All Chapters of Destined To Be Yours: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

As she was still processing what was about to happen in her life, the door was opened. Florence looked at the door and there stood Tristan Black, her nightmare. The man was dressed in black dress shirt and slim fitted black pants. His hair was styled elegantly. His sharp brows were furrowed as he looked Florence. Florence hated how hot the man looked. She didn't like him but she wasn't blind to not notice that the man was actually quite beautiful. It was sad that he was just a pretty face with a trash like personality. The male had his brows furrowed together as he glared at his soon-to-be wife. Florence badly wanted to squirm under his gaze but she didn't want to give him any kind of satisfaction. His gaze was intense and it felt as if he was digging a hole in her body. He looked at her as if she was something that got stuck on the heels of his shoes."Oh! Tristan! Come in please!" Violet exclaimed, her voice filled with joy as she looked at her soon-to-be son-in-law. Florence ,

Florence found herself sitting on the chair in Tristan's lawyer's office. She wore a black dress that made her looked sophisticated in her own way. She let her hair down .This morning Tristan made sure that Florence belongings are moved into his penthouse and Florence is thankful for that. She even tried to say her thank you to him but Tristan asked her to get ready for meeting his lawyer.So , now they both sat in front of the lawyer. The lawyer was female by the way and Florence had never thought that she would see a day where Tristan would be smiling but here they are.Her husband was way too friendly with his lawyer, Lavender. She was his school friend so that means that she was older than Florence but Lavender looked way more young than her age."Nice to meet you , Florence. I am Lavender Smith." Lavender greeted with a smile and judging by the way of how she acted, she didn't seem like a jerk." Likewise." Florence said and internally winced because she sounded way too rude tha

Florence sat on the sofa, her eyes closed as she rested her head on the back of the sofa. It has been a day since she was married to that jerk and thankfully, the said jerk was in the office since the morning. She hadn't seen him much and for that she was thankful. It was already dark outside and Florence didn't bother to check the time because she had nothing to do. She had spent her entire day alone in the penthouse. She watched a few drama episodes to pass her time. She also explored the place.She was still in awe of this place. It was spacious and elegant . However , it lacks the feeling of being cozy enough to call home. Even though it was freezing outside, her intrusive thoughts said to dive in the pool of cold water. Maybe she just wanted to feel something after what happened but she wouldn't because it was freezing cold outside. Her thoughts were cut short after she heard the door flung open. She however didn't open her eyes. She heard footsteps, a little shuffling a

Florence always thought that Tristan was a stoic faced jerk but she was wrong because as she sat on the dining table eating her dinner with her husband and his grandparents , she saw a version of Tristan that she never thought existed. " You lost a lot of weight , grandma. Please eat some more. Florence makes the best lasagna. " He said as he placed food on his grandma's plate. Florence smiled at her when Alice, his grandma, looked at her. Alice was in her mid fifties with grey and black short hair. She wore cotton pink pants along with white shirt that made her look young. She looked extremely young for their age. Unlike Tristan, Alice was very friendly by nature." It is actually really good, dear." Alice said and Florence breathed out in relief. She didn't had enough time to make lasagna but she somehow managed to make some. She was glad that it tasted good . Old people can be nosy with food and this was her first impression on them. She didn't want to fail.Flore

Florence had trouble sleeping on the uncomfortable couch. It was too hard and so she somehow ended up having a stiff back . She groaned a little when she heard noise of ruffling. She opened her eyes and saw that the sun was hardly up. It was probably six in the morning. She pulled the blanket over her head as she tried to get back to sleep. She would really love to get her precious sleep back and so she squinted her eyes tightly. She heard loud footsteps followed by loud noise of door opening and falling shut. She then heard the sound of gurgling followed by the sound of water running in the background. She groaned as she heard the door of the bathroom opening before falling shut. She groaned as she pulled the blanket down from her face and look at the culprit who took away her sleep. Before she could even say a word, she felt as if the air was knocked from her lungs. Her gaze unknowingly went further into the depth .There stood Tristan in front of the mirror, dressed in