Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Marriage of Convenience : Bab 91 - Bab 100

ALENANo matter how much I tried to picture myself with Axel, it didn't add up. My husband's face popped up in the picture.He was the first man I ever loved. He gave me my first kiss, my first orgasm, and my first physical intimacy with a man.Despite all the fights and messed-up feelings, he was an amazing man. I couldn't ask for more. My love was enough for both of us. He didn't have to love me back.My life without him was just a mess. I needed him.His desperation on the plane broke my heart. His eyes said it all. I was hurting him. I broke his trust, and maybe his heart too.He looked depressed and stressed out. His eyes said it all. I had never seen him so down before. I didn't want to make assumptions.Maybe something personal was bothering him, and I had totally nothing to do with it. I didn't deserve his worry. He had already been through a lot by supporting me through a difficult phase in my life.I didn't want to see him suffer. He was my husband, and my marriage vows to h

ALENA"I'm a virgin," I divulged.There. I said it. I told him the truth, which I had decided to hide from him until I had no idea when. It was about time anyway.I let go of him and looked into his eyes, my hands resting on his shoulders. I stared at him, waiting for a reaction.He stared back at me without giving me any reaction I could decipher or attach to some sort of feeling. He just stared at me speechlessly. The last reaction I expected at breaking such confidential information was a staring contest."Dylan, I'm a virgin," I repeated, gripping his shoulders a little bit tighter.That didn't break his intense stare. He looked at me as if I had suddenly grown a pair of wings, and I was informing him that I was flying to heaven."Is this a joke? Am I supposed to laugh?" he asked, purely still in a state of shock."I'm a virgin, Dylan. I've never been with a man before. Every intimate thing I've ever done is with you. You are my first kiss.""First kiss? That's... that's impossibl

DYLANBreakfast was amazing and enjoyable, with everyone sharing a couple of memories and just being there for each other. We never thought we'd end up being a big family, supporting each other in this way.The death anniversary was on the following day, and we had discussed the procedure of the day over breakfast. We'd be there to support the Westons and celebrate Arthur Weston.For the day, we had quite several water activities planned. The speedboat ride was first, followed by snorkeling and an underwater treasure hunt. Everyone was excited, and for the record, Gwen was willing to try out these activities.I sat at the breakfast table after everyone had left to get ready, going through my emails. I just had to check if everything was going smoothly.My dad was a self-made billionaire, and I was just his lucky son who had to carry on the legacy he had started with my mom. I was given the post of CEO when I was twenty-three, since Dad thought it wiser to expose me to a leadership rol

DYLANI sat cross-legged on the bed, facing Alena, who was in the same position. I made sure she was comfortable and cautious enough not to hurt her knee. Externally, her knee was okay except for occasional swells. The pain she suffered was internal, but she was managing it well.I had given her a box of tissues, which was of great use to her as her eyes bled with pain and the grief of reminiscing on painful memories that changed her life drastically.I held her hand through it all as she narrated the story of her life. She gave me a detailed account of how her father had died and how she got blamed for it all.Her narrations were vivid. I could feel her pain and agony. How could her own family give her so much pain at the point when she needed them the most?She told me about all the physical, verbal, and emotional abuse. She poured out her soul on how she battled depression and all her health problems all by herself. The environment she lived in forced her into a shell of no confide

ALENADylan and I walked hand in hand on the soft, powdery white sand, leaving footprints on the sand. I remembered something of this sort from our honeymoon. This was all I ever dreamed of. These were the activities I prayed I'd be able to enjoy with my husband one day.My marriage took a turn I never expected it to take. Just a few months ago, he was my worst nightmare, but now he was all I needed in my life, and he actually liked me. He even went to the extent of cheating on the same girlfriend he trashed me for, just to make me feel special and to give me an opportunity to experience the intimacy I needed.I had no idea what our end would be like. If he did end up divorcing me, I'd leave New York for good and start overall on my own. Living without him was something I didn't want to imagine. I was already attached to him.My family was special to me, and I had stayed just to be with them. I thought I wouldn't be able to live without them, but when we got separated through my marri