What Dalmi hated about that man is, he was so arrogant. She knew she was wrong for even pushing him to refuse the wedding but she was wondering if it was really that bad?
She cooked even if she don't know how to and purposely ruined it, yes! But does he have to shout at her for doing that?
Dalmi lifted her face from her wet pillow and reached for a box of tissue, wiping her tears away from her face. She could feel the liquid running down her nose, making her face scrunch up as she blow it out. She rubbed the tip of her nose, on her other hand was her phone, clicking her speed dial.
"Jackie," she called in a small, shaky voice. She gasped and fanned herself. "Carden is a jerk."
"What? What is it again?" Jackie answered on the other line. Jackie had always been her crying shoulder, that
“She doesn’t want to go with you. Why would you force her? Because of the money?” Dalmi sarcastically laughed, touching the inside of her left cheek with her tongue.“Do you really think money can buy a woman, huh?” she glared at the man. Her hand clutching his arm tightly that her nails would almost get buried. The man furrowed his brows.“Who the hell are you?” he gave her a head-to-foot, afterwards, his expression changed from being annoyed to naughty.Dalmi shifted her gaze to the woman. She was wearing a thick makeup; her lipstick a bit smudged, and her hair messy. She didn’t want to conclude and judge the man, but the way he pulled her arm earlier told Dalmi that was probably the reason she looked like that.“Tss. As expected, men are pieces of shit,” she said, crossing her arms as she scanned the man’s body. He doesn’t even look like a man with a stable b
“C-Carden!” even in her shaking voice, Dalmi couldn’t deny that she was thankful that this man is now with him. Of all people, she wasn’t expecting him to come.Carden didn’t let the man stand up and instead held his collar. His knuckles once again met the stranger’s face. “How dare you touch her!”Dalmi’s eyes widened when his fiancee sat
Like a broken plaque playing, Dalmi sighed again and said, "It was unfair."She could no longer count how many times she said it, but that was the only line she could muster after hearing a long litany of her father about the marriage.Damiar Arizona had always been gentle towards her daughter. But two days ago, he left no room for Dalmi to back out. Even if she cried in front of him, tell him how harsh her future husband is, all lead to nothing but a forced marriage.She curled her body into her bed, covering it with her cream-colored mattress as she pushed her cheek to the pillow. The maids and the organizer told her to sleep early, but it was past 10 pm, but she was still wide awake.Wedding jitter? No. It was actually a time to commemorate her good old days. She isn't ready. She thought she would spend her time alone, but her father made it all impossible.Anger slowly crept in her. How could her parents do that to her? It sounded like he just
"Which room will I use?" Dalmi asked in a monotonous voice. There was a hint of boredom in her voice, her body moving sluggishly.She glanced at the whole place. It has been two days since they got married, but her mourning was ongoing. They were supposed to stay on that island for a week or more, but when their parents flew back to Manila, they left both of them with nothing to do.She just l
“Chill, you look like you got caught from a crime you’ve done,” Dalmi sipped on her water, her brow rising as she lingered her eyes on Carden.On the other hand, Carden was still patting his chest from the shock he got. Dalmi’s words were quick, and he didn’t even expect it! There he thought she would be so silent!“But I’m confused. How come you don&r
Maybe Dalmi wasn’t comfortable with him. People have different phases and expressions in their lives, and they also have other friends for those.“Those muffled noises you are pertaining of are her sobs, Mr. Thompson,” there was a hint of insult in Jackie’s voice when he said it. His eyes drifted from Dalmi’s face to Carden’s, his lips pressed in a grim line.
Dalmi tilted her head and reached for her phone. In her mind, Carden was acting really strange. How can a grown-up man with an Adonis built hold a hair blower instead of going to his work?Carden put the blower down on the table and combed her hair. His eyes were focused on doing it, like if he ever gets a wrong slide down to the strands, it would break. Seeing him in this state makes her want to laugh, but she’s afraid he would lose her focus, so she just settled on watching his reflection in the mirror, biting the fat inside her chin to stifle her smile.
Dalmi stretched her arms upwards as she pulled herself off the bed. She walked towards her big glass window and pushed the cream-colored curtain aside.The television was still flashing behind her. The characters are speaking, yet the only thing she has in her mind right now was Carden’s messages.No matter how hard she thought of it throughout the day, she would still end up telling tha