All Chapters of Being His Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

(Ariana's POV) I layed tucked under the covers wide awake and wondering why on earth I could not sleep at such a time. I looked around my bedroom as the squeaky noise of the ceiling fan somewhat fascinated me. I never lacked sleep, ever. In spite of my hectic schedule, I still made out time to rest, so it was a shocker for me to be awake in the middle of the night and not be able to go back to sleep. But, in my heart of heart, I knew the reason for my sleeplessness. The events of the previous day still had me shaken and I could not help but keep mulling over it. I had just finished with my shift at the five star restaurant I worked in and I was well on my way to getting a good rest when a call came in. The caller ID had me rolling my eyes for a second. It was my father. "Hey Dad..." I muttered. "Ariana Delaney?" A female voice called out to me, startling me. "Yes?" I answered carefully. "This is Doctor Mildred,your father is in our care." Oh no! "I'll be there right away."

I froze in place as soon as I met his gaze. I could barely register what was going on because I was in awe of how much of a beauty this man was. His grey orbs captured me first, then I drank the whole sight in. He's about 6'4 in height towering over my 5'6, his thick black hair was styled perfectly atop his head. His pink lips were just about full and thin at the same time, perfect. His tanned skin shone in the light and his suit did nothing to hide his well built body. His clean shaven face had my hands itching to touch it, strangely enough. He looked too good to be real. "Now, if you're done checking me out, can we get down to business?" He stated dryly, just like he was bored but his face gave nothing away. The statement startled me, my cheeks burned and I felt somewhat embarrassed. "Yes, sorry." I whispered, going on to take a seat in front of him. He stared down at me for a while before taking his seat opposite me. "I'm sorry, are you the person my father owes?" I asked clue

As soon as we arrived, I quickly got out of the vehicle and stomped to my suite shutting the door behind me. I stared down at the flashy gold diamond encrusted jewelry, I now had on my left ring finger. It was way too much for me. I didn't think I could fit into such a lifestyle, I just wanted to run and hide. In all my rage I took off my clothes, took a shower and slid under the covers. It seemed like a routine to be pissed off by this man. I slept off soon after wondering when it'll be possible to go back home, I missed my apartment. The next morning my phone was buzzing with calls and texts. News sure spread like wildfire. There was no way I could deny that it was me in those pictures. It was so obvious. Bloggers were soon to start digging deep into my details and that would become a bother so I ran straight to the main cause of all this chaos. I was told he was in his office and would not be available until much later but I couldn't wait. I was about leaving the suite, I spott

"Damien!" A sweet female voice exclaimed out of nowhere. She looked dazzling with blonde hair and bright blue eyes but she had a petite frame and looked really small compared to Damien. Her outfit looked so expensive and I somewhat felt intimidated, I couldn't compete with that. "Hey mum..." He said with a little bit of a smile. Wait, what? I stared at him, mouth agape. Maybe it's just a nickname. I tried assuring myself. "How are you baby?" She asked fondly, bringing him close so she could place a peck on his cheek. "I'm fine mum, how are you?" He replied, still holding her close. "Hey bro!" A young handsome, blonde, blue eyed guy who seemed like the male version of the woman in front of me, came close and shook hands with Damien who glared at him. "What did I do this time?" The blonde dude rolled his eyes. "You weren't at the site to supervise the workers even after I instructed you to." Damien gritted sternly with a hard gaze on the poor guy. "Damien... Now, now, this isn't

After my obvious and somewhat embarrassing staring session, Damien led me into the jet. The interiors almost knocked me off my feet. It was so magnificent, I could live in there for the rest of my life. "You can sit now." He said sardonically. That was when I noticed he was already seated with his laptop placed in front of him. I was perplexed. Why was he seating comfortably? I watched one of the air hostesses hoist a black suitcase that obviously wasn't mine into the luggage compartments. "You're coming with me?" I asked dumbly. "What does it look like?" He answered in a clipped tone. "Yeah, sorry." I mumbled, taken aback by his terse response. I sat quietly and buckled up for the ride. We soon took off, I watched him from the corner of my eye as he continued working on his laptop while the plane was in the air. I played games on my phone for a while before drifting off into a short sleep. When I woke up, I had nothing to say to him, neither hi