All Chapters of THE MARRIAGE GAME: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

He's so stubborn, I hate him.Yes, I said it. I thought I was past this hate stage, but it's back, ten times worse.I hate how he makes me worry about him, how he tells me not to worry about him, how he confuses me, how he touched me, how his voice is enough to…Emma! Focus.He hasn't been home in two days, he ignored the doctor's and my instructions to rest and take some days off work.He just left early and hasn't been back since then, now he's taking trips without informing anyone?I bite my thumb anxiously, well if it isn't Liam reviving my old nervous coping habit.I haven't called him, I've been taking his advice seriously, and I'm not about to break my streak.He hasn't traveled for this long since…Capetown, and, that was because of me. Is he still on the continent?Wait, why am I assuming he's traveled? I'm not his real wife anyway, I'm not entitled to his updates, or information about his whereabouts either.He's probably getting his dick wet, there's no way he'd be celibate

I touched myself that night. I couldn't get his touch out of my head, off my skin, the way he knew where to touch, how to make me hump.How he just went from yelling in each other's faces to…our faces in each other.But Adelina saw us, she looked surprised, she's mature enough but she probably didn't expect that from us. Yes, dear, people can hate each other's guts so much, yet desire each other so.Or, that's the case for me I presume.Now I'm seated on the sand, drawing letters and characters on the sand with a stick, and yet, our heated night is the only thing running through my mind.Liam is home today, taking his rest seriously I guess, not that I care, or should care. I pretended not to notice him walking towards me and shut my eyes, inhaling the evening breeze.It's been almost a week since that night and we're back to the way we were before, not talking much to each other like he wasn't about to rail me some nights back.He's so good at pretending, and now, I'm learning from h

I'm glad Liam took me out of there, even though I tried my best not to show my discomfort.I heard what Serena said, every single word, she wasn't loud, but loud enough for me to hear. No matter how much I pretended I wasn't affected, my hands still shook, and my breath hitched, I wished Liam was the one seated by my side and not Marco, he looked uninterested in what was happening to me.On a normal day, I would've put Serena in her place, but today, I feel weak, and inferior, surrounding by these upper-class people, unable to breathe, wondering how expensive even their perfume is, how it felt like everyone was staring, wondering: 'Who is she?'.Liam has been quite attentive tonight, even when he draped his jacket over me once he noticed I got a chill.I must be quite affected because it's not even the slightest bit cold. Tonight, it's 27 degrees Celsius, the coldest it could get here, and I'm having a chill."Sorry about that," Liam mutters.I freeze. I wasn't expecting that, but I'l

I place a palm on my chest to calm my frenzied breathing. How did she know that? How much more does she know? How safe am I?My mother, can't handle the media, the paparazzi, what if they've uncovered her location?Liam is on the phone, furious, speaking some French and pacing up and down, today is meant to be a charitable, happy day, but now I'm huddled up in this corner, still panting.I need to move my mother. If they know all this, if all this is now public knowledge, then, it won't take long for them to uncover er location, or, maybe…they have.I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. What was I expecting? This would've happened sooner or later, and now it has. I just didn't think it would come this suddenly, quite unexpectedly.All the information she had, and they now have, how did she get access to it? How deep did she dig? Or was I ratted out? Probably Isabella, or Serena.I wouldn't be surprised if it were that witch, that hag, I hate her. Humiliating me last night wasn't

"Liam has been looking your way all evening, are you guys fighting?" Odette asks."When are we not?" I chuckle awkwardly.He pisses me off most of the time, to be honest."What did he do this time?" She asks, genuinely intrigued.I shrug, "Nothing worse than before."She laughs and I join her.Out of curiosity, I can't help but ask, "What was his name?""Julian, if you're talking about my bodyguard, now ex-bodyguard," she smiles softly."What was it like?" I peer."Bliss, anger, passion, fear for what the future holds, altogether, it wasn't a bad experience," she reminisces, her face lights up.I nod and urge her to go on, "Talking about it might make you feel better.""He...he was assigned to me about two years ago. I hated having bodyguards, so, when my dad got rid of my former one, I thought that was it, because, I was free for a while. Julian was too serious, he took his job too seriously," she laughs."So, it was hard coming to terms with him, he was too damn stubborn, but, it tu