All Chapters of Sweet, Sweet, Nightmare. : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. After nearly a year of being married to Adrian Valentino, I had come to realize that he loved to do things that left me both surprised and breathless; whether it was from him saying something, so ridiculous, that I was tempted to throw him out of the room, or from him exhibiting his level of expertise and experience in all things coitus related; whichever of the two ways that it was, Adrian Valentino always managed to leave me winded up and shocked. When Adrian had asked me, in a deep and husky voice laced with an emotion that I did not know, the question; "Can I kiss you?"; I had not expected it. So when he pressed his lips onto mine, I had been rooted to my spot on the couch, with my eyes wide open like saucers, because definitely not expected it either. His lips were soft and gentle as they moved against mine; they moved slowly and lightly on my own lips, much unlike the fervid and aggressive claiming of my lips by his own that usually came alongside our

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The days passed in a blur, rolling into weeks which, in turn, rolled into months and I spent my time alternating between Adrian and I's house, school, and the Valentino estate. After my tete-a-tete with my husband, Adrian, we had brain stormed ways to get rid of his irresponsible birth mother who had only returned to their lives to upheaval their stability, cause problems for the blooming family, and get herself some cash, free of charge, through blackmail. Although I was still reeling with all of Adrian's confessions and revelations to me, I kept my swirling mind under control, long enough to run up the stairs to the bathroom in search of the first aid box; run back down the stairs which I took two at a time, with the first aid box gripped in my hand; clean, disinfect, and bandage the bruises that were scattered across Adrian's fists in small, red, and angry looking cuts; and then brainstorming with him for ideas to get rid of his irresponsible biological moth

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. The early morning sun light licked its way, mutely, through the closed cream colored curtains that covered the length of the windows in my new bed room, and fell on to my face. I felt a smile pull across my lips from the feeling of the sun rays that kissed my face, while letting a sigh of contentment escape from my lips. It was finally the D-day; the day that I was to finish my last exam for the semester and now more than ever before, I was closer to achieving my dreams; or more so, the dreams that my father-in-law, Alfredo had designed for the company at the expense of his one and only daughter in-law. Gently prying my eyes open, I threw away the blankets and comforter that I had tucked myself into the previous night, and buried my feet into my bathroom slippers. With my slippers slapping gently against the floors of my bed room, I made my way to the windows and threw the curtains wide open. I felt a surge of happiness swell in my chest as I watched

DANIELLE'S P.O.V. As soon as I had dropped my pen for the last paper of the examination for the duration of the semester, I practically flew out of the lecture room, only having just enough time to bid my friends a quick farewell before I made my way to the school's parking lot where I had parked my car earlier in the day. The source of my hurry was not the fact that I wanted to get out of the school grounds as fast as possible because I had just concluded the semester's examinations; although it could be counted as one of the reasons as I had day dreamt and imagined how thrilling it would be to run out of the school after finally finishing the exams. The sole reason for my rush was the fact that I had an appointment to meet up with that afternoon; an appointment that I could not afford for any of my family members or friends to catch wind or get an inkling of. Once inside the confines of my car, I took in deep breaths to regulate my breathing which had been affected in m

DANIELLE'S P.O.V.When Adrian retracted his palms which he had placed around my eyes as a blindfold, I was surprised by the sight that lay before me in the living room; it could be said, and recorded, that once more, my husband, Adrian Valentino, had succeeded in surprising me- and this surprise of his was indeed, much like some of the few other occurrences of such, a pleasant one.Bared before me, on the marble floors of the living room, were rose flower petals- bright red petals that covered the expanse of the floors and arranged in parallel lines to mark off a pathway that led from the sitting area of the house to another part of our homestead; one which I was very eager to explore at that moment.“Oh, wow!” I said, my eyes trailing over the length of the living room’s floors.“Come now, my lady.” Adrian said, moving to stand beside me and bending his elbow in a gesture that mimicked that which the English gentlemen usually did in movies, “There is much more to see.” “Oh really?”