All Chapters of V I O L E T: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DViolet and Ramon walked in the courtroom with their friends and family. Ramon helped Violet hold her heavy gown as they entered the courtroom, but Violet couldn’t care any less. She didn’t see any problem in a husband holding up his wife’s gown as they walk around. In fact, it was his duty to always make sure she was comfortable – based on her thoughts. First, she had to sign the documents of marriage and then follow her husband to her new home. Then she will see on how to make sure she gets to interact with Connor, Ramon’s brother. She looked in his direction and saw his face that was partly covered just as Ramon’s own. The yellow medium length hair was styled and passed to the front where it had to cover his left eye.She smiled inwardly and began praising his good looks from within. Connor Frdling was the man she wanted and not his brother. But then, she was patiently waiting for the right time, she believed f

As soon as her eyes saw the inside once she stepped in, she gasped for the second time in that evening. The house was more than big on the inside. It was beautiful, extraordinarily beautiful. The first things that welcomed her were the two giant plant pots that stood just some feet away from the door.They were golden in color and had the most beautiful plants in them. The plants look like the plants of nut trees, only that they are shorter and more beautiful than the nut plants. Her eyes lingered around, the vast empty hall space she had just entered. It was filled with artificial plants and many other beautiful accessories that made it look like an in-house garden. The huge chandelier gave it the impression of them being in the garden, under the beautiful sunlight as it took the role of the sun.Violet’s parents were wealthy, but not as wealthy as her husband’s parents. Was this actually what her parents were after? Was this the reason she was

 Violet gasped at the door in front of her. Of course she was expecting a heaven as her room but the door of what she imagined as her heaven, was far too big for her little mind to contain. It was thrice the size of the door she had imagined will be her room.After entering the house and seeing how vast it was, she began imagining how her own inner space will look like. She imagined her inner space to have a door, gigantic, just one opening, brown in colour and super thick. She imagined it to have yellow flower patterns and then also green plant patterns. She imagined her bedroom to be really big, twice her bedroom back at her hometown, with a king-sized four post bed in the middle of the room.She wanted to have a very large window that could allow her to view the garden and the big fountain that was situated at the entrance of the house. She was so happy with her imaginations but what was before her was more than her imaginations.&nbs

 She shook in her sleep, moving her head about on the pillow, sweat covered her face and neck and her hair was scattered over the bed pillow. She turned once and then twice and then thrice, to the left, to the right and back to the left, repeating the cycle even more faster. After a few seconds, Violet completely opened her eyes and woke up, sitting upright, panting heavily like she was running, but, she was sleeping. She had been dreaming... “But it felt so real.” She looked at her night gown and it was soaking wet. Did she sweat that much in her sleep? She wondered and then checked the blanket. It was also wet but not as wet as the thin dress on her body.She opened her eyes like she got stung. “Why does it feel wet under me?” She asked herself and quickly got up from the bed to see it soaking wet.“No way, this can never be sweat. Did I sweat this much? Or did I wee on t

 “I said let me be. I want to see my father.” Little Clara cried as the maids carried her away. Her long jet black hair flipped as she turned her head trying to squeeze herself from their grasps, giving it an impression of a golden hue. Actually, it wasn’t an impression at all, it seemed as if her jet black hair was becoming golden.“Did her hair just turn golden or my eyes deceive me?” Violet asked. She was certain there was some golden transformation of the child’s hair.“Just your eyes deceiving, Milady. The child has shiny black hair, similar to her dad’s own and so it tends to give you impressions whereas it is not the case.”“But I must say Milady, Clara is a difficult child.” Marys stated. Violet just looked at the corridor even as they couldn’t see Clara nor the maids that struggled to carry her.From the looks of things, she didn’t n