond clip on the root. Her small face was being drawn with perfection.After putting her final touch, which was her scarlet lipstick, Margarette now looks like a goddess. It wasn't an overstatement. In fact, it was literal. One look of her and she'll definitely take your breath away."I've never seen such beauty from my nearly 50 decades of existence," said the designer of her gown. The make-up artist was in awe, and she could only nod her head in approval."Indeed..."Margarette was oblivious of their admiration, she turned around and smiled sweetly at them. "Thank you!"They blinked their eyes. They forgot that this goddess was still a c
Margarette closed her eyes as the blinding light from the camera flashes hit her. It was the thing that greeted them the moment they entered the hall through the grand entrance. They walked on the red carpet, leading into the wonderful hall. She walked gracefully beside Xavier, her hips swaying seductively every walk she had. Her slim frame and voluptuous boobs and booty were being emphasised by her tight mermaid dress. The emerald colour of her clothes was even highlighting her soft, milky and flawless skin. And her face. People gasped upon seeing her face. She was definitely gorgeous. She looks like a goddess. She has a small, angelic face. Plump lips, cute nose, and doe-eyes. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, making everything perfect. It was as if she's a living doll. Flawless at all. She smiled at the people who were looking into her way. She was happy to be able to interact with other people in an event like this. She wasn't able to come to this even though her father
It was already late and people began leaving the hall as the event ended. Xavier ended up buying an art worth 15 million dollars from the charity. The event organiser was beyond happy to be able to get a huge amount of money. People cheered him for it and Xavier humbly announced it was dedicated to his lovely fiancée. However, Margarette couldn't bring herself to smile or be happy about it. It was clearly a show. It wasn't real. His words were fake and his personality was just a facade. She knew better than to assume once again. As Xavier and Margarette exited the establishment, she pulled her hand from his grasp and hugged herself. She was disheartened for some reason. She can't accept the fact that he was just using her. There was no relationship between them so she shouldn't be hurting, but she still is, and she doesn't know why. She kept her mouth shut, silently following behind his as they entered their awaiting car. She put her seatbelt on and threw her gaze to the window. She
He stared at her coldly, his blue eyes digging a hole in her skull the longer he stared at her. She was still trembling and crying like a frightened cat. What she has seen must've traumatised her. After all, every normal person would definitely get scared and disgusted by what he did. Apparently, Xavier grew up in a world like this and death is no longer new to him.He held her face through his hand and made her face him, their eyes locking into each other. A stain of blood was even plastered on his face. His face was menacing, his eyes were the coldest yet the most dangerous thing in the world Margarette could see at the moment.Feeling his warm hand against her cheek, she whimpered and tried to pull away but he immediately caught her. He gripped jaws using his hand, making her cheeks flushed together. He pulled her close to him."Are you afraid, my little Flower?" he asked, his voice was void of any emotion. It sent shivers down her spine and she immediately shook her head no. He ch
Everything felt magical as soon as their lips crashed against each other. She closed her eyes as she felt his tongue trying to invade her mouth. She instinctively parted her mouth and let his tongue explore her mouth. He kissed her hungrily, expertly nipping, sucking, and lapping her soft plump lips. She moaned in pleasure as his hands found her mounds in the back and gave it a light squeeze against the tight dress she wore earlier. His kisses were intoxicating as he devoured her mouth as if she's the most delicious dish in the world he has ever tasted. His hands caressed her body, travelling from her waist, down to her butt, and went up to the back of her head and neck as he pulled her impossibly closer to him."Ah..." she couldn't help but to let out a moan as his lips went down to her jaw and gave it a feather kiss before lowering it to her neck and shoulders. He gently sucked on her soft skin, sending euphoria around her body. Her body reacts to his every touch. She could feel her
Xavier still couldn't understand the reason why he had bought her. In fact, he could get any suitable and influential women to be his partner in this game he was playing. A lot of women are willing to jump on him just to have him as their man. He's everything a woman could ask for. He has the looks, the brain, and even wealth . And yet, the moment his eyes laid on her, all his logic disappeared, and now he's almost obsessed with this woman under him. He can't get enough of her. He purchased her, an unknown human creature who seems to be ignorant of how the world works. She was like an enchantress, he got mesmerised by her beauty. Her voice was like a soft symphony, pulling him into sweet slumber until he was left dreaming with her wonderful soft voice. He stared at her for as long as he could remember. He was looking at her as if memorising every nook and corner of her face. She's so beautiful he can't get enough of her. Margarette, who saw him staring at her, flashed a smile. He w
Margarette woke up in a strange room. It wasn't the same one she was staying at. She was a little disoriented as she roamed her eyes on her surroundings. Where was she?She stood up, trying to get away from the stranger's room. However, when she tried to stand up on her feet, she fell back on the bed as pain hit through her. Just then she noticed how sore her body was. And that's not even the worst part, she's even naked!Suddenly, all the memories from last night's events. Her eyes widened as she covered her mouth through her hands.'What...? Did I really do it... with him?' she thought as her heartbeat went fast. She really had sex. She did it. With him. 'Oh, my gosh...'The door suddenly opened, making Margarette shrink away and cover her naked body through the bedsheets.Clarise looked at her and flashed a kind smile, holding a tray of food in her hands. The maid behind her back was holding a pair of new clothes for Margarette, by their boss' orders."Hello, ma'am. Good morning,"
They stayed in the same position for the next few minutes. Margarette was lost in her thoughts whilst Xavier went back to work on his laptop, a woman sitting on his lap. Smelling her scent makes his heart go calm for some reason. He wasn't usually like that. He's not into physical contact nor was he a clingy man. He's cold and stoic, unable to express himself and cannot even interact well in a normal conversation.A knock from the door broke the comfortable silence between them. A man wearing a black outfit and a gun in his side went in and bowed his head. "Good noon, sir. I am here to deliver the words that the goods have already arrived at the warehouse," he said in Russian language."Complete?" Xavier replied."Yes, sir. 15 trucks of it have been sorted out already. We were just waiting for you to see them yourself.""Alright. I'll be there in a minute." The man once again nodded his head before storming out. Xavier next stood up and put on his suit jacket."W-Where are you headi
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
Emma left the room to give us some space and privacy. I clenched my fist as the tension between us thicken. I didn’t expect him to be back all of a sudden. Perhaps, it is a good thing as well."I don't want to stay here anymore," I declared with a steely gaze, my determination to leave this house firm in my mind. The sense of betrayal had eroded my trust in everyone around me, leaving me with a deep-seated desire to escape. "I will leave this house," I added, my voice steady despite the storm of emotions within.His eyes sharpened, and the tension in the room heightened as he gritted his teeth. My heart raced, but I maintained a composed exterior, unwilling to let him perceive any vulnerability. "Leave, you say? Ophelia, this is our house," he retorted after a brief pause, his voice laced with controlled intensity as if he were suppressing an inner turmoil. "You cannot leave."“Why not?” I hissed, my gaze narrowing into slits as I gritted my teeth. “Why can’t I leave?”“Because I don’
I've already made up my mind. I'll leave this place. I don't think there was a reason to stay. They were all lying to me, blatantly telling me lies that were obvious. They were deceiving me.Staying became increasingly challenging, especially since my husband, the supposed anchor for my presence here, was consistently absent. Despite their claims of my marriage, their inability to provide any evidence, not even a picture from my own wedding, added to my growing sense of disillusionment.I hung around for a while, hopeful that they'd eventually come clean. Unfortunately, that never happened – not even a bit.It became disheartening and hard to trust anyone.Disappointment settled in, directed at every individual under this roof.Leaving now feels not just necessary but also freeing. Staying doesn't do anything for me anymore. The lies have unraveled, showing a truth that lines up with what I've been feeling.I waited until everyone in the mansion was sound asleep before putting my esca
“Ma’am, your husband has already left,” Emma said, her tone cautious as she addressed me. These days, I wasn't in the best of moods, not because of any lingering sickness, but due to the nagging feeling that something was being kept from me. “He has left for work, and he’ll probably be back a week from now or so.” I nodded silently, then took a sip of the tea she had prepared for me. The revelation that my husband had left bothered me, but I chose not to show it. Why should I care or worry? After all, he didn’t even come to bid farewell himself, so why should I react as if I were genuinely disappointed. “Tell me, Emma,” I uttered, my tone seeking answers. “What were we like as a married couple before I lost my memories?” Caught off guard, Emma hesitated, her usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment. I closed my eyes briefly, taking a deep breath to steady myself before opening them again to face her. “I-I really didn’t know much, ma’am," she admitted, her words coming out
I was back to square one. My husband appeared to be keeping something from me, and I couldn't shake that feeling.When I inquired if he was worried, he didn't respond. Instead, he abruptly left the room, seemingly ignoring my question completely. I felt bewildered and offended. Is he truly my husband? Why isn't he behaving like one?Following that incident, he didn't visit or contact me to check on my well-being. I felt disappointed.But then again, it couldn't be helped.Days passed, and the absence of my husband weighed on me. The unanswered questions and the growing void in our interactions left me grappling with a sense of isolation. I yearned for some connection, for reassurance, but he remained elusive."He hasn't visited or even checked on me. Is this how a husband should act?" I questioned, my voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and sadness.Emma, always composed, offered a reassuring smile. "People cope with difficult situations in different ways, Miss Ophelia. Perhaps
I took a deep breath as I followed him into his office. The man, who claimed to be my husband, seated himself at the desk with casual ease. I stood there, feeling like a fool, waiting for his next command. His expression soured when he saw me hesitating. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his jaws clenching in annoyance. I blinked, my mind still trying to process the overwhelming information he had just laid upon me. I was shocked and utterly disoriented, unable to pull myself together and act with a rational mind. I felt like a leaf, caught in the unpredictable currents of this surreal situation. "What?" he snapped. "Come here." I slowly and reluctantly walked over to his side, my thoughts still swirling with the revelations. When I was close enough, my husband extended his arms towards me. I hesitated, glancing at his outstretched arm. "I won't hurt you, okay? So come here now," he said, annoyance evident in his voice. Biting my lower lip, cheeks burning with embarrassment, I g
Staring into his stunning blue eyes, which revealed no emotion, I couldn't help but notice his tall, masculine figure—undeniably handsome and attractive. Despite his physical perfection, I hesitated to accept him as my husband. In my dreams, the man who claimed that role held me with warmth and tenderness, his gaze filled with affection. The contrast between those dreams and the current reality was stark.The man in front of me felt distant, his demeanor cold and uninviting. An invisible barrier seemed to separate us, making it hard for me to connect the dream figure with the person standing before me. The discrepancy between the dream's warmth and the real-world chill heightened my confusion and left me questioning the authenticity of this man's claim to be my husband.I must have stood there like an idiot for what felt like an eternity. My gaze was fixed on him, my lips parting and closing like a gaping fish. Describing my state as surprised would be a severe understatement—I was ut
It felt as though the world had turned upside down, my head throbbing painfully as I attempted to recall the events that transpired during my time in a coma. The last tangible memory I could grasp was being in... a dark room.And beyond that point, my recollections became an impenetrable fog, leaving me grappling with the disorienting void that stretched between the past and my current state of consciousness.I gazed at the coffee cradled in my hands, its warmth and the sweet aroma wafting up, stirring a nostalgic feeling within me. Yet, my mind struggled to unravel the threads of memory, unable to pinpoint when or where I had last experienced this sensation. Was this scenario familiar, or was it a moment my consciousness had yet to encounter?“It’s time for your medicine now, ma’am,” Emma said as she handed me the pills that I have been taking for a month. Yes, it has been a month, and up until now I was still pondering what really happened, who am I, and where the hell I am. The onl
I jolted awake, gasping for breath, my eyes fluttering open to the harsh reality of my bedroom. Sweat trickled down from my forehead, soaking through the sheets as I grappled with the remnants of a haunting dream—a nightmare that lingered in my waking mind. As I lay there, heart racing and senses on high alert, I couldn't shake off the lingering unease that the dream left in its wake. The echo of a distant scream, the shadows that danced malevolently in the corners of my mind—everything felt vivid and disconcerting. I took a deep breath, attempting to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. Yet, the tendrils of fear still clung stubbornly, leaving me with an unsettling awareness that the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner than I had ever imagined. "Good morning," a voice suddenly exclaimed, prompting me to turn my gaze towards its source. There stood a woman in her mid-twenties, adorned in what appeared to be a maid's uniform. A tray laden with breakfast delicacies res