All Chapters of Being His Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I ironed out the creases on my blush pink form hugging corporate dress with puffy sleeves. The makeup artist had come and gone after giving me a bold look with a cat eye, matte lipstick and pale pink eye shadow. I loved it. My hair was straightened out and my edges were finely laid. Yes, we were heading for an interview to clear the air concerning the chaos that had been going on since two days ago. The PR team came and brushed us-specifically me- through about how to answer questions thrown at us. Damien had told me about the interview while we were in bed the other night. I was relieved when he slept without any nightmares haunting him. Last night, I slept in his room, it was almost like it was a routine to choose between our rooms every night. It was cute and I smiled whenever I thought about it. We were sort of making progress after all. Aiden gave me a few days off so everything could die down and I was so grateful. I could not imagine myself leaving for work anytime soon.

Ariana's POV; "What are you doing here?!" Tracy spat, glaring at me. "I just wanted to make sure you're okay." I said softly to her. "I didn't ask for your help." She muttered coldly as she washed her face. She reached for a disposable towel and wiped her face and mouth with it as she kept glaring at me through the mirror spitefully. She stumbled a little and I held her from falling. "Are you okay?" I asked worriedly, she looked really pale. "I'm fine." She said and walked out on me. I walked behind her and we both went into the dining room where everyone was seated waiting for us with worried looks on their faces. Tracy soon held her head and stumbled again before she lost consciousness. I caught her before she could reach the floor. Aiden rushed over and lifted her in his arms protectively. "Let's take her to the hospital!" He yelled. "No, let's call the doctor." Damien said and was already putting a call across before anyone could speak. Aiden looked like he wanted to pro

Ariana's POV; I groaned as I slid down to the bathroom floor. I heard him slam the door when he left my bedroom, I did not want a fight but here we were again. I was tired. I got out of my clothes and took a shower to calm my nerves. I reached for my towel when I was done then I headed to my closet to pick up one of my pajamas. I put it on and headed straight for bed, my appetite was long gone so there was no dinner for me. I folded myself like a foetus and slept. **** I willed myself to not look at him when he came down for breakfast and left. No one noticed since they were engrossed in their meals. I got called by the head of my department shortly after breakfast and was told I was given a day off. This had Damien written all over it and I knew it would have been worse if I was working at his company. I did not want him interfering with my work and I wished he would just stop it already. We did not say anything to each other and I just knew that he was going to run away like h

Damien's POV; Her words had a way of getting to me and she obviously did not how much they did. We were not in a real relationship but I did not expect her to kick my words to the curb just like that. Those words let me know how she truly felt about me and I did not even understand why they bothered me so much. I reached for my luggage that she had packed up really well and rolled my suitcase out of my room. I said a quick goodbye to Walter, telling him to let Ma Rosa know I had left. I knew she would not stay mad at me for too long anyways. I drove myself to the hangar, parked my vehicle and then got into the aircraft. Since I had informed the team about the trip earlier, we took off in no time. It was going to be a long flight and I made sure I was prepared for it. I spent a few hours working and then I slept for the rest. An hour to the end of the eleven hour flight, I came awake and awaited touch down. We landed safely, I exited the aircraft and got into the vehicle that had b

"Oh my goodness Ariana you didn't tell me your husband was coming over!" Stephanie exclaimed and turned to Damien before I could respond. "Good morning sir." A strange voice came through and we all turned to it.It was the head of the department. "Good morning." Damien said to him with his signature blank look on. "I'm afraid you might be causing a little bit of a scene over here, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." He said with a stern face. Everyone outside gasped and soon started murmuring in distaste. "You're in charge?" Damien asked. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I am." The departmental head said with his chin held up. He was newly appointed and he had been such a pain ever since. "Good. I'd like to know why you had it in you to overburden my wife with an excessive workload that has her staying in the office for much later than usual." Damien spoke, towering over the petite man who nervously adjusted his glasses. "Te voy a matar Miguel." I muttered under my breath in frust