All Chapters of Love Against Arrangement; A journey of acceptance : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

When I woke up the next morning, my eyes were swollen from all the crying I had done the night before. I lay in bed, not wanting to face the day ahead. But as I lay there, I knew I couldn't spend the rest of my life locked up in my room.I had to face reality, and I had to figure out what to do next.I got dressed slowly and headed downstairs. As soon as I entered the living room, my mother and sister looked at me with steely glares. father, on the other hand, gave me a tight hug and asked ”what’s wrong sweetly” , I tried to hold back my tears, but they flowed freely once again when I told them everything.At first, mother couldn't believe what she was hearing. ” you naïve child, you’re too trusting, and too foolish.” Elizabeth joined in, ”you deserved what you got for being so clueless. Josh doesn’t love you he only stayed with you because he didn’t know how to tell you we were in love” she said smugly.I was hurt beyond words because I couldn’t say anything.Father was the only one wh

I am wearing a emerald green gown that hugged my curves in all the right places. The dress exudes confidence and elegance. The fabric was soft and flowed effortlessly as I walked, and the intricate beading added just the right amount of sparkle. I paired the dress with simple diamond studs and a matching bracelet, letting the dress speak for itself. My mother chose a more conservative outfit. She wore a classic black pencil skirt and a white blouse with a modest neckline. Elizabeth, on the other hand, wore a tight-fitting red dress that left little to the imagination, with a plunging neckline and a short hemline. Her outfit was daring and provocative, but I knew that was her intention. As for my father, he wore a tailored black suit with a crisp white shirt and a black tie. He looked sharp and professional, as always. Together, we made our way outside to our black limousine. ”Good evening mr and Mrs Locke, miss Amina, miss Elizabeth” mark our driver greeted us. I nod at him as I ente

I stepped out of the comforting embrace of the coffee shop and hailed an Uber to take me back home. The cool evening air offered a slight respite from the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed my every thought throughout the day. As the Uber made its way through the busy streets, I couldn't help but revisit the encounter with the stranger who had temporarily eased my burdens.Thoughts of our laughter and deep conversations echoed in my mind, casting a smile on my face. Leaving a bittersweet longing for the connection we had shared. It was a stark contrast to the heaviness I often felt within the confines of my home, where the impending arranged marriage and the betrayal of josh lingered like unwelcome shadows.Upon arriving home, my father was waiting anxiously in the living room. Worry lined his face, etched deeply in his furrowed brow. His eyes widened in relief as he saw me, and he rushed forward, enveloping me in a tight embrace."I was so worried when you didn't show up at home

In the midst of the swirling emotions and newfound understanding, Mr. Stranger broke the silence, his voice laced with gentleness and a hint of nervousness. "You know," he began, his gaze locked on mine, "I believe it's been long enough that we can trust each other with our true identities." My heart skipped a beat, a mix of curiosity and apprehension bubbling inside me. I nodded, urging him to continue. Taking a deep breath, he spoke, his voice heavy with significance. "My name is Damien De'Luca." My eyes widened as his name washed over me, recognition and disbelief intertwining into a flurry of emotions. Damien De'Luca a name forever bound to my own through an unanticipated twist of fate. Time seemed suspended as I struggled to reconcile the information before me. Damien De'Luca, my fiancé the man I had entered into an arranged union with, yet neither of us had known the truth of our identities until now. My mind raced, piecing together the fragments of our shared history. Dami

The morning sun poured through the windows, casting a soft glow in the bathroom as steam curled in tendrils from the hot shower. As I stepped out, enveloped in a towel, I was startled to find Elizabeth standing there, her eyes burning with accusation. "You stole him from me!" she erupted in anger, her voice laced with bitterness. I tried to ignore her, wrapping the towel tightly around me as I moved to the sink. But her relentless words echoed in the room, her anger blazing like a wildfire. Finally, I gathered the courage to address the truth that lingered between us. "Elizabeth, you’re one to talk, you slept with Josh and now pregnant for him, you have a child on the way. , " damien is the man you willingly gave up because you thought you were too good for him, you thought he was an old man." I said rasing my voice losing my calm. Her face twisted in fury, her voice spiraling with raw emotion. "Josh and the pregnancy... it's all a lie!" she screamed, the admission ripping from her