All Chapters of Marriage of Deception: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sleep was one of the most significant things that a human body needed in order to gain strength. For me, it was indeed a crucial entity to keep my mind awake during those monotonous and dreary meetings during the time of work that was going to begin in just a few hours. In reality, it wasn’t my job that sipped away all the vitality. In fact, it was my boss’s whimsical that made my life hell.During the daytime, it was that 6 foot 4-inch man child, while at night it was my dear sister who vowed to take away the peace of my life. Sometimes I wonder if my boss hired my own blood-related sister to torture me in my house by making the sounds that were coming from her room, which was right next to me. Only one wall, a layer of brick that didn’t shy away from blocking the sound that was coming into my ears.I looked at the clock on my phone. It was 3 in the morning, and for the love of God, it was the time when any normal person in this universe loved to see their dreams or just stay dead in

Coming home after a long day at work and finding the place ripped was something that I couldn’t stand. I was a neat freak just like Monica from Friends, perhaps worse than her, so seeing my tiny two-bedroom apartment that easily ended in just a few steps in a mess was something that didn’t sit well with me.I cleaned the entire house at night before going to bed, yet right now it looked like some sort of natural disaster hit this place and took away everything with her."What the hell is this?" I shouted, looking all around from my living room to my dining room.I ran inside the house, but it was ripped apart. Everything was out of place. The cheap couch that came with the apartment was torn in the middle as if someone had used a knife to slash it in half. The cotton was all over the room, flying, resting on the floor while the small wooden coffee table that I bought from a dollar shop was missing its feet, which I found a few inches away.The wreck didn’t stop there. My fruit bowl, w

The world seemed to be playing some cruel game with me. The turn of the events that happened in the past 24 hours made me speechless in a distinctive way. When I kept thinking I had hit the lowest point of my life, fate came back to mock me and slapped me harder than before with the freshly baked nuisance, as if I was born to taste this dish.Everything was hazy. All I could see was a bunch of red lights in the darkness ahead of my eyes, even though it was a lovely sunny morning. Money was gone.Where? no fucking idea. There wasn’t anything I could do in that matter either until my boss plated this ultimate mouth-watering platter ahead of me that I was greedy to take. Mr. Astor would pay every penny. The amount was so huge that at one point; I thought there was no way I could ever manage to provide the treatment for my poor mother. I still worked in the hope that there would be a way or a hope that would help me.There was no hope for me when it came to arranging the amount that count

He didn’t answer any of my questions, rather, he preferred to sit there holding the glass of iced tea. It wasn’t that I asked something related to rocket science that he was thinking about before answering; it was a simple question. Why did you want to marry me?A man like Gavin Astor was born into royalty. The Astors were the royal family of California. They ruled almost half of the state, owed most of the buildings, and banked their accounts in millions every single day. The influence that they had all over California, one of the most expensive states in this country, articulated the dominance that they possessed. It was all due to the money that had been passed from one generation to another.The Astors weren’t new to the game of wealth, as were most of the other families. It was Gavin Astor’s great grandfather who launched this real estate business in the late 70s with the help of his father-in-law. At first, the business wasn’t that stable as people were more interested in food,

The day I converted from Ms. to Mrs. was this morning. I put the last touches on the task in the same custom as Mr. Astor instructed me. I signed those papers without giving them a read, which I knew was worse than walking to this marriage, but there wasn’t much time left for me to read those documents. I had already gotten five calls from the clinic telling me I needed to pay the bill before 12 or they were going to send her somewhere else.God knew what those papers were about, but seeing the front, I was sure something related it to legal stuff. I had been working with Mr. Astor for three years now, which means I had acquainted myself with his life quite well by now. I had knowledge of every single person who was working with him directly or indirectly. Seeing his lawyer, who handed me the papers and directed me to sign in the blank spots beside Mr. Astor’s signature, it was pretty clear those papers were important.Who knew better than me? My boss, who was going to be my husband j