All Chapters of Auctioned To The Rogue King : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE HAZELI dressed myself in a short white dress with straps instead of sleeves. It was fitted to my waist, where it flared out in pleats.I looked at myself in the mirror. Already, it was the fourth time I was changing outfits. Although I knew it wasn't going to be the clothes I'd wear for the photoshoot, I still wanted to look good.“Should I try the yellow again?” I asked myself, moving to my wardrobe, but I turned around again, going back to my mirror, and patting my hair which fell around my shoulders and back in waves. “Just go with this, Hazel.” I cautioned myself, before walking out of the room, and closing the door gently behind me. When I got to Darius' room, I cleared my throat, and greeted the guards stationed around, before giving a brief knock. Then I pushed the door open, and popped my head in. Darius was seated at his desk in a midnight blue silk shirt, dealing with never-ending paperwork as usual. He lifted his head, and when he saw me, he smiled.

CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE HAZELThe shoot went on, and Darius and I were completely immersed in our poses. At first, it was hard for the staff to relax, and let down their guard, but as time went on, I caught them giving occasional smiles whenever me or Darius did something that appeared silly.Like when I fell into a pile of rose petals because I tripped on my dress. Darius had been too slow, and was apologetic, but he couldn’t help laughing as I fell with a strange ‘puff’ sound, and all the petals flew upwards from the crash. They had taken a picture, and when Darius commended them because he loved the picture, I felt the tension break a little.Unfortunately, I hated my expression which looked more like the scowl on a drenched cat, but Darius claimed it as his best picture.The scenes continued to change, giving us different backgrounds, and lovely pictures to take. With each minute I spent, my heart soared in joy like a jet. Looking into Darius’ eyes was the best. It was a sea of love

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE HAZELShe didn’t plan something with the dancers, did she? Soft music began, and the dancers split into groups of three. A man and two women, symbolizing me, Melissa and Darius. They danced in beautiful harmony, their moves practiced and perfect. It was a show people would pay dollars to watch. They formed art as their robes and satin scarves flew as they danced.Even without words, they communicated the strength of three in a marriage. Unfortunately, the strength wasn’t meant for ‘this’ particular marriage. Our marriage was bound for failure from the very beginning. But honestly, what was Melissa playing at? Were lies all she had now?After the dance, poems and songs were shared, delighting the audience, and I kept peeking looks at Darius, who was as impatient as hell. He looked like he just wanted to scream at them, and asked who the hell planned the whole thing, but each time his lips parted, he’d steal a glance at me, and keep quiet.Finally, and finally, it

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVENDARIUSFrustrated, stressed, and unhappy with the way all the events went, I got down from the car, heading to the hall. I didn't even think she would still be there. It wasn't until her maid told me she wasn't back that my mind told me she had to be at the wedding hall.When I saw her sitting on the steps to the altar, looking lost, guilt twinged my heart. It wasn't my intention to forget about her. She must have thought I was mad because of the man she was caught having fun with. Of course, I was jealous, and hated to see her with someone else, but I knew her heart belonged to me, and if she was happy with a friend, why should I break them apart, and cause her to have negative thoughts about me? I was going to change, and become someone better.“Hazel.” I called, and she raised her tear- stained face to look at me. She got up from where she sat, and walked the rest of the way to me slowly. “Dar…” She was saying weakly, but she stumbled, and I held her. She gav

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINEHAZELWatching Darius leave just like that was like poking the tip of a knife in my chest. I knew it would hurt, but I was yet to believe that the knife would actually be pushed in. My hand slid into the pocket of my dress, feeling the paper stiff at my side. Well, there was plenty of time to tell him. Bad days wouldn't last.I made my way to my room after that and spent the whole day reading novels. Waiting for the right time to see Darius. I itched to leave the room to go to his; at least, find a reason to talk to him.It went on as the hours passed by, I'd go to his door, but then stop myself, and return to the bed.Finally, when it was time for dinner, I dashed out of my room, and made my way to the dining. When I was close, I stopped to catch my breath, and pretend I wasn't running, but… Darius wasn't there. It was just Melissa. “Where's Darius?” I asked, but she didn't even reply. She just kept eating, and ignoring me, so I went to the kitchen. “Did Darius