All Chapters of Hell Of A Marriage : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“I’m so glad you’re okay, babe,” he mumbles into my hair and hugs me harder. There is so much comfort warm in his arm.   I chuckle happily, and hug him tightly as well “Me too Levi, me too.” I reply, my hands rubbing his back slowly and he seems to relax even more at my touch.   It’s been under twenty-four hours since we last saw each other and it already feels like forever and I don’t want to lose it again.   He let go of me and takes my lips into his and kisses me deeply and desperately, and I kiss back giving as much as I am receiving. I wrap my arms around his neck and pulling him even closer to me. His arms pull me tighter against his body and I lean more into him as I let him take control of the kiss, accepting his tongue into my mouth.   We pull away, trying to catch our breaths, and I bite down slowly on my lips, trying to control the feelings running through me as my eyes open to look at him

It has been a week since we began living together. Mentally feels like it’s more than a year already, as the days past have been the longest I’ve been in. It's been long. I’d say sixty-two hours a day felt more accurate. In the past week, Keenan had taken it upon himself to make us anything but close. He’s hired three maids, one of which is my helper and he said that like I was an invalid, two professional chefs, three gardeners, two drivers and four security men. He never for once did he ask for my consent to everything he did, well at first I didn’t want to give him any advice, but he didn’t listen when I tried to later on. He banned me from coming to the office, which is understandable because I hate the whole idea of working under my husband. But not only did he ban me from coming to the office, he also banned me from looking for another job and when I tried arguing with him, he told me it was part of the prenup I signed. I demanded to see

Once inside, I notice there are also notable men and women present and although Keenan is still yet to tell me why we are here; I hear small voices talking and putting two and two together; I know this might be an engagement party, not a special event like he made it seem like back at home.   “Whose engagement party is this?” I ask Keenan, who has been pulling me along with him everywhere since we entered five minutes ago, like I’m his toy.   “Uh?” He raises a brow at me, trying to play the confusion part, but I know better, which gets me even more pissed off.   I roll my eyes and stare at him, “Don’t you uh me! Speak or I’m gonna turn around and leave this very minute.” I threaten with a serious look.   He breathes down slowly, and I know he wants to be stubborn, controlling and pushy, but there seems to be something about this entire event that keeps him in check. “It’s Taylo

“Who’s she, Keenan?” I ask Keenan, who looks lost between the two women beside him. I don’t need the answer, no I didn’t want the answer because I already know who she is. This was why he threw me away yesterday. He wanted to sleep around with some other woman. My heart is breaking, but then again, what did I even expect? He doesn’t love me; he doesn’t even like me and I have given my heart already to him! Who does that? A pathetic loser. The woman, although in a towel, is a walking beauty and I think at this point she knows that. She’s of medium height and the towel does not hide her great curves. Her straight blonde hair reaching behind her back, her eyes are alluring green orbs and her lips red and a lit puffy and I know why that is. “Who are you?” The Lady turns to ask me as Keenan seems to go mute. Her eyes are demanding and unfriendly as she stares at me. “I’m his wife,” I put much emphasis on the wife so s

“Good morning, princess.” He greets politely. From what I can see on him, he only has his black Calvin Klein briefs and his black singlet on for covering. The remaining parts of his body comes up exposed to my eyes, his muscled arms and from his mid-thigh downward exposed with thick muscles and long dark hair from his knee downwards. “Morning.” I reply, feeling a little disconnected and suspicious suddenly. “What are you doing?” I step away from the door, but not going anywhere close to me. I tighten my hands around the white towel I have on, which barely covers much. He smiles widely, “I’m drawing you a warm bath.” he runs his hand through the water in the tub and I stand still and watch him. After a while he looks up at me, “it is warm enough, undress and get in.” “While you are still here?” I ask, my tone rising nervously as I speak. And this makes him get up from the tub and I properly stare at him. There is a humoro