All Chapters of When love strikes : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

11AnneWedding preparations were chaotic, anticipation filling the air. Mrs. Howard, set on orchestrating the perfect event, immersed herself in selecting the ideal location. Everyone seemed swept up in ensuring every detail was flawlessly arranged, except me.As the day approached, I found myself entangled in a web of decisions—decisions made for me. Bridesmaids' dresses, floral arrangements, ceremony details—all unfolded without my input. The illusion of choice made me feel like a mere pawn in a grand production.Now, at the wedding dress fitting, I stood before the mirror, twirling hesitantly. "Do we really have to go through with this?" I questioned, uncertainty lacing my words.Josie, my ever-supportive friend, adjusted a strand of my hair and sighed. "Anna, it's your wedding day. We have to do this."I frowned, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "But do we have to do it this way? Everything feels so... forced."Josie gave me a sympathetic look. "I know it's not th

AnneMy face still burned from the unexpected encounter with Davis earlier. Images of the not-so-subtle display of his anatomy replayed in my mind. It was hard to shake off the memory – quite literally. I mean it was so hard. Why was I even thinking about that? I scolded myself, attempting to divert my attention. I needed to focus on class. Economics is undoubtedly better than… well, you know.It was a meeting of the top five student. A project in economics. I needed to handle. After this i know I would not be coming back to this school again. I immersed myself in the lecture, desperately trying to bury any distracting thoughts beneath the weight of economic theories and graphs. The complexities of supply and demand were far more important than any personal distractions, or so I tried to convince myself.But still I can't help but reason that thick hard… oh God. Just as I began to regain some semblance of focus, my teacher disrupted the lecture with a question that snapped me bac

AnnaWeary, I stumbled into our shared space, my mind cluttered with the weight of overdue assignments.A groan slipped out, evidence of the fatigue from juggling university tasks and this newfound marriage.Opting to wash off the stress, I shuffled to the bathroom.The water's calming flow offered a temporary break, but upon emerging, a subtle realization hit me. One room had transformed, stripped down to just a bed and a note.Approaching cautiously, curiosity got the best of me. The note, unmistakably Davis Howard's, had its share of quirks."This ain't a master's bedroom, but it's doable. Paint it, however - D."Reluctance pulled at my lips, a forced smile forming. His unexpected gesture had a hint of consideration, a quiet nod to my existence, an effort to make this setup a tad more bearable. Still, the messiness of our connection lingered.The smile vanished as quickly as it came, replaced by a lingering weariness. Davis Howard, a name synonymous with charm and schemes. I couldn

AnnaThe Howard home exuded opulence, a blend of modern luxury and classic elegance. I found myself surrounded by plush furnishings and high ceilings as I entered the grand dining room, adorned with crystal chandeliers. The aroma of a lavish meal filled the air."Welcome to our humble abode, Annabella," Davis greeted, his tone masking any hint of discord. The table was set impeccably, a stark contrast to my usual modest lifestyle.I smiled in response, my eyes scanning the elaborate spread. My father, trying to maintain a composed demeanor, whispered an apology for the unfamiliarity of the setting.Mrs. Howard, a woman of refined tastes, observed me closely. The awkwardness was palpable as I, unused to such formalities, fumbled slightly with the cutlery. Mrs. Howard, attempting to conceal her disapproval, couldn't hide the slight tightening of her lips."Anna, dear, the fork goes on the left," Davis whispered discreetly, a flicker of amusement in his eyes."I-I knew that," I stammered

AnnaMy hand shook as I looked for the lighter. The room was filled with the soothing fragrance of incense, a familiar ritual to honor Mum's memory. I lit the incense, the flame dancing before settling into a steady glow. As the room filled with the subtle aroma, my father entered, his eyes catching the flicker of sadness in mine."You seem upset, sweetheart," he observed, his tone gentle.I sighed, sinking into the chair. "My day was ruined. Mrs. Howard, she... I don't think she likes me much."My father chuckled a warm sound that carried a lifetime of understanding. "You never used to care about what people thought. Why now?"I looked away, the weight of the day settling on my shoulders. "I'm just doing this for Mum. It's important to her memory."He reached out, wrapping his arms around me, and kissed my forehead. "Always for Mum. But remember, you don't need to please everyone, especially if it compromises your happiness."I nestled into his embrace, finding comfort in his words.